James was crying.
Harry and Ginny looked at each other, silently arguing over who would comfort their son. Finally, Harry gave in, and walked to his sons room.
Harry picked up his small six month old son, who, when seeing his father, just reached up and stopped crying. Harry held him close. Even after six months (and eight months knowledge before he was born), Harry still found himself awing over the fact that this child was his and Ginny's.
Ginny had got up as well. She threw on her dressing gown and walked to James's room. When she looked in, she saw Harry cradling James in his arms. She still was awe-struck at James. Still amazed at Harry's natural paternal abilities.
She walked up to him and set her hand on his arm. She felt him tense, a habit he picked up more since becoming an Auror, before turning around and smiling at her.
"How's he doing?" Ginny asked.
"Just fine," Harry replied. He then gently set their son back into his crib. He then put his hand on her abdomen.
"How's this one doing?"
She smiled sweetly at him.
"Just fine."