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14. Smile

"Come on Ginny! You're doing amazing. Push, push, just keep pushing!" Harry yelled, gripping Ginnys hand.

"Why don't you just fucking push Harry?" Ginny panted, fighting for breath in between pushes. She was gripping on to Harry's hand so tightly, he was sure it would snap off at any moment.

"I promise that I would if I could, Gin, but it has to be you. If I could stop the pain, I would. You're doing so great – "

"We're almost there," the medi-witch interrupted. "Have a rest for a moment, Mrs Potter."

Ginny didn't need to be told twice. She collapsed into the pillow behind her head and breathed deeply. Harry leaned forward and kissed his wife on her sweaty forehead, brushing the hair that had stuck to it away with his hand. He stroked her hair soothingly and smiled.

"Soon, we're going to have a little baby boy or girl," he soothed quietly, almost whispering. "And this'll all be worth it."

"I know, I know. But why does it have to hurt so much?" Ginny moaned, her breathing almost regular again.

Harry laughed softly. "Just the way it is, honey."

Before Ginny could reply, the medi-witch shouted, "Okay, Mrs Potter, it's time. You're going to have to push even harder than before, but we're nearly there."

Harry took hold of Ginny's hand once more as a look of determination appeared on her face and she began to push.

"Almost there," reassured the medi-witch. "I can see the head… shoulders… it's a boy!"

Harry's head shot up and he began to smile.

"A couple more seconds…" shouted the medi-witch. "He's here!"

The witch's words were almost drowned out as a small cry filled the air. Both Harry and Ginny – who was still panting heavily – began to smile broadly and Harry kissed Ginny on the top of her head. The medi-witch took out her wand and muttered a few incantations, waving her wand over the baby, who was still crying softly. Within a couple of seconds, Baby Potter was in his father's arms, wrapped in blankets.

Harry looked wordlessly down at his son, who had stopped crying almost immediately as he was placed in his father's arms. Harry took in his appearance – the boy already had a head of Harry's jet-black hair, though his nose and ears were unmistakably Ginny's.

After a few short moments, Harry cautiously passed the bundle down to Ginny, who immediately pulled him close to her chest.

"I love you so much already," she whispered into the baby's ear, her voice full of emotion.

She sat there for a few moments longer, before looking up at Harry.

"I think we should call him James," she said, smiling.

Harry's eyes filled with tears that he made no attempt to wipe away as he smiled.

"I was going to suggest the exact same thing. Thank you so much, it'd mean – I'm sure it does mean so much to my Dad."

Ginny only smiled in reply, nodding her head. She slowly stroked his cheek and wiped away the tears that had fallen, one arm still wrapped tightly around her son's (now sleeping) body.

"You look beautiful," Harry added, his eyes locked with Ginny's.

Ginny laughed. "Are you sure? 'Cause I just pushed a baby out of me you know, and I've heard women don't look their best after doing that," she teased.

"You do," Harry replied, grinning. "You've never looked more beautiful than you do now."

Ginny looked down at James. "Will you be able to sweet-talk a girl like your Daddy, hmm?" she said, stroking James' hair, which was already sticking up all over the place.

Harry snorted. "Sweet-talking isn't something I'd put on my résumé."

"Ah, well. You got me in the end, didn't you?" Ginny teased.

"How I managed that though, I'll never know."

Ginny smiled and looked back down at her son.

"I can hardly believe he's mine," she whispered, almost inaudibly.

"Me too, me too. But he is Ginny, he's ours." Harry looked down at James. "I love you, James," he whispered, almost as quietly as Ginny.

Upon hearing his Dad's words, James moved in his mother's arms, opened his eyes and the corners of his mouth lifted.

James was smiling, right up at Daddy.

"Look, Harry!" exclaimed Ginny excitedly.

"I know, Ginny. I know," Harry replied, beaming.

"I'm sure your Mum and Dad are smiling too Harry. They'd be so proud," said Ginny, stroking Harry's arm.

"I know they are." Harry said. "Speaking of parents, don't you think I should go and tell them all outside what's going on?"

"Oh," Ginny said in surprise. "I'd forgotten about everyone in the waiting room. Sure, go see them. I'm sure Mum can't wait to meet yet another grandchild!"

Harry kissed Ginny before walking out of the private ward. When he entered the waiting room, he glanced around. Molly, Arthur, Ron, Hermione, Bill, Charlie, George and Percy were all sat on various chairs throughout the room. Everyone had arrived within half an hour of the news that Ginny had gone into labour with promises from Luna, Neville, Hagrid and Charlie, George and Percy's wives to visit tomorrow.

"It's a boy!" Harry yelled jubilantly as he entered the room. "We've called him James," he continued over the shouts of congratulations. Everyone stood up and ran to him, Hermione being the first to reach him and pull him into a hug.

"After your Dad, Harry, that's so wonderful," she whispered.

"Thanks," Harry replied as Hermione pulled away.

Molly was next to put her arms around Harry and pull him into a motherly hug.

"Congratulations! How are they both?"

"Ginny's fine. Never better. And James is perfectly healthy, they used the Weighing Charm on him pretty much as soon as he was born. Seven pounds and two ounces, the perfect weight for a newborn baby apparently. And he already has a full head of hair, almost as long as mine already!" Harry replied.

"Can I see them?"

"Of course. But our medi-witch says it's a strict three visitors at a time, other than the father that is," he said apologetically, addressing the entire group.

Arthur and Ron immediately looked at Harry hopefully, although neither said a word.

"So…" Harry continued. "Grandma, Grandpa and… Godfather?" he said, looking at Ron.

"You want me to be Godfather?" Ron asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"Of course, you idiot. Who else? Me and Ginny discussed it weeks ago. And, Hermione – would you like to be Godmother?"

Hermione's eyes filled with tears. "I'd love too Harry, I'm honoured. Thank you so, so, much!"

"You're welcome. I'm sure you two will be great parents, when you decide to."

Ron's face became white and he looked at Hermione, a worried expression on his face, who merely laughed and kissed Ron on the cheek.

"Can I go see my Grandson now, please?" spoke Arthur for the first time, bordering on impatiently.

Harry chuckled. "Of course, sorry."

Harry, Ron, Molly and Arthur walked out of the room and down the corridor towards Ginny's room. Unable to contain himself any longer, Harry paused just outside the door and turned to his companions.

"Do you know what James did? He smiled at me… he smiled! A real, baby smile!"

"Big woop, can I see my Godson now?"

A/N Aw, don't ya just love Ronniekins? So tactless. Hope you liked it, please review!