Do You Think I Look Fat?

"Harry, do you think my breasts look bigger?" Ginny asked one morning.

Harry chocked the lemonade he was drinking "W-What?" he stammered. Ginny smirked.

"Do you think my breasts look bigger?" she repeated, knowing full well that he heard her the first time. Harry looked at her, embarrassed.

"I-I don't know," he mumbled.

"Take a look than," she said. Harry seemed to regain composure in a second. He knew a proposal when he heard one.

"Well than," he said with a mischievous smile "You wouldn't want to take off your shirt in the kitchen now do you?" he said.

"Of course not," she said innocently and walked up the stairs, swaying her hips. Harry followed her like a lost puppy.

When they reached the bedroom, Ginny shut the door after Harry entered and leaned on the door. "Well than Mr. Potter, didn't you want to check something?" she said in a seductive voice.

Harry got closer and they started breathing rather heavily when he was about an inch from her body. "I did," he said in husky voice. She could no longer contain herself and lunged to him hungrily. She captured his mouth in a passionate kiss that shot fireworks in her head.

Harry quickly undid her bra, looked, and smiled "Yep," he said in satisfaction, "They are definitely bigger," he caressed her exposed skin, and she yelped.

"What?" he asked startled.

"It hurts," she said and slapped his hand away before putting her bra back on. She saw the confused and hurt look in his face and softened. "You did nothing wrong, it's one of the symptoms of pregnancy," she said and saw Harry's face relax.

"Well than," he said "We got carried a way a bit and I'm late."

"You better be going than," she said sadly. He smiled and kissed her.

"Bye love," he said and apparated.

"Bye," she said to the empty room. She lied on the bed and sighed happily. Life was perfect for her. She was married to the man she love and carrying his child.

She stroked her stomach. "I'll make sure your life would be perfect wee one," she said to her abdomen. Tears leaked from her eyes "You'll have lots of brothers and sisters and cousins and you'll be happy. I'll make sure you'll grow up loved, unlike your daddy,"

She continued to stroke her flat stomach and suddenly found herself singing a lullaby her mother used to sing her when she was little:

Rock-a-bye, baby,
In the treetop,
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks
The cradle will fall,
And down will come baby,
Cradle and all.

Baby is drowsing,
Cosy and fair.
Mother sits near,
In her rocking chair.
Forward and back
The cradle she swings,
And though baby sleeps,
He hears what she sings.

From the high rooftops
Down to the sea,
No one's as dear
As baby to me.
Wee little fingers,
Eyes wide and bright
Now sound asleep
Until morning light.

Someone clapped. She didn't even notice someone was there. She sat up and looked at the smiling face of Harry.

"Harry!" she yelped "What are you doing here? Don't you have work to do?"

"Nope," he said, "I took the day off. You have an appointment with healer O'Connell, did you forget?"

She slapped herself on the forehead "Bugger!" she said, "What time is it?"

"Don't worry, we have another 15 minutes," he said calmly but she went ballistic.

"15 MINUTES? We'll never be there on time!" she exclaimed loudly.

Harry put his hands on her shoulders "Ginny, relax. Go and get dressed. You can still apparate remember?" he said gently. Ginny visibly relaxed.

"You're right, I don't know what has gotten into me," she said.

"Don't worry about it," he smiled.

Ten minutes later, Ginny was ready "Okay, I'm ready," said Ginny.

"Good, let's go than," he said while holding her hand, and apparated.

"You sing very well you know," he said to her and she blushed "It sounded almost…familiar," he trailed and shook his head.

Ginny sighed mentally, she was certain his mother sang to him, but he had no way of remembering it since his aunt probably didn't.

"Oh! Mrs. Potter! Back again I see!" said healer O'Connell when they entered her office.

"Yes," said Ginny eagerly.

"Well, than, let us take a look at your baby," she smiled at the couple and pointed her wand to Ginny's abdomen "Infantous" she muttered and a silver light brimmed in the tip of her wand. She moved her wand to point at the wall and said "liberare".

An almost black picture appeared on the wall. "canor, lux" she said and suddenly a beat was sounded all over the office.

"Is that?" gasped Ginny.

"It's your baby's heartbeat," she said "And your baby's picture," Harry held Ginny's hand so tightly, that her knuckles whitened. His eyes brimmed with tears as he watched the small figure on the wall and heard its heartbeat.

"He seems healthy enough," healer O'Connell said.

"He? It's a boy?" asked Ginny, wiping her own tears.

"Yes it is," Harry's barriers broke and tears leaked from his eyes rapidly. He wiped them from his eyes quickly, so no one would see.

"Well, everything seems to be in order," the healer said. She went to her desk and pulled something round from the drawer.

"It's a summoning ball. When you squeeze it, I'll get a notification that you are in labor. Do you want to have birth at home or at St. Mungo's?"

Ginny looked at Harry and he nodded her, as if communicating with her "Home."

"Very well than, I'll apparate to your house," she said kindly and smiled "Until then, remember to eat well and try avoiding any sexual relations," she glanced briefly at Harry.

"I am the happiest man on earth!" Harry said loudly as they apparated home. He hugged Ginny who giggled.

"I have the most amazing wife," he said and kissed her on the mouth "I'm going to be a father," he said, lowered himself to her abdomen and kissed it tenderly, "And the most amazing friends anyone can ask for," he kissed Ginny's mouth again eagerly.

She smiled through the kiss "Umm..." she murmured in satisfaction.

