Chapter 2:

Ginny was standing in the bathroom, getting ready for diner. She was very tired, since she had barely slept at all the previous night. She and Harry's been up talking until three o'clock, and at five the morning sickness woke her up. After that she couldn't get anymore sleep. Harry had been acting really overprotective ever since he found out about the baby (even though he only found out the day before). "Ginny, are you sure we should go to the Burrow, you didn't sleep nearly enough last night," he'd said earlier at lunch. Right after commenting about the amount of salt she'd put on her food.

"Are you dune, love?" Harry asked from the doorway. Ginny looked at her stomach in the mirror. You couldn't see that she was pregnant yet; her stomach was only slightly bigger.

"Yeah," she answered. She took her purse, grabbed Harry's hand and turned.

They apparated to right outside the gate at The Burrow. Harry opened the gate and let Ginny walk in first. Ginny held his hand really tight. She was nervous. Very nervous.

"Don't worry Gin, I'll help you out. After all, we're in this together." Ginny smiled and gave him a kiss on the lips. They walked up to the house and entered. As usual, it was chaos in there. Victoire ran to meet them.

"Uncle Havvy, Aunt Ginny!" the four-year old girl screamed and hugged Ginny's legs. Bill came chasing after her.

"Vicki, it's time for diner," he said and picked her up. She started squirming in his grip.

"Dahdee! I don't want diner!" she screamed. Bill sighed and carried his daughter out to the dining room. Ginny bit her lip nervously. What have we gotten ourselves into, she thought. She kept holding on to Harry's hand as she stepped into the living room.

The first thing she saw was Fred and Katie, trying to soothe their screaming twins, Michael and Liam. The past five months had been hard on Fred and Katie, since the twins never were asleep at the same time. Amelia's and Charlie's two-year old daughter Jamie was sitting on the floor, playing with a stuffed dragon. Every time she pressed its stomach a big puff of smoke came out of its mouth, and Jamie squealed happily. Annie was six months pregnant, and Penny was eight months pregnant. Looks like everyone's reproducing at once, Ginny thought. Now it's just Ron and Hermione who doesn't have, or are going to have kids. She stroke her stomach. She'd been doing that a lot the past week. Then Molly saw them and ran over.

"Hello dears! Have a seat!" she said cheerfully. "Let's eat!"

Everyone sat down by the table, after George and Charlie had put Jamie, Liam and Michael to sleep. Ginny squeezed Harry's hand even harder and he squeezed back.

"This is it!" he whispered in her ear.

"Let's just wait a few minutes," Ginny whispered back. Harry wrinkled his forehead.

"No, we'll tell them now!"

"Yeah you're right, we'd better do it now…"

"Do you want to tell them or should I?" Harry asked, a bit louder now.

"I'll do it, they're my family," sighed Ginny.

"What do you wanna tell us?" Bill asked with his mouth full of beef. The blood was dripping down his chin, it was pretty disgusting.

"First of all, wipe your mouth," Ginny said and made a grimace. "Second, I don't want anybody hitting Harry." She shot warning glances at her brothers.

"What did you do?" Arthur asked Harry and sighed. Harry blushed.

"He didn't…do…anything." Ginny blushed a little, too. "It's just that…" Ginny cleared her throat. "I'm pregnant!" She smiled anxiously.

The first reaction came from Molly. She jumped out of her chair and squealed.

"Another grandchild! This is so exciting!" She ran over to Harry's and Ginny's side of the table and hugged them both.

"Congratulations!" said Katie and Amelia at the same time.

"That's great!" exclaimed Annie.

"Wow!" Penelope said and smiled.

"How wonderful!" Fleur squeaked.

"I'm so happy for you!" Hermione squealed and hugged Ginny. Ginny smiled at them all. Bill, Percy, Charlie, Ron, Fred and George were staring at Harry, who looked terrified.

"Oh for Merlin's sake, guys!" Katie said angrily. "They've been married for FOUR years!" Fred mumbled something in a low voice.

"What was that?" Katie asked.

"Well, I was just thinking," Fred said and played with his sleeve. "That this isn't so bad after all."

"See!" Katie said to him with an encouraging smile.

"It was the hell of a lot worse when I walked in on them in the broom closet two years ago."

"Hey!" Ginny exclaimed. "We apologized for that!" Harry blushed again. Fleur giggled. Then Amelia started giggling. The whole table erupted with laughter. It was only Victoire who looked confused.

"What's so funi?" she asked, angry that no one was explaining to her what was going on.

"Aunt Ginny's going to have a baby," Bill said and stroke her hair gently.

"Oh." The small girl looked confused. "Where do babies come from, dahdee?" she asked and looked up at her father. Bill's face got white as a sheet. Even more laughter. Ron was practically crying. Fleur smiled at her daughter.

