The first few months of their renewed relationship were taken very slowly – a decision both on Ginny's and on Harry's part – and when they finally kissed again-for-the-first-time it had been more amazing than any kiss Ginny could remember. Two months to the day after that "first" kiss, Harry moved back into their home, and not long after he "proposed" that they renew their vows – a sort of starting over.

Ginny happily accepted.

Their re-wedding was beautiful – for Ginny it was much more so than their first one – and when Harry led her across the dance floor, she didn't even notice the fumbling of his steps.

And all of this, of course, led to today. They had enjoyed nearly two years of remarriage, and Ginny was humming happily to herself and making pancakes. Harry entered the kitchen, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, and running his hand lovingly over her stomach. "He'd better get here soon," he said with a smile, "I'm starting to get a bit anxious to meet the little guy."

Ginny smiled brilliantly, if a bit mischievously, at him. "Good!" she said cheerfully, setting his pancakes in front of him and sitting down herself. "'Cause I had my first contraction a moment ago."

He stared at her blankly for a moment. "Your first… contraction…" And then it hit him. "But- Then we- I mean- We should… we should go to the hospital. We should do something. I'll just-"

"It's really alright, Harry," she said soothingly, even as she laughed, "Remember what the mediwitch said?"

"Labour can last hours, and we don't need to rush there right away," he recited dutifully.

"And..?" she prompted.

"And you should just relax as much as you can until it's time to go."

"And pancakes," she said with a grin, "Are first on that list."

When it was finally time to go to the hospital, Harry's panic returned. He strode frantically from room to room, determined they were forgetting something crucial.

After forcing him to relax, Ginny calmly sent her Patronus to Hermione, whom they'd pre-agreed would inform the rest of the Weasleys, and took Harry's hand in hers.

"This is it," she whispered excitedly. "Our baby."

Harry smiled warmly at her and pressed a kiss to her temple. "I can't even believe it."

It was finally over. She was sure Harry's hand had nearly been squeezed off, and she shot him an apologetic look as they waited for the mediwitches and wizards to finish their diagnostic tests.

"Love you, Gin."

"Love you, too," she returned tiredly.

And then their beautiful baby boy was in her arms. His initial crying was over, and his eyes were shut peacefully. Tears slid gently down her cheeks, as she cradled him to her, Harry slipping a finger into his hand.

"Oh, Harry," she whispered, at a loss for words.

"I know."

"Hey, James," she said softly.

"We've been waiting for you a while mate," Harry added with a smile. "'Bout time you showed up."

Only a moment later a crowd of redheads (with a few exceptions) piled noisily into their room, and James opened his eyes, startled.

"Shh!" Molly hissed furiously. "You're all going to scare the poor thing!"

Ginny carefully passed James into Harry's arms. He looked like a natural, but she knew he'd been practicing. Goodness how she loved the man. "I'd like you all to meet James Sirius Potter," he announced to the room - a huge grin on his face – he was every bit the proud new father, and she was sure that she couldn't be happier than she was at this very moment.

Her mother let out a sob as everyone greeted the newest addition to the family.

Two and a half year old Victoire tugged gently at Harry's leg, and he crouched down for her to see. "Baby!" she exclaimed joyfully. There was an audible sniffle somewhere in the room.

Angelina was tearful, too, her hand cradling her growing stomach. George held her other hand in his as he looked down at the newborn. "You and Fred are gonna give Hogwarts hell for us, aren't you?" he cooed.

"George!" Molly reprimanded.

He just shrugged, a grin on his face. "Someone's gotta carry on the family legacy."

"Family legacy indeed," she muttered darkly under her breath.

Ginny smiled at the exchange. She herself had absolutely no objections. James was beautiful.Life was beautiful. And if my little boy lives up to his incredible name, she thought, easing contentedly back into her pillows, Well, that's hardly the worst that could happen.

A/N: So, the story is finished, thank you to everyone who favourited, and to those who put enough thought into my story to provide criticism! (My family and friends won't do this and it drives me nuts!)

This author's note once held explanations regarding my story, but justifying something I've written feels like a twisted compromise. I'm glad some of you liked it, I'm sorry some of you didn't, but I think I'm pretty happy with it overall, and it did what I meant for it to do.