Harry finally figures out why Ginny has been so tired lately. Can she handle those changes and her career with his help?
Music: Maybe This Christmas by Ron Sexsmith
was wrong. The bed was cold. Harry turned over to see if Ginny was alright, only to find her place empty. That would explain why the bed felt cold.
"Darlin, where are you?" Harry reached for his glasses. He could see light coming from under the bathroom door. "Gin, are you okay?"
"I'm okay," Ginny's voice was weak as it drifted from behind the closed door. "Just a little stomach upset. I'll be fine."
"Let me in, darlin," Harry knocked on the locked door. "You are not fine. You have been too tired lately and this the third time in the last week that you have had 'just a little stomach upset'. Talk to me."
Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the lock turn and the door swung open. "This is not fine. You are sitting in the bathroom floor, crying and looking green." Harry knelt beside her and ran a finger down her cheek. "Call in today and go to the doctor. I think I know what is going on. I'll call in and we will make the appointment together."
"I can't miss today. I have three interviews for the flowers of the season piece today. Getting Nev and the evergreen expert to reschedule will not be a problem but the poinsettia lady could only do her interview this afternoon." Ginny laid he head on Harry's chest. "She is supposed to be setting up the huge display in the Kings Cross station today and could only spare thirty minutes at one. I have to be there for that."
"I'll see if Nev can do the interview tomorrow. When is the other interview?" Harry rubbed her back and waited for her breathing to even out. "I'll call the doctor and see if they can get you in before lunch. That way you can still make your last interview."
"Why do you want me to go if we both know what this is?" Ginny gestured around the room. "There is nothing they are going to tell us that they haven't before."
"But, they can give you meds to help with the stomach upset, as you like to call it," Harry smiled as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Come on, you will feel better after you have laid down for a little longer. It is not the end of the world to need a nap."
"I guess I could sleep a little longer." Ginny followed Harry out of the bathroom and let him tuck her back into bed. "James will be up soon. Let me know if you need my help to find anything."
"We will do just fine while you sleep." Harry kissed her on the forehead. "I'm sure I can find the numbers I need in the notebook you keep in your carry all and James and I are going to have a grand time fixing Mum breakfast. Just rest."
Harry: Gin isn't feeling well
Neville: Do we need to do the interview another time
Harry: Can you?
Neville: Sure. Just tell her to come by when she is feeling better
Harry: It's just a little stomach upset. She should be better in a few days
Neville: No worries.
Harry: Thanks Nev
Harry looked around Kings Cross station. It hadn't changed much in the years since he had left for school from here.
"DDAAAAADDDDDAAAAAA" James' voice echoed through the vaulted ceilings where he was waiting for Ginny.
"Are you sure you are feeling up to this, darlin'?" Harry asked as he took his son from Ginny. "You still look tired."
"I'm fine. Take this little man for an adventure while I interview the poinsettia lady over there." Ginny kissed both her boys on the cheek and pulled her notebook from her carry all. "I'll be done in about thirty minutes. Meet me at the coffee shop by the main doors."
"As you wish, fearless reporter." Harry took James' hand and made him wave at his mother's back. "We are ever at your beck and call. So, little man, what are we getting into while mum works her magic?"
Harry spent the next half hour walking James' around the station and admiring the decorations that had already been set up. "So, what should we get Mum for Christmas? She has already bought an amazing present for me. You may not think it is so amazing, but I do. It's a secret right now. So don't tell."
"Don't tell what?" Ginny hugged her boys from behind. "What are you plotting with our son? I love secrets."
"Because you can never keep them," Harry laughed and handed James back to his mother. "How did your interview go? What amazing knowledge did you gain to make your feature absolutely amazing."
Ginny laughed as she hugged James to her chest. "I now know more than any human should about the proper care of poinsettias. I am also hungry. What is for dinner?"
"Flying Pies?" Harry asked. "It has been a while since we went there without the Club."
"Sounds like a plan." Ginny stepped toward the front doors of the station. "I hear Supreme Pizza calling my name."
Ginny: What's going on with you?
Hermione: I could ask the same thing of you
Ginny: I'm fine
Hermione: So am I
Ginny: You are so fine that you were wearing the biggest jumper I have ever seen Monday night
Hermione: You are one to talk. I have never seen anyone turn that shade of green at the smell of brisket unless they are
Ginny: Are you?
Hermione: PREGNANT
Ginny: PREGNANT
Hermione: Due in July
Ginny: Due in September
Hermione: You can't tell anyone
Ginny: Neither can you. I just had it confirmed today
Hermione: We are going to tell the family soon
Ginny: We are going to wait for a while longer
Hermione: This is going to be interesting
Ginny: I can't wait.