He hated hospitals. Always had, always would. They reminded him too much of the war, too much of grief, too much of everything he had lost. And yet, he found himself in one once more.

The situation was unfamiliar. He was not in the hospital for death or sickness, but for life and new beginnings.

He looked down at the woman he loved. Tired, but glowing, she looked like she was completely and whole-heartedly happy.

"You did wonderful, love," He told her, running his fingers through her long, silky red hair.

She smiled at him, her brown eyes slowly drifting close.

He never thought he would find himself in a situation like this. Hell, he never thought he'd live past 17.

A Healer entered the room, carrying an impossibly tiny blue bundle.

"Mr. Potter, would you like to hold your son?"

Harry nodded and took the bundle into his arms. He knew the rest of the Weasleys would soon be clamoring into the room, wanting a glimpse of the newest addition. But for right now, it was just him and his son.

Harry gently grasped the tiny hand.

"Hello, James. I'm your Dad."

AN: Hey guysss! So I created this nifty little story for all the little moments that get stuck in my head and won't go away. I'll take requests for couples you might have, but I hold the right to manipulate them how I see fit. :D Canon or non-canon, doesn't matter. This one is obviously Harry/Ginny, which is my fave.