"Daddy well tell you that when you are older, cheri! she said and smiled at Bill. Bill gave her a murderous look right back.

"So," Molly said and sat down by the table again. "How long are you?"

"About two months, I think. I haven't gone to see a healer yet," Ginny answered and stuffed a piece of potato inside her mouth. "I made an appointment on Wednesday, though.

"With who?" Annie immediately asked. She was working as a healer at Sankt Mungos and knew everybody there. She also knew everything about them, since she loved to gossip.

"Someone named… What was it now… Abigail…" Ginny searched her memory for what the receptionist had told her.

"Scott! Abigail Scott!" Annie exclaimed happily. George laughed at her enthusiasm. "She's the best midwife at St: Mungos!"

"Uh, okay… If you say so!" Ginny said and snickered, to her own surprise. Now that it was out in the open, she didn't feel bad at all! Crap, she still felt bad. But this time it was kind of different.

"Excuse me, I have to go…" Ginny mumbled, with her hand over her mouth before she ran towards the bathroom. She once again threw herself to the floor and vomited into the toilet. She heard someone follow her inside and lock the door. Harry sat down on her left side, moved the hair away from her face and started rubbing her back gently.

"I hate this!" Ginny mumbled when she was dune. She got up and rinsed her mouth in the sink. "Why don't they just stop calling it morning sickness and start calling it all-the-day sickness?"

"Are you alright?" Harry asked worriedly. "Do you want to go home?"

"Depends…" Ginny said and wiped her hands with a towel. "…if my brothers make any snarky comments we're leaving. My hormones have been acting all crazy and I don't want to start weeping. That would scare them though. Hell, that would even scare mum!" Harry laughed. "Actually, I still feel sick. I'd really like to go home…" She pouted at Harry.

"It's your choice."

"Let's go then! It's going to feel SO good to get home and get some sleep." Ginny yawned.

"Fine," Harry sighed and opened the door. Ginny strolled out and yelled into the dining room;

"We're leaving! Bye!" Before anyone could say anything both she and Harry had disapparted.

The first thing Ginny did when she got home was throw herself down onto the bed. Harry sat down on his side and looked at her.

"What?" she asked him and stretched.

"Wasn't that kind of, you know, rude?"

"Almost all of them have been pregnant; they know what it's like…" Ginny yawned. "Now be gone! I'm going to sleep for at least a week."

Ginny tapped her foot repeatedly against the floor. She glanced around the waiting area at St Mungos, looking for a watch. Only five minutes until their appointment, and Harry still wasn't there yet. She wasn't as confident that he would show up as she'd been three minutes ago. The magazine she'd abandoned earlier laid on the small table next to her chair. Of course it was about parenting. She picked it up again and started reading about how to get rid of unwanted stretch marks after pregnancy.

"If Harry isn't here in the next four minutes," she thought to herself, "…I'm going to kick his ass to the moon." She glared over the edge of the magazine.

"Ginerva Potter!" the receptionist called out. Ginny sighed and got out of her chair. The receptionist smiled warmly at her.

"This way, miss!" she said and led Ginny through a hallway. "Right in there," she said and pointed at one of the doors. Ginny smiled at her a bit forcedly.

"Thank you." The receptionist strolled back to the waiting room. Ginny turned to the door and read the small sign that said; Abigail Scott: midwife, pediatrician. She was just about to open the door when she heard someone running. She looked up and saw Harry come jogging towards her. She crossed her arms over her chest and raised one eyebrow.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, but there was an emergency at the ministry!" he panted when he reached her. Ginny gave him a surly glare.

"An emergency more important than our unborn child?" she asked him. Harry blushed.

"No…"

"Well, then that's settled." She pressed down the doorhandle. "I'll deal with you later." She finally opened the door.

"Welcome!" Abigail said and shook hands with both Harry and GInny. "Mr and Mrs Potter I presume?"

"Yes," Ginny said and smiled.

"I'm Dr Scott. You can call me Abigail. Please, have a seat!" she said and made a gesture at towards two chairs by her desk.

"So, how's everything been going so far?" she asked cheerfully.

"Fine, apart from the vomiting, the fact that I'm always tired and that I'm hungry all the time. But other than that, fine!" Ginny said with a bitter smirk. Abigail laughed. She went through some papers on her desk.

"Don't worry, you're normal. And the morning sickness should wear off in your third month or so. How long are you now?"

"Two months or something like that," Ginny answered. "I'm not completely sure."

"That's alright; it's easy to check how many weeks you are. When was your last period?"

"I think it was… 10 weeks ago…"

"Okay…" Abigail wrote something down in a big notebook. "Have you had any mood swings?"

"No, I don't think so." Harry snorted. Ginny glared at him.

