Hey! Thanks for the reviews so far, I like the idea of naming him after one of the brothers but that may get a little confusing in the context of this story. Mydracomalfoy and I seem to have the same idea, so, the name shall be…

When Ron came to, he was lying on a clean white bed with a crowd of people hovering above him. He started to sit up and the surrounding people began to laugh at him. On closer inspection, he realised that the crowd consisted of his entire family and his in-laws. He huffed with humiliation and turned to his side. Percy was sitting on the chair beside the bed, cradling a now sleeping baby in his arms.

"I thought you might need the bed more than me." He explained, smiling warmly at his brother, breaking it to yawn widely.

"No no no no!" Ron yelled, still flustered with embarrassment. "You should be in bed not me!" He leapt from the bed and started to tug gently at his brother's arm.

"Ron!" Percy protested with a laugh. "Honestly I'm fine here."

Just then, Oliver re-entered the room having left to get a drink for his husband, and also for Ron. He handed the drinks to the respective owners before he was suddenly jumped on from behind by one of his little sisters.

"OLI!"

As the other two Scottish girls ran into the room, Oliver wrestled with the girl on his back and pinned her down on the floor, tickling the life out of her. (AN: Wouldn't you like to be there instead of her?) Oliver yet out a yelp when his father, Andrew, grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and hoisted him off his sister into a bear hug.

"Congratulations son!" He cried, tears streaming down a face that hadn't felt the warm wet flow since Oliver himself was born.

"Dad."

"Oh son we're so proud!"

"Dad."

"Our first grand-child!"

"Dad!"

"Um, Daddy, I don't think he can breathe."

Thanks to his sister's intervention, Oliver was released from his Father's death grip with a yelp of realisation from the elder man. She was right, Oliver proceeded to gasp violently, drinking in the surrounding air. His face had turned an unhealthy shade of blue and his eyes seemed to bulge slightly. He turned to the rest of the group and began to rub his neck to try and ease the pain.

"No-one can have ANY idea how much that hurt!" Oliver yelled with a raspy, yet even more Scottish than usual, voice.

The room went silent and the air grew dense as he received knife infested glares from Oliver's mother, Sarah, Molly and Percy.

There was a breathless pause.

"You're an ass Oliver."

Oliver turned to face Percy and let an adorable pout form on his lips.

"What?"

Percy sighed and shook his head. Just then, a friendly looking nurse entered the room with a few bottles of milk clutched in her hands.

"Would you all please leave, it's time for… have you got a name yet?"

Everyone looked around with questioning on their faces.

"Yes we do."

Everyone's gaze turned to Oliver. He walked up to where his husband was sitting and knelt down beside the chair. His eyes held Percy's for a long moment before he turned his head to smile down upon the sleeping boy.

"His name's James. James Ronald Wood."

Percy beamed at Oliver as he spoke those words but the moment was shattered when they heard a thud from behind Oliver. Ron was lying flat on the floor. He had fainted… again. The nurse let out a soft yelp of concern for the unconscious red head but the rest of the room simply laughed with pure amusement at Ron's predicament. Between them the twins hoisted their brother up and plopped him in a chair on the other side of the room and proceeded to slap him around the face in order to get him to wake up. Admittedly they were slapping a little harder than necessary but in all honesty, what more could you expect from Fred and George Weasley?

The nurse turned back to Percy and smiled as she spoke.

"Well, it's time for James to get fed and for Percy to have a little peace."

She placed the bottles on the small wooden bedside table and ushered the large group out of the room. Fred and George had let Ron fall to the floor and dragged him out of the room, each grasping one of his hands. As he was leaving, Oliver sent one last smile Percy's way that did not go un-noticed.

Once the room was empty, Percy climbed carefully back into the bed and allowed the nurse to explain the process of feeding James.

Outside the room, Ron was laying spread eagled on the floor and he was beginning to come round. His vision was blurry and he was seeing snitches.

"You okay, Ron?" Bill asked slowly in order for him to understand.

"Blueaghf."

"I'll take that as a 'yes'."

Within a split second Ron seemed to remember where he was and he struggled to his feet, ignoring the hands offered by his brothers.

"Oliver! Why did you call him James 'RONALD' Wood."

Ron's face was centimetres from Oliver's and his eyes burned with curiosity. Oliver chuckled nervously and took a step back from the almost rabid Weasley.

"Well, James because it's a cool name, Wood because funnily enough that's our name, and Ronald. Well, you mean a lot to Percy. I called him that because I know Percy will want you to be a part of his life forever, no matter where you are or who you are with."

There was a minute of silence as Ron searched Oliver's eyes for any hint of a lie. When he found his answer he burst into tears and threw himself at the man before him.

"Bloody hell! That's the best thing anyone's ever said to me!"

His outburst seemed to set off Molly and Sarah too and they clung to each other as if their lives depended on it.

Fred and George exchanged interested glances.

"Hey Ron, you'd better hope Harry isn't around. He'd kill Oliver if he knew you'd had your arms round him."

That last part is for all of the people who inquired to the Harry/Ron situation in the first part of Share My Love. Please review, thanks!