Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry potter.
A/N: Just a little one-shot of love and affection.
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Ginny sat humming to herself, occasionally tipping the rocking chair into motion as she sat knitting something soft and blue in the light of the warm afternoon sun. Her protruding stomach provided the perfect surface to rest her hands on. Once in a while she's look up from her work to gaze lovingly around the room she and Harry had spent months decorating. In a little less than 4 weeks, their first child; a baby boy, would arrive ready to gurgle happily in the wooden cot his daddy had carefully made with a mixture of muggle DIY and magic.
"Darling are you up there again?" Harry called from the kitchen downstairs. He was home early from work, eager to hold his young wife in his arms again. Ginny heard the front door snap shut and smiled to herself.
"Where else would I be?" she replied, easing herself from the rocking chair to go downstairs.
"I was about to come up to you, you know the healer said to rest." Harry scolded gently, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Ginny simply rolled her eyes in response to his over-concern.
"The healer said not to do any heavy exercise. Walking slowly downstairs is fine Harry." She assured him, returning the kiss affectionately. The pregnancy had been tough on her and the baby, it was natural for him to be concerned but she knew what her own limits were and she was not about to place their unborn child in any danger. Molly had tried, unsuccessfully, getting them to move back to The Burrow for the last few months of the pregnancy to help and it had taken all Ginny's stubbornness to convince her mother, and Harry, that she would be fine. Her work had given her early extended maternity leave so the most strenuous thing she did all day was make a cup of decaffeinated tea for herself mid-morning. Harry wouldn't even let her cook dinner and he even made sure to leave drinks and ready-cooked food easily accessible throughout the day so that Ginny didn't have the excuse to do anything unnecessarily.
"Did you remember to bring my roses?" She asked before she glanced past his body and was delighted to see the fresh bunch sitting in the centre of the table already in a vase.
"How could I forget Gin? You sent me three owls today asking specifically for the red ones." Harry replied laughing. "Honestly, I can't believe your ONE craving is the scent of roses. I swear that's a first in the history of humankind." He smiled warmly, bending down to kiss her still growing bump. She whacked him lightly on the arm.
"It's not my only craving Harry Potter. Did you remember the cream?" she asked with a grin.
"Of course. Do you want chocolate pudding or strawberries with it tonight?" he asked, producing all three from a bag on the chair he'd dumped them on when he walked in the house. Ginny looked at him adoringly.
"Both please, my perfect man." She replied, leaning up to kiss him again.