Harry couldnt take his eyes off his daughter. Ginny had fed her not even fifteen minutes ago and she had fallen asleep soon after, nestled comfortably in his arms.
He looked up as James slowly came down the stairs, dressed in his pyjamas. Ginny was upstairs, settling Albus into bed. They'd had visits all day, this being their first day at home with the baby since her birth but Harry preferred these times when it was just the five of them. Five!
James came to his side, peering down at his sister.
"Why she sleep all the time? I want to play Quidditch with her," he said, his words indicating his tiredness.
"She's only two days old, James," reasoned Harry.
"She can be the Quaffle," his son suggested.
Harry tried to smother his grin. "No, she can't."
James leaned his head on his father's shoulder. "do you...will you still play Quidditch with me?" he asked softly, his eyes closed.
" Of course. Tomorrow, you and me."
"Promise?" yawned James.
" Promise," nodded Harry.
James smiled sleepily. " Night Dad. Night Lily." He leaned down to kiss Lily on her forehead, making the baby frown and squirm.
"James honey, it's bedtime," called Ginny softly, from the bottom step.
" Coming Mum," said James, and he walked towards her.
She put her arms around his shoulders and helped him up the stairs.
Harry watched them go, then looked back at his newborn daughter. She wriggled, putting both hands up near her face as she settled back down to sleep.
Harry's heart was full.