Ginny sat in the living room, she saw the Daily Prophet discarded on the coffee table. It had a huge headline stating "POTTER PREGNANCY". It was the reason she was staying inside and frustrated.

There were places she had to go, like the Quidditch match tomorrow. That was her job, but she knew all the camera's would be turned to her. She had the idea of the newspaper sending recorded matches over for her to watch, but she hadn't done anything yet as the news had only broke yesterday morning. She was being an ostrich about it. If she didn't tell them, it wasn't happening.

Witch Wizarding Weekly had the exclusive, with a bystander in the maternity department confirming that they had been there waiting in the maternity department and had gone in for an appointment, together. St Mungo's stated that they could not confirm if anybody was a patient, nor disclose any patient's personal information. The prophet had picked it up. They had tried asking her for a comment, thinking the fact that she worked there would help, and they'd get a comment. She had refused.

Being in the media box at matches protected her from the glare somewhat, but then every week Harry had gone to watch her play, they had got a picture from somewhere. That seemed like another lifetime ago now. She had lots of decisions to make.

She sighed and grabbed the scan picture on the table where it had been left awaiting pasting in the baby photo album. It reminded her why she was going through this, despite her misgivings. The doorbell rang. She put the picture back down on the table and stood up, walking towards the front door. She secretly prayed nobody untoward had got through the wards to their house. She wouldn't be responsible for her actions today. Nobody had broken through them before, but then she remembered her dad telling her a muggle expression, " there's a first time for everything," and smiled.

She reached the front door and looked through the spy hole, she could have cast a spell, but it would take longer. She saw her dad standing there, looking up at the spy hole and waving. She opened the door. " Dad, nice to see you. I was just thinking of you," she said. It was unusual for her to see her dad by himself. It was common knowledge that Mrs. Weasley wanted a girl and when she got one, she had never let go. Despite her moaning about Ginny's lack of finesse with household spells, her clothing, and general demeanour. In fact the only thing she didn't complain about was Harry, she thought that magic shone out of his backside.

" To what do I owe this pleasure?" She joked.

" Your mother sent me over. She said I had to bring this present over now, that I had to check on you."

" Check on me?" She asked moving out of the way so that he could step through into the house, which, for some reason, he didn't.

" Yeah, did you see the Prophet?"

" Oh, don't worry. You can report back that everything is fine. You coming in?" She asked as he was still waiting on the doorstop. It was direct, but she felt like that today. He reached out to the side and picked up a huge item, she didn't see what it was at first, but then it clicked. It was the rocking chair that was in her parent's room. It had been in their family nursery for years. " Dad, I can't take that, it's yours and mum's," she said.

"She said to say it's for your nursery now. We've got no call for it any more."

" You don't have to, we can easily get another one," he shook his head.

" Wouldn't be the same. Besides she was pretty insistent, I don't think you have a choice," he said. And carried it into the hallway. " Where do you want it?"

" We haven't got a nursery set up yet, so the living room will do fine for the time being." He put it in the living room in the spare corner, where plants or Christmas trees usually went. As he put it down, she saw the bow across the seat, wrapped around the arm rests.

" Thanks dad," she said. " It's really nice."

" It wasn't a problem, thank your mother not me. It was her idea," he grinned at her. He glanced at the coffee table covered in magazines and saw one of Hermione's muggle magazines on the table. She had brought a few over as she wanted to show an article about equal pay to Ginny. It was some magazine that discussed "social issues" as well as fashion and gossip. Ginny had tuned out after a few minutes of Hermione talking and the subject was changed .Hermione had left them for her to read later. " Can I look at those," he said, interested.

"Yeah, if you want," she said. " Cup of tea dad?" She asked. He glanced up from flicking through the magazine.

" Yes please," he said. She walked into the kitchen, tapped the kettle with her wand (which had been in her back pocket, and she heard her mothers voice in her head saying, " A moment in the pocket, a lifetime with one buttock." She still kept it there though. Harry's influence.) and poured the tea. By the time she came back her dad was sitting on the settee, looking at the scan picture.

" I hadn't seen this before," he said. "It's brilliant isn't it? It's so clear, you can see everything can't you? Aren't you excited?"

"Yeah," she said and sat down on the chair beside the sofa. She'd had people clucking over the picture already, she didn't need another one. "You OK," he said as he took his tea from the table and sipped. She tensed up and sipped her tea before responding.

"Yeah," she said. Giving a face that meant, don't ask any more.

"Just like your mother, too stubborn to discuss things. Think you can solve everything by yourself."

" I don't think that," she said, exasperated.

"Prove it," he said.

"How am I supposed to do that?" She asked.

"Is it Harry?" He asked, ignoring her trying to get out of the question.

"No, no it's nothing like that," she said.

"OK then, is it the baby? Is there something wrong?"

" No, nothing's wrong. It's just a bit overwhelming," she said. "There's so much to think about. Our life is going to change."

All the information was leaking from her mouth, she wasn't thinking like she was talking to her father. In fact, she'd stopped thinking at all. It was like a valve had been opened and everything gushed out at once.

" I've never looked after a baby for more than a day, neither has Harry. How will I know what to do? What if the baby doesn't like me? What if I forget and leave it somewhere? It's not like there's a parenting manual," she said.

As soon as she said it, she knew she shouldn't have. Her dad was not the person to be having this conversation with. She mentally slapped herself, and told herself to shut up. It was done though, despite her misgivings, and wierdly, saying it out loud made the feelings she had bottled up seem stupid. Her father chuckled.

" Before your mother had Bill, she used to have nightmares. She was so scared. Don't tell your mother I told you this, but once she left him outside Flourish and Blotts and came home, went back after five minutes and he was still happily sitting in his pram. She cried for days, said she wasn't fit to be a mother. You see," and he leant over, touching her arm, " everybody makes mistakes, and trust me, you'll make mistakes. It doesn't mean you're not fit to be a mother. It means you're human. And worrying about them isn't going to stop it happening. Everybody's scared. I hate to say this, but it doesn't get any easier either. But the first time you see that baby, you know that it's the most perfect child, and the most important thing you're ever do and everything will fall into place ," he grinned at her. She grinned back. " I think you need to discuss this with Harry as well though," he said.

Her head fell and she looked at the ground." I can't spoil it. He's so excited. If I tell him, he's going to worry about me. It's what he always wanted."

" He's probably feeling exactly the same as you. It's his first baby too," he said. "I bet he'd feel relieved that you feel the same, and even if he doesn't, he'd be happy you're being honest."

"OK, I know you're right," she said. Biting her bottom lip, which she only did when she was nervous.

So that was the plan for tonight. Tell Harry.

Thank you to my beta, brilliant as ever!

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