"Wanna go to sleep?" she muttered. Harry made a small sound in his throat and Ginny took it as a yes. She grabbed his hand and led him to their bedroom. Harry took off his Auror robed and changed into his boxers. Ginny took off the jeans and the shirt and put on her nightgown.

They lied in bed and Ginny's head was on Harry's shoulder while her hand encircled his waist. His hand was on the small of her back and she moved closer. Suddenly, she began to sing:

Lullaby, and good night,
With pink roses bedight,
With lilies overspread,
Is my baby's sweet head.
Lay you down now, and rest,
May your slumber be blessed!
Lay you down now, and rest,
May thy slumber be blessed!

Lullaby, and good night,
You're your mother's delight,
Shining angels beside
My darling abide.
Soft and warm is your bed,
Close your eyes and rest your head.
Soft and warm is your bed,
Close your eyes and rest your head.

Sleepyhead, close your eyes.
Mother's right here beside you.
I'll protect you from harm,
You will wake in my arms.
Guardian angels are near,
So sleep on, with no fear.
Guardian angels are near,
So sleep on, with no fear.

Lullaby, and sleep tight.
Hush! My darling is sleeping,
On his sheets white as cream,
With his head full of dreams.
When the sky's bright with dawn,
He will wake in the morning.
When noontide warms the world,
He will frolic in the sun.

Harry's eyes slowly closed as she began to sing and he held her tighter. Just like a baby holding to his mummy. She thought.

"Night love," she whispered and snuggled closer to his warm body.

"A boy? That's fantastic Gin!" said Fred.

"Smashing sis, congrats," George said, smiling.

"I'm really happy for you Gin," said Hermione, Dan sleeping in her arms, his head in the crook of her neck.

"Thanks Hermione," said Ginny. They were all at Ron and Hermione's place and were rather exhausted after Dan's third birthday party.

"Have you decided on a name?" inquired Ron. Ginny grimaced.

"I said James but he disagrees," she said with distaste, pointing at her husband.

"Why the hell not?" asked Ron outrageously "It's his father's name!"

"Language Ronald, maybe he doesn't want a child named after his father." She suggested.

"I cannot see why not," Ginny said. She was slightly showing now: her belly grew about two inches and Harry couldn't get enough of stroking her.

"Ron mate, I think I'm going to go home," said Harry as he came back from a talk with Remus, Arthur and Molly. He stood behind his wife and played with her hair. "Are you coming Gin?"

"I wouldn't leave you alone in the house, you may blow it," she said teasingly but she did not notice the Harry wincing – it was something his uncle used to say.

"You know, I'm not that frail Harry, I can stand up on my own," she said in annoyance as Harry made a move to help her up from the chair.

"For now…" muttered Ron. Luckily for him, Ginny didn't hear.

"Bye everyone!" called Ginny and after a hug from her parents, apparated home with Harry.

"You know, maybe you should stop apparating," said Harry as he took off his shirt.

"Why?" asked Ginny.

"Well, the healer said that when you start to show you should stop." He answered lightly. Ginny turned red.

"Are you saying that I look fat!" she demanded. Harry looked up startled.

"No!" he said quickly "I think you look fabulous!"

"You ARE saying that I'm fat!" she said loudly. Harry looked her slightly fazed.

"I think it will be better if you'll sleep on the sofa tonight," she said quietly and slammed the bedroom door in his face.

Harry knocked on the door "Gin? Come on! I didn't say you're fat!"

Ginny's muffled reply was heard "Go away!" Harry sighed and walked down the stairs and extended the sofa.

Ginny cried; She knew she was being unfair to Harry. He was only concerned about her health and she made him sleep on the sofa in return.

She got up and opened the door, unable to sleep without his warm body pressed to hers. She got down the stairs and stared guiltily in his sleeping figure.

She crawled under the blanket with him and snuggled closer, falling asleep almost immediately.

Harry woke up the next morning sour and stiff, yet warm. He opened his eyes and saw he was in the living room. Slowly, last night's events appeared in his head and he sighed.

He looked down and saw to his astonishment Ginny's body next to his. He leaned his head on his palm and watched her sleep.

The nightgown came up during the night so he now saw a little part of her stomach. He raised his hand and pulled the gown up gently, as if not to wake Ginny.

He put his hand on her now exposed stomach and kissed it lightly.

"Harry?" Ginny's sleepy voice was heard somewhere in his right. Harry leaned his head on her stomach so his head turned to watch her face.

"Morning," he said quietly.

"Harry, I'm sorry about yesterday. I don't know what has gotten into me…" Ginny said groggily and her eyes were a little glassy.

"I think I have a pretty good idea what that may be, but I knew you wouldn't be able to sleep without me," he said teasingly. She stroked his jet-black hair in affection.

"Why don't you want to name him James?" she asked suddenly.

Harry averted his gaze from her and looked longingly to nothing in particular. "I don't know," he said after a few seconds.

"Harry…please think about it; It's only fitting that a child will be called after his father or grandfather."

"So why don't you call him Arthur?" he inquired, thinking he won the debate.

Ginny snorted, "Give me a break, Arthur is such an old name. Can you imagine a boy who looks like you and called Arthur Potter?"

Harry sniggered "I guess not," he said finally and sighed, "How do you always get me to do what you want huh?"

Ginny squealed in delight "So you agree we'll call him James?" Harry's face broke into a grin.

"Yeah, okay," he said and Ginny yelped in delight and kissed him fast on his mouth, cheekbone, collarbone, nose and again on the mouth.

"You are the best," she said. Harry grinned.

"Yes, I know," he said and Ginny smacked him playfully on the arm.