Ok, so here's the new chapter. I know it's quick but I just felt like writing so here it is.

I think this is one of the largest chapters I ever wrote… or maybe not. Don't know actually.

Anyway, thanks for the reviews every one.

January

Harry entered the house and placed a briefcase holding some rapport she would work on that evening in a corner of the hallway as he removed his shoes and walked to the kitchen.

Ginny, Teddy and Molly both greeted him as he entered it.

Every moment, Harry could become a father so he never worked a minute longer than he had to these days and when he wasn't home Molly would stay at their home watching Ginny.

He just didn't want to leave Ginny alone with a three year-old now and he was sure that that was nothing more than logical.

"So, I guess I'm on my way home now. Please watch her Harry; she is not the kind of woman that's able to be still even though she's carrying a belly the size of a full-grown pumpkin. She even tried to clean the house today."

Harry smiled and said her goodbye; as soon as Molly left he kissed her.

"Ow, save it Potter. Why did you have to let 'her' watch me? And why isn't he born yet? He was supposed to come out yesterday!"

Harry went to sit down, he was getting used to her outbursts of anger that had started at the beginning of her sixth month when she wasn't able to move the way she was used to.

She had to sleep on her back now as well which was something she wasn't really used and so she didn't get as much sleep as she wanted to.

The combination of those two could really upset her sometimes.

"Baby's can come later, we should be lucky that he's late rather than early. He can decide to be born every moment of the day now and that's why I have your mother here. To keep an eye on you in case that moment comes when I'm at work. She's the only one available to do that all the time and yes, I know that you can send me an owl or a patronus but by the time that owl reaches me and I've come here to bring you to the hospital the baby might be there already and I don't know if you would be that good at performing a patronus-charm when you have contractions."

Ginny didn't say anything at first, she just gave served dinner first and than went to sit down beside him.

"Sure, you can talk easily. It's all fun for you isn't? How come fathers never have any downsides to this whole thing?"

She had asked him this questions already for many times and the first time Harry had been so 'clever' to answer that they still had to put up with their wife getting hysterical for no good reason or them having to get out of bed in the middle of the night to get them some food. He once even had to go to a night-shop in order to buy her some ice-cream.

Her reaction made him think twice before he ever answered one of her questions again.

In fact he even learned not to answer them at all since there was no right answer for them when she was in this kind of mood.

Luckily for him Arthur, Bill and George were happy enough to give him advice on how to deal with this.

"You just need to show them that you care and understand. Never, ever tell them that they're wrong." George had said.

"I was so smart once to tell Fleur that she had to calm down. Two whole weeks on the sofa downstairs."

"Yeah, but you guys are still lucky. Trust me Harry if Ginny takes even the slightest bit after her mother on this one you're in for a whole lot of trouble."

Luckily for Harry, Ginny did not take after her mother on this matter and he could just follow George's and Bill's advice.

"Look honey, I know this isn't comfortable for you, I know that. I can't even begin to imagine but trust me. It will be all over soon. In less than a week you will be holding little James or little Lily in your arms."

Ginny nodded and Harry got up to clean the table and do the dishes.

At eight o'clock he brought Teddy upstairs and looked as the little one proudly showed that he could climb in the bed all by himself.

Harry handed him his old teddy-bear and a stuffed wolf he had given him last Christmas.

He had seen it in a muggle-toy-store on his way to work and thought it was the perfect gift.

After that he read the story of a young witch and a handsome muggle-prince the little guy closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Harry looked at him for a little while before he got up and softly closed the door.

When he walked into the hallway he took his briefcase out of the corner and entered the living room where Ginny was busy knitting green baby-socks.

He went to sit down at the table grabbing one of the rapports out of it and started to read it.

"So how was work today?"

"Chaos, like every day. I'm thinking on making some huge changes there once things here slowed down a bit."

Ginny just nodded and continued to knit.

A few minutes later she laid the socks aside and her hand went to her belly.

"Ginny? What's wrong?"

"I don't know. I think I ate something bad or so, I've been having cramps all evening."

Harry got up as fast as he could and he looked at her.

"And you just forgot to mention them? Those could be contractions."

He took his wand and send a patronus to Ginny's colleague that sometimes baby-sits on Teddy.

After that he went upstairs and took her bag out of the baby room, he was just coming downstairs when Gwen was already there.

"Hey Gwen, thank god you could get here so fast."

"I was just going home so it wasn't that hard to apparate here instead of my place."

Ginny entered the hallway as well and Harry took her hand.

"Anyway, I'm sorry we have to leave in such a rush but…"

"Don't worry. I understand. Good luck and send me an owl when the baby's there."

Ginny walked to the car but Harry returned in his steps.

"Hang on a second. There's a list with people on the fridge. Would you like to inform them? If it isn't to much trouble."

Gwen smiled. "Not at all."

One of the benefits of the late hour was the fact that there wasn't too much traffic; one of the downsides was the fact that there were alcohol controls.

"Good evening sir, did you had anything to drink this night?"

"Not really, I'm on my way to the hospital. My wife's having a baby."

He just hoped that the man wouldn't ask for his drivers license but luckily for him he didn't.

Sure, he could confund him but that would be completely unnecessary.

"Ok, sir, you can go."

Harry drove of and arrived at the hospital. One hour later Ginny was ready to push, Harry who had offered her his hand started to regret it and he was sure that he already broke two finger-bones.

Suddenