A/N: ...would you believe me if I said life was too utterly crazy to update the past two weeks? Ugh, I'm sorry. I got this sudden plot for an original story floating around in my head, and I kept forgetting about Redhead and Scarhead. But I'm back now! And I do hope you like this chapter-entitled, 'When I Fall in Love'. Oh, and also, a quick shoutout to hplyrics-one of my lovely reviewers-ya'll should go look at some of her stories, they're quite good. :)
When I fall in love...it will be forever.
"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Potter-you're now parents of a healthy baby boy."
Ginny smiles tiredly up at Harry at this, her fingers still entwined with his as she murmurs, "We did it, Harry. Our baby."
He lets out a strangled laugh and kisses her forehead, "You mean you did it. Gin, you were brilliant-"
But then the baby starts crying, and suddenly a squirming red body is put into his arms, and he comes to the realization that he can no longer speak.
He has a tuft of black hair already on his head, with her his screwed firmly shut as he cries and cries in his father's arms, refusing to be consoled. He was red, and his face was all slimey and wrinkly, that was true, but Harry doubted anything had ever looked quite so wonderful in all of his life.
"Isn't he beautiful?" Ginny whispers in a choked voice, her brown eyes shining with tears as she gazes at their new son.
Harry doesn't-cannot-respond, but manages to kiss his newborn's head just as he had kissed his wife's only moments before, hoping that it could convey the amount of love and devotion he now feels for this bundle in his arms.