"Well, that's every thing I had to ask. Now it's time to take a look at this baby! If you would lay down here…" Abigail gestured towards the examination table. Ginny hesitated a bit before laying down. She was going to get to SEE her baby for the first time! Harry looked a bit faint, too.

"Could you pull up your blouse? The spell only works directly on the skin." Abigail already had her wand out. Ginny draw her blouse up over the small bump.

"Ready?" Abigail asked.

"Yep!" Ginny said happily. Abigail pointed her wand at Ginny's belly and mumbled something. A few seconds went by. Then, out of nowhere, a bubble appeared over Ginny's belly. Inside the bubble there was a small, small creature. The baby. I looked mostly like a lump of clay, Ginny thought. But it was their baby – hers and Harry's.

"That's amazing…" Ginny whispered with tears in her eyes.

"Judging by the size, and appearance of the baby, I'd say it's…" She leaned a bit closer to the bubble. "…61 days old! That means it was "made" on December 24th. Christmas Eve, eh?" Both Harry and Ginny blushed deeply. They remembered that night.

Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione were in the living room at the Burrow, playing a game of Twister (Hermione had brought it; said Muggles thought it was a lot of fun). They were already on their fifth round. It was eleven o'clock at night, but they were all staying the night so it didn't matter. Ron was completely rubbish at it, but that might have something to do with the amount of firewhisky he'd drank.

"Ha! You fell!" Ginny yelled teasingly at Ron. He'd tried to move his foot and at the same time he'd lost his balance and fallen on his bum. He snarled at her. "You've always been such a bad looser, Ronald!" she laughed.

"Okay," Hermione said and glared at the fuming Ron. "Now it's just Ginny and Harry left."

"Woohoo!" Harry and Ginny cheered. "SPIN!"

"Just spin the damn wheel already!" Ron huffed. Hermione spun.

"Right foot green!" she said.

"Oh crap!" Ginny exclaimed. She had to move her foot a long way to get into that position, and she had to stand over harry. She carefully moved her foot to a green square.

A few moves later…

Ginny and Harry were completely tangled into one another. Their faces were only inches apart. The tension between them was unbelievable. The only thing Ginny wanted to do right then was jump on her husband and shag him right there on the floor.

"Left hand red!" Hermione called out. Both Harry and Ginny moved at the same time. They crashed into each other, Harry lost his balance and came tumbling down over Ginny.

"Who won, who won?!" Ron eagerly asked Hermione.

"It was hard to tell, but I think it's Harry!" Since Ron still was mad at Ginny, he did a little victory dance. Ginny and Harry didn't notice, though. They were laying on top of each other, staring with wide eyes.

"I have to go to bed," Ginny said, but she didn't look tired at all. She jumped up and quickly walked towards the stairs.

"Me too!" Harry mumbled and followed her.

Once they reached the top of the stairs they began kissing fiercely. They tumbled into Ginny's bedroom and down onto her bed…

Ginny blushed again.

"We just forgot to use birth control I guess…" Abigail laughed.

"I know what it's like, believe me. I meet tons of people who just forgot one time, and BAM, there's a baby!" Ginny looked over at Harry. He was staring at the bubble with eyes as big as plates. He looked like he was about to faint. Ginny took his hand and squeezed it hard.

"Well, I guess that's about it. Can I pop the bubble?" Ginny nodded and Abigail touched the bubble with her index finger, and it burst.

"That's it for today, then!" Abigail said. "You should come back in about three months, or if something goes wrong."

"Fine by me!" Ginny said and slid off the table.

"Oh, by the way, here's a book about pregnancy. I give it to all of my mommies." Ginny took the book from her.

"Thank you! We'll see you soon then! Bye!"

"Goodbye!" Harry and Ginny slid out of Abigail's room and headed towards the doors.

Later at Grimmauld place Harry was sitting in the living room, reading Abigail's book, while Ginny was in the kitchen, making diner.

"Ginny!" Harry yelled.

"What?" she yelled back.

"Did you know that later in your pregnancy the only thing you'll want to do is shag?" Harry chuckled.

"What? Does it really say that? Let me see!" Ginny entered the living room and grabbed the book from Harry. She was quiet for a few minutes while she read.

"This is complete rubbish! This book doesn't know what I'm going to do!"

"They've done a study involving thousands of pregnant women, Gin," Harry said and smirked.

"Still, it doesn't prove anything!" Ginny exclaimed. "Doesn't that book have any other, more interesting facts?"

"I've only read the articles I'm interested in so far…"

"You mean the ones involving sex, eh?"

"No…" Harry said guiltily.

"I rest my case!" Ginny said and went back to the kitchen.

"Just wait Ginerva Potter, I'm right, and you will find out soon…" Harry mumbled to himself.

Not my best work, I know… Sorry. I'm also sorry for the OVER A MONTH LONG WAIT!!! I've had a bad case of writers block… Pleeeaaase review!