James.
James Harold Potter.
It sounded like a good name for the little toddler who was running around her feet, happily babbling in baby talk.
Maybe that was because it was his name.
"Ga blah Mama!" He squealed. She picked him up and twirled him around.
"And how are you, little Jamesy?" She cooed, tickling him.
"Good, Mama!" the two year old chorused.
"That's great, sweetheart," his mother smiled, "Daddy will be home soon,"
"Daddy love me. Daddy love Mama too," James giggled. She nodded.
"Certainly, honey," She patted his cheek.
"Nighty Night," James yawned.
"Daddy wants you to be awake when he gets home," She told her son. James nodded.
"Daddy love me but me go nighty – night," James explained, "But daddy still love me!"
"But Daddy will be sad," She tried to reason. James frowned.
"Me don't want Daddy sad," He told her. She smiled.
"I thought so," She said, kissing him and laying him down on the red velvet couch. James waved his arms and legs in the air, laughing. The doorbell rang.
"I better get that," She told her son, walking to the door with her glasses perched at the end of her nose.
"Daddy home!" James squealed, clapping his hands wildly. He sat up, eagerly anticipating the arrival of his father in the lounge room.
"James?" called an excited and deep voice. James toddled off the couch towards his father.
"Daddy!" He called back, hugging his father's knees. Sonja watched as father and son reunited after another long day, not knowing how'd she'd ever survive without her charming husband and her cute son.