"I'll make you happy
Baby
Just wait and see
For every kiss you give me
I'll give you three
Oh
Since the day I saw you
I have been waiting for you
You know I'll adore you
'Till eternity"
James really was a brilliant baby boy.
Harry had to leave before the skittery nurse brought him in (nothing big, just aiding the Obliviators on a job), so she was left alone in a room with him (a rather dangerous move, considering the doctor thought she was a complete nutter)
At first, when you see a baby, you don't really get why mothers coo over them. The first baby Ginny saw born was Teddy. For one, the process was grueling, and for what? A wailing, whining, pooping, noise-box? Secondly, when a baby is born it looks rather like a bald, squirmy alien (Teddy actually looked more like a petite loaf of Salami, but she hadn't told Remus or Tonks that. They were just too happy).
She had told Harry her opinion of babies once. He had just laughed and said something about unconditional love and motherhood. How Harry of all people knew this was a mystery.
She got it now, though. Holding her own baby for the first time was some thing akin to painting a very beautiful picture or scoring a match point, mixed with overly-hormonal worry and mind-boggling squishyness (really, though. How can anything be that soft? Do they not have bones?)
He already had a tuft of untidy dark hair, and several pointy white teeth. He had her light-brown eyes, however, and a sprinkling of Weasley freckles. He threw her a gummy smirk and grabbed her nose with a pudgy little fist.
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Later, when James had fallen back asleep, Ginny had her quill out, poised over a piece of parchment, but no ideas as to what to write in that week's column. Instead, an unbidden owl to Harry was forming itself in her mind. On the spur of the moment, she wrote it out, hoping that her seventeen words meant as much as she wanted them to:
Harry-
You were right; he doesn't look like a bit of Salami. Much love,
Ginny and James
