This Time
Disclaimer: Not J.K. Rowling... yadda, yadda, yadda... you know the drill!
A/N: I know the chapters are short, but they're sweet- Thanks for reading and please review!!!
She glanced around the room, but couldn't find him. Ginny searched through multitudes of people, but didn't see his face. It was then that she knew. He had left. She knew it was for the better. She would have made a scene. But she couldn't get over the fact that he had left without saying good-bye.
Why was he always persistent to do exactly what she asked? Ever since they found out that they were pregnant, he had done every imaginable thing to make her comfortable. At first she had appreciated it, but now it was just plain annoying! She was cranky and emotional, but he still loved her. It just wasn't right! She walked through the kitchen full of Weasleys to the living room where she sat down on the sofa next to Katie, Fred's wife.
"I got it, love," Harry said coming through the back door," Harry said, pulling the mint chocolate chip ice cream out of the plastic grocery bag. But of course, Ginny didn't have any complaints to him bringing her favorite ice cream home for her at 9:30pm. Why would she complain about such a thing? "I'll get a bowl for you, honey," He said.
"No, Harry. I can do it myself. Just help me get up and I'll be fine," She said Katie helping her up. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "Ow, that hurt!" She said, clutching her stomach, "Harry, calm down now, I think it's time."
"Everyone, it's time!" Katie said scurrying into the kitchen of the Burrow. Ginny didn't think she had ever seen her family so excited about one thing in her life... well, except that one time when... Ginny's thought process was interrupted by a sharp pain. She groaned as Harry rushed to her side.
"Oh, Ginny! Are you alright?" He said kissing her cheek.
"Am I alright? Do I look 'alright' to you, Mr. Potter? I'm going into labor, you git!" Ginny practically shouted. Harry was taken aback, as Mrs. Weasley stepped in to take Ginny via apperation to the hospital.
"Don't worry, Harry," George told him, "This only lasts until labor is over. It's nothing permanent, don't worry." Harry sighed with relief before being grabbed and led to his pained wife. He held her hand and on the count of three, Mrs. Weasly, and the soon-to-be Potter parents were on their way to St. Mungo's Hospital.
Nine hours of labor later, a cry could be heard from the delivery room of Ginny and Harry Potter- and it wasn't Ginny's. Harry held his newborn son in his arms and sang to him, as Ginny lay on the bed exhausted. He sat down next to Ginny, and the two talked to their son about how wonderful he was.
"Well, my dearest wife, what shall we call our beautiful son?" Harry said, kissing his lovely Ginny on her cheek.
"I think, Mr. Potter, that we should name our son James," Ginny said, looking into Harry's eyes and knowing that he was hoping for that, "I think we shall call him James Arthur Potter."
Harry brushed Ginny's messy red curls away from her face and answered, "I think that he will be well suited for his name, my beautiful Mrs. Potter. James Arthur Potter it is."
All Ginny could do now was hold her son and think how happy she, her husband and James would be together.
Disclaimer: Not J.K. Rowling... yadda, yadda, yadda... you know the drill!
A/N: I know the chapters are short, but they're sweet- Thanks for reading and please review!!!
She glanced around the room, but couldn't find him. Ginny searched through multitudes of people, but didn't see his face. It was then that she knew. He had left. She knew it was for the better. She would have made a scene. But she couldn't get over the fact that he had left without saying good-bye.
Why was he always persistent to do exactly what she asked? Ever since they found out that they were pregnant, he had done every imaginable thing to make her comfortable. At first she had appreciated it, but now it was just plain annoying! She was cranky and emotional, but he still loved her. It just wasn't right! She walked through the kitchen full of Weasleys to the living room where she sat down on the sofa next to Katie, Fred's wife.
"I got it, love," Harry said coming through the back door," Harry said, pulling the mint chocolate chip ice cream out of the plastic grocery bag. But of course, Ginny didn't have any complaints to him bringing her favorite ice cream home for her at 9:30pm. Why would she complain about such a thing? "I'll get a bowl for you, honey," He said.
"No, Harry. I can do it myself. Just help me get up and I'll be fine," She said Katie helping her up. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "Ow, that hurt!" She said, clutching her stomach, "Harry, calm down now, I think it's time."
"Everyone, it's time!" Katie said scurrying into the kitchen of the Burrow. Ginny didn't think she had ever seen her family so excited about one thing in her life... well, except that one time when... Ginny's thought process was interrupted by a sharp pain. She groaned as Harry rushed to her side.
"Oh, Ginny! Are you alright?" He said kissing her cheek.
"Am I alright? Do I look 'alright' to you, Mr. Potter? I'm going into labor, you git!" Ginny practically shouted. Harry was taken aback, as Mrs. Weasley stepped in to take Ginny via apperation to the hospital.
"Don't worry, Harry," George told him, "This only lasts until labor is over. It's nothing permanent, don't worry." Harry sighed with relief before being grabbed and led to his pained wife. He held her hand and on the count of three, Mrs. Weasly, and the soon-to-be Potter parents were on their way to St. Mungo's Hospital.
Nine hours of labor later, a cry could be heard from the delivery room of Ginny and Harry Potter- and it wasn't Ginny's. Harry held his newborn son in his arms and sang to him, as Ginny lay on the bed exhausted. He sat down next to Ginny, and the two talked to their son about how wonderful he was.
"Well, my dearest wife, what shall we call our beautiful son?" Harry said, kissing his lovely Ginny on her cheek.
"I think, Mr. Potter, that we should name our son James," Ginny said, looking into Harry's eyes and knowing that he was hoping for that, "I think we shall call him James Arthur Potter."
Harry brushed Ginny's messy red curls away from her face and answered, "I think that he will be well suited for his name, my beautiful Mrs. Potter. James Arthur Potter it is."
All Ginny could do now was hold her son and think how happy she, her husband and James would be together.