Harry was exhausted. Taking care of James and make sure Ginny was comfortable wasn't as easy as he thought. Luckily Ginny was off bed rest now that James was a week old.

James was crying. Looking at the clock Harry moaned, it was 2 in the morning. "Gin it's your turn."

" Harry he's your son."

" He's yours too love."

Ginny rolled out of bed. Walking over to James crib she looked down. " What's all this fuss about?'' picking him up she knew. After a change and a bottle James quieted back down. Setting him back in his crib, she kissed his forehead. After making sure he was ok she went and curled up to Harry's back.

3 months later

"Mum are you sure?"

" Yes dear go. Have a night just to yourselves."

" Ok." She kissed her son, " Be good for your grandma."

Harry would be surprised. He was out with Ron having a guys day out. Ginny started to cook dinner and as she was setting the table, Harry's patronus came into the room. " Gin I'll be home in about an hour."

After the dinner was done, Ginny ran up stairs and changed. Putting on the dress she'd worn when Harry proposed she went downstairs to light the candles. Just as she finished lighting the last one Harry walked in the door.

" Hey Gin…whats all this?

" Mum wanted time with our son and thought we could use a night to ourselves."

"hmmm, I could defiantly use some time with you." Placing his arms around her waist pulling her in for a kiss.

" That was nice." she smiled, " come sit and have dinner."

" Dinner smells wonderful. Whats for dessert?"

"You'll see" a mischievous smile on her face.