Someone slapped me hard across the face. "Ouch!"

"Sorry babe, but they're about to tell you about your kid, I figured you'd want to be conscious for it," Lacie told me as she helped me off the floor. "She's awake now."

The nurse took a deep breath. "Your son has pneumonia. If you had been any later in getting him in here, he would have died. The stage is very severe, and if he makes it through the night, you'll be very lucky."

My world came crashing down in a heap. "Can I see him?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"Right now, Evan needs to sleep. We're doing everything we can." She smiled at me reassuringly and walked through the big steel doors.

Everything felt so small, like the world was closing in on me. I grabbed my head and fell back into the chair. "I'll get you some coffee," Lacie said. "Anyone else want some?" A chorus of 'yeses' resounded, and I watched as she walked away.

My mind began spinning. What if I lost him? He was my world, my everything. He was my baby. I couldn't bear to lose him. I began sobbing. Hard, shoulder shaking sobbing. I was trying to talk myself into thinking everything would be all right, but it came out as babble. I felt someone's arms wrap around me and pull me to him. I was too upset to realize that Harry was smoothing my hair down and mumbling soothing words to me.

I couldn't lose my baby.

I woke up to hushed voices talking. "Should we wake her up?" one asked.

"No, she's had so many problems, just let her sleep."

My head shot up. "Where's my baby?" I demanded.

Mum rushed to my side and took my hand. "Ginny, Evan's heart stopped beating around midnight last night. The doctors managed to revive him, and now he's on a monitor. They said you could see him, but-"

I didn't need to hear anymore. I ran into the hallway, frantically ducking in and out of rooms looking for Evan.

Room 606. I ran in and saw him. He was lying on his back, in a box that had tubes running in and out. The tubes were attached to him, and he looked so small and defenseless. I pulled a chair over to his beside and sat down. "He looks so small."

I stood and whirled around. Harry was leaning against the wall, watching. "He looks like you."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "What do you want?"

Harry walked over and looked down at Evan. "You know, I married Scarlett because she told me she was pregnant. I wanted a family so bad I actually bought it. A week after the wedding she told me she miscarried. I checked with her doctor and found out she was never pregnant. I got duped."

I watched as he reached out and touched the glass that separated him from his son. "All I ever wanted was a family," he whispered. "Scarlett never wanted a family. All she wanted was to be Mrs. Harry-bloody-Potter. When I saw you pick up Evan tonight, I realized all I ever wanted had been staring me in the face all along," he paused and turned to me. "Please, don't shut me out of his life. I was wrong. He's not a mistake. I want a chance to be his father."

I saw tears brimming his eyes. Evan's eyes. Wordlessly, I moved towards him and pulled him into a hug. "I'm sorry Harry," I whispered into his hair. "I never wanted to keep him from you."

He wrapped his arms around my waist. "Come back to England. Let's be a family."

I didn't respond. Everything was happening so fast, I was afraid I'd wake up and everything would be a dream. "Let's just focus on Evan for now," I suggested, letting go of Harry.

He nodded sadly and we sat next to the box. "How old is he?" Harry asked as we watched Evan's little chest rise and fall.

"Four months," I answered. "He was born a month early."

We were silent until Harry spoke again. "You named him after my parents?"

I nodded. "I couldn't think of names, so Lacie and I went through first and last names. He was 'baby Weasley' for three days before Lacie came up with Evan James."

"Can he talk yet?"

"No Harry. He's only four months old."

"What color are his eyes?"

I smiled. "Green. Like yours. The nurses were surprised because his eyes changed from blue to green rather fast, but it's all part of the magical pregnancy."

"What was your pregnancy like?"

"Hard. I was throwing up a week before the wedding, and I spent the entire flight in the bathroom. After that, I wasn't throwing up so much, but he was such an active baby. At night, all he did was move. I had to go to Lamaze classes with Lacie, which I never had to use because I had a C-section. Anything else?" I ended suddenly. I didn't want him to know everything. The way I cried myself to sleep or why I had to have a C-section.

"Why did you have a C-section?" Damn him.

"Because Evan was a preemie." That was only half the truth. I went into labor prematurely because I thought I saw Harry walk into the café and I started freaking out. My water broke, and then I realized it wasn't Harry, it was just some random person, but I delivered Evan anyway.

"Must be some way to spend his first Christmas," Harry remarked softly. "In a hospital. Poor guy."

"I doubt he'll remember this is how his first Christmas went," I assured him. "And now he'll get to spend it with his father, so I don't think he'll be too upset."

Harry looked at me confused. "You're coming back?"

"Not yet, but you're welcome to spend Christmas here, with us."

"Why don't you want to go back to England?" he asked, moving dangerously close to me. He ran his hands up my arms and rested them on my shoulders. "It's not because of me, is it?"

"Um," I stuttered. It was getting harder to form complete sentences. He was moving closer to me and it wasn't long before I felt his lips on mine.

Oh shit.