7 months later little James Sirius Potter was born. He was a perfect 7 pounds 10 ounces and had a mess of jet-black untidy hair just like his father but his mother's soft brown eyes. Ginny and Harry couldn't have been happier. They were excited to be parents and ready for a new adventure to tackle. They know that naming them after two of the best troublemakers in Hogwart's history would be a problem one day, but they would cross that bridge when they got to it. They didn't know what was going to happen next nor did they care, as long as theywere together it would be alright.

"I love you Ginny. You did great today. I'm so proud of you." Harry said as he leaned over the bed a St. Mungo's to give his wife and mother of his child a kiss.
"I love you too Harry. And thank you." She said as she looked up from the sleeping child in her arms to look in her husband's emerald green eyes.
"Thank me? For What?" Harry chuckled as he looked down at his sleeping son.
"For giving me this." Gesturing around the room and at the bundle in her arms. "A family of my own, its everything I've always wanted and you as my husband is just icing on the cake." Harry chuckled at the muggle phrase he had taught her many years ago before they were married.

*Years later*

Three kids and six years later Harry and Ginny were going on stronger than ever. They never lived in the past just stayed in the present because that was what worked best for them. The memory of the miscarriage and the hardships they faced still plagued in their minds from time to time and it was always a sad day in the Potter house on the anniversary of their late child's death, but somehow they fought through and they are better for it now. Both Harry and Ginny knew after all this time they would always be together besides it was too late to turn back now.