A/N: I had to put the little randomness at the beginning, because baby's smell so GOOD! This chapter actually turned out longer than I thought it would. Enjoy!

Harry and Ginny weren't exactly use to the idea of being grandparents yet, but James was glad that they were playing the whole thing off around him. He didn't think he'd be able to face the horrific situation of raising a surprise ankle bitter if they had made a big deal out of everything. He was scared enough that he would screw the kid up, if they hadn't made parenting look so easy he would have been crippled by his fear of her.

He reflected on this as he (and the rest of the family) was giving Amber her first bath in preparation to unveil her to the whole family later that day. She was giggling and splashing in the water, Ginny had snapped a couple of pictures, and Harry promised James that he could use them later in her life to embarrass her.

James would have to remember to do that.

The family watched but left James to do the actual washing of the baby, saying the whole time, "If you don't bond with Amber now then you'll never have a good relationship with your daughter."

James didn't see how doing things like washing Amber and changing her diaper were suppose to make him love her. Maybe it was something that would develop over time?

After her bath the rest of the family went to do various things to get ready to go to the Burrow while James was left to get Amber ready. As he was toweling her off he caught a wonderful scent. He sniffed around to see where it was coming from and was surprised to find that it was Amber!

He took a whiff of her fine, toweled dry, hair; it smelled great!

James quickly dressed Amber in a little green dress that Ginny had picked out for the occasion, Ginny and Lily had bought a bunch of clothes for Amber after they had found out her gender though both refused to buy anything pink for her. James really couldn't care less what she wore but he had to admit that she looked adorable in the frilly green outfit. He quickly went to find someone to share his daughters smell with after she was dressed. He found his dad in the living room with Lily, "Hey, dad," he said getting Harry and Lily's attention. He positioned Amber's head under his dad's nose, "Take a whiff of that!"

Harry looked at James like he was crazy but obediently sniffed Amber's head. "Yes, and?"

It was James turn to look at Harry like he was crazy. He lifted Amber back into his arms and sniffed her again. "Don't you smell that?" he asked Harry. "She smells so good!"

Lily rolled her eyes at her bother. "James," she sighed, "that's the new baby smell, every baby smells like that."

James was confused, this was the first time that he had noticed the smell, up until then Amber had just smelled like a nasty diaper, not exactly a pleasing scent.

He shrugged and walked away, still sniffing at Amber's head. Maybe they just couldn't smell it.

They left shortly after James's odd conversation with Harry and when they arrived at the Burrow James, who was holding Amber, was ambushed by his Gran and half of his aunts. "Aww," they cooed at Amber who was looking at them with a bewildered expression, never having seen so many people before. "Whose baby is this?" Molly asked no one in particular. Ginny gave James a significant look and James knew that she wasn't going to help him with this.

"She's mine," he sighed.

His Gran laughed, "Seriously James, who'd you barrow such a cute baby from?"

"I bought her off of the black market, Gran," he said rolling his eyes. "Only twenty galleons, it was an offer I couldn't refuse."

This earned him a smack of his head from his mum. "This is Amber, mum," she said, knowing that nothing would get done if she didn't help her son out. "When James went to Ireland for the World Cup he…had a little too much fun and got a baby."

There was silence in the crowded living room as everyone stared at James and Amber in astonishment. James could feel his face heating up at all of their stares, he liked getting attention but this was the wrong kind, too tense. And then, George burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter.

Ginny, Hermione, and Molly fixed him with stern looks, while his own wife just rolled her eyes, use to random laughter at the most inappropriate of times. "I'm not kidding, and this isn't a joke," Ginny reminded him.

"Oh, I know that your not joking, little sister," George smiled, whipping a tear of mirth from his eye. "I'm just so happy that I won the bet."

"What bet?" Hermione asked, as Ron reluctantly dug into his pocket for George's money.

"The one I made with Ron, I bet that letting James go to Ireland by himself with only his teammates would be a mistake and that he would end up doing something stupid that would later bite him in the ass. Ron thought he would have better sense," George said shaking his head at his younger brother's lack of judgment as Ron handed him his winnings. "Though I never dreamed that my proof would come in such a small package," he cooed at little Amber, who giggled.

There was an outraged silence broken this time by James. "I had better get a part of that gold," he said. "You wouldn't have it if it wasn't for me."

"So true," George said counting out half for James.

"What is the matter with you three?" Molly asked. "Ronald, George, I know I raised the two of you better than to bet on your nephew's misfortune. And you James Sirius Potter," James gulped; it was never a good sign when anyone used his full name. "What would posses you to do such a thing? What were you thinking?" She was waiting for an answer, and James didn't know what to say. He was receiving pitying glances from Lily, Albus, and Teddy, the only people in the room who actually knew what he was thinking at the time; that he had slept with a girl that looked like another girl that he was pining for. But he wasn't about to announce his reasons to his whole family; it wasn't something that he wanted to advertise. So he just hung his head and shrugged his shoulders.

Molly sighed and took Amber from his arms; James jerked his head back up, shocked at the sudden withdrawal of Amber from his arms, which seemed to always be accompanied by her weight. "What was her name, again?" Molly asked, inspecting the bewildered baby. "Amber Ginny Potter," James said.

"Who named her?" his Granddad asked, looking at her red hair, no doubt thinking that it was Weasley hair.

"I did."

Molly simply nodded. "I'll need to knit her some booties," she murmured.

James sighed in relief, if Gran was planning to knit Amber something then that meant the she was accepted as part of the family. But that didn't mean that he would get off of the hook so easily. "I don't see why you didn't come and tell use sooner," she berated him.

"Teddy knew too and he didn't tell you!" James said, trying to get some of the heat off of himself.

Teddy looked up, shocked that James would rat him out like that.

"You were here yesterday, Teddy Lupin, and you didn't tell me!" Molly shouted.

"Git, that's the last time I help you!" Teddy exclaimed as Molly, Fleur, Victoire, and other members of the family looked at him with accusing faces.

The rest of the evening passed with minimal questions directed to James and a lot of passing Amber around. James didn't go around making sure everyone was holding her right, like most new parents would-he trusted his family, they knew what they were doing when it came to babies-but that didn't mean that he didn't miss her already familiar weight in his arms.

Lita and Leslie went around calling him "git" at every turn, having learned that new word from their dad, but that didn't bother James as much as it did Teddy who kept trying to get them to stop before Vic heard.

Ron got a kick of reminding Harry that he was a grandpa now and only stopped when Rose, who had had enough of her dad's childish behavior, held her stomach and said, sheepishly, "Well, dad, that's actually something I wanted to talk to you about."

It took Hermione ten minutes to revive Ron, who had fainted, and have a laughing Rose assure him that it was just a joke. He didn't find it very funny but everyone else did, and Ron didn't talk much the rest of the night.

All in all, James thought that things could have gone worse.

A/N: I have been asked a lot about Charlotte and when she's coming back but you all need to be patient. She might not be back for a while, she's married by now, remember?

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