Ginny was exhausted. It was barely three in the afternoon, and yet she couldn't keep her eyes open.

Since eight that morning, when Andromeda Tonks dropped over a squirming Teddy, Ginny and Harry had been run ragged. The toddler was into everything — he liked to climb furniture he shouldn't, put items in his mouth that shouldn't be in there, and although Teddy only had a limited vocabulary, he liked to shout about every word he knew. Grimmauld Place was a mess of toys, baby food and chaos.

Harry and Ginny had argued far too many times to count throughout the day. Their biggest, only half an hour ago, was over a poo-nami that seemed to cover all of Teddy's back and hair. Neither of them had wanted to touch him, and Andie and Molly had both warned that using magic can often make it worse. Eventually, as usual, Ginny won and watched, laughing as Harry tried to tidy him up.

Even after all that activity, Teddy wasn't ready for his midafternoon nap. Ginny should have expected it, especially when Andromeda dumped the toddler then promptly ran away. Ginny paced the living room, rocking Teddy back and forth, just as her mum had suggested.

"It's just no good," Ginny sighed, throwing Harry a desperate look. "He just won't go down."

"Did you try a bottle?" he questioned.

"Yes—Harry Potter, Chosen One and baby genius. I've given him his bottle and his blanket. I've ignored him. I've rocked him, and he's still smiling away. At least he's come to his senses and settled on red hair for a while."

"That's because he loves you. Maybe he can sense how stressed out you are, and it's making him wound up?"

"Well, you give it a bloody try then!" She shot him an annoyed look, not even caring when Harry flinched.

Her boyfriend sat more upright and held his arms out for Teddy. Ginny passed him over before throwing herself down on the sofa next to Harry. Immediately, the toddler responded to his Godfather's cooing, closing his eyes and eventually drifted off to sleep.

"How did you do that?" Ginny frowned.

"I dunno must just be me. Maybe I am the baby genius!" Harry chuckled softly. "Or, maybe I am just a little bit calmer, and that's what he needed. I reckon toddlers have a sixth sense for these sorts of things."

"I'm so tired, Harry." She shifted to rest her head on her boyfriend's shoulder, letting out a long yawn. "If this is what having a child is like, I'm not sure I want any of my own. Better to let Hermione and Ron have a million, and we can just hand them back!"

"Really?" Harry frowned. "Oh."

Ginny's heart started to pound at Harry's disappointed tone. This was the first time children had come up in conversation, which wasn't surprising given they had only been back together for a month or so. She was due to go back to school in a couple of weeks, so they weren't planning their lives past the first of September.

"Do you want children?" Ginny raised her head to face him, trying not to let his brilliant green eyes distract her.

"Well yeah, eventually. Two or three, I was thinking. If it works out, of course. I'd love a proper family."

"You already have a proper family, Harry. You're as much a Weasley as I am, and you have Teddy and Andromeda, too. Don't forget Hermione; you two are practically siblings."

"I know, but," Harry hesitated. "They're not a part of me."

"You make it sound like they need a part of your soul or blood in them to be a proper family."

He laughed. "I'm not going to turn you into a Horcrux if that's what you're worried about."

"I know." She craned her neck to kiss him. "Well, will you at least let me have a few seasons of Quidditch before you knock me up?"

A huge smile spread over Harry's face at their informal agreement. "I think that sounds reasonable."