Of course, Ron had grown more kindly towards the idea of Harry and Ginny having kids over the next 9 months, and now he sat in the Burrow's sitting room, while Molly delivered Ron's niece or nephew. Of course, all would have preferred the baby to be born at St Mungo's, but the events leading to Ginny going into labour preventing this from happening. Ron grinned with suppressed laughter as he recalled what had occurred mere hours ago.

Flashback

"You know, I wish you'd treat me like this more often," smiled Ginny, as she lifted the glass of wine to her lips.

"Well, it's not everyday that I have an entire evening off Auror duty. And no," said Harry, slapping the wine away from his wife's hand, "no wine until the baby's born, Gin, you know that." Ginny scowled playfully, and curled up against Harry in their comfortable position on the couch.

"Then why do you get to drink?" she said miserably.

"One of the advantages of being a man, I suppose. I can stop if you prefer, though," he replied calmly, kissing his very-pregnant wife on her red-haired head. They say in silence for a moment, watching Ginny's large, pregnant belly rise and fall as she breathed. Harry placed a hand on her stomach, and beamed with pride.

"It has to be a boy. Feel that kick? Keeper abilities, for sure." Ginny turned to face her husband, her eyebrows raised.

"And you think that if our child has Keeping abilities, it has to be a boy? Can girls not play Quidditch, Harry?" Harry swore, realising his mistake. Ginny laughed.

"It's alright. Besides, it could be a girl. Mother's intuition. Alright, I'll bet you 20 galleons that it's a girl. If it's a boy, you get the 20 galleons." Harry grinned, his own eyebrows raised this time.

"You want to bet on the sex of our child?" he asked, and Ginny shrugged, as if to say 'Why not?'. Harry felt Ginny jerk suddenly, and she sat up. She paused for a moment, then turned to face him again.

"I think we're about to find out." Harry froze.

"What do you mean?"

"Harry, our baby's on it's way." Harry immediately got to his feet, and began to pace, babbling non-stop. He sounded like Hermione after too much caffeine.

"Are you sure? Of course you're sure, how could you not be! Should we take the quickest route to St Mungo's, or should we apparate there? Do we have the bag, and the keys? She we tell your parents? What about Ron and Hermione!" Harry stopped talking as Ginny put a finger to his lips.

"Harry, honey, you're babbling. We've been through this, remember? I have the bag, and the keys. We're going to apparate there, and contact my family when we reach the hospital." Harry nodded numbly, while Ginny, who was unnaturally calm, took his hand in one of her own, and a large travel bag in the other, and led him out the door. They were only half way down the garden path when Harry fell to the ground in a dead faint. Ginny doubled over in pain, and, seeing her husband unconscious on the floor, let out a cry of impatience.

"For heavens sake, Harry! You're supposed to be the calm one in this situation! You can defeat Lord Voldemort, but you can't handle your wife in labour! Renevate," she pointed her wand at Harry's face, and his eyes fluttered open. He sat up and grinned sheepishly.

"Sorry Gin, I'm fine now. Let's get you to St Mungo's. Actually," he said, as Ginny's face contorted in pain, "we have no time for that. Lets just get you to your parent's place, lets just hope Molly's home." Harry, finally taking charge, grabbed Ginny's arm and disapparated.

End Flashback

Ron chuckled. He remembered the following incidents in perfect detail. Harry had arrived at the Burrow, half carrying Ginny, and was immediately ordered by Molly to get Ginny into the kitchen. Ron himself, as well as Arthur and Percy, who happened to be there at the time, had been ordered out of the kitchen, but Hermione stayed inside with Molly and Harry, to help in any way she could. Arthur and Percy had gone to wait upstairs in Ron's room, but Ron had decided to stay in the sitting room, staring at the closed door. He wanted to be the first to know when the baby was born, which was fair enough. It was his niece or nephew, after all. Ron heard Ginny give an anguished cry, and then a delighted laugh. Ron sat up in his seat, a wide smile on his face.

"Dad? Perce? I think you'd better get down here!"

A/N Well here's chapter 2. Hope you enjoyed it: ) I do have another chapter ready to be typed and posted, but I'll only do it if reviewers want me to. Please let me know what you think.

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