In the St. Mungo's delivery ward.
"Harry!" Ginny yelled as she felt yet another contraction.
"Shh, shh, Ginny everything will be fine." Harry said with a slightly panicked look.
"Here Harry, let me." Mrs. Weasley said as she took Ginny's hand out of Harry's and stood beside her daughter.
"Mum," Ginny said as soon as the contraction subsided, "How did you do it? I am never, ever, going through this again!"
"Shh, sweetheart, after you have the baby you'll want more and will forget all about the pain that is labor." Molly said as she gave her daughter's hand an encouraging squeeze.
"It's so painful!" Ginny yelled as another contraction hit her.
"Well, after the twins, you and Ron were a breeze."
"Twins," Ginny said in a strangled voice because of the thought.
"Gin, don't worry, we know its only one." Harry said from the other side of her.
"Harry, if I get pregnant with twins I will kill you." Ginny said right before the biggest contraction of them all hit her.
After ten minutes of pushing, out popped James Sirius Potter. The healers cleaned him up and then preceded to hand him to his stunned father.
"Hi James," Harry cooed after he got over the initial shock of holding his son.
"Can I see him?" Ginny asked after she was cleaned up also.
"You can hold him, you are his mummy after all." Harry said with a huge smile as he handed the little baby boy to his mum.
"Hi Jamsie," Ginny cooed to her little boy. He opened his eyes, which were a dark brown, though the color would change in the next month or so. The little boy began to softly wail, and Ginny began to rick him back and forth.
"Shh Jamsie," Ginny said to her little son," Shh, mummy's here don't cry."
The little boy quieted and fell asleep, leaving the two new parents staring at him in wonder.
Mrs. Weasley just stood at the door next to her husband as she watched the scene play out, and all the while she remembered her own first time in the delivery ward.
"Can grandmum hold him?" Molly asked as she approached the young couple.
"Of course," Ginny and Harry said to her. They handed the little boy over, and Mrs. Weasley held her newest member of her family with expert hands.
"Hello there, little James, you look just like your mummy except with your daddy's hair." She cooed to her grandson.
"He's beautiful Gin," Harry whispered in her ear, "You did so well."
"Might I add that you did well yourself Mr. Potter, or shall I call you daddy now that Jamsie's around?" She said as she pecked Harry on the cheek and looked on with wonder at her little boy and her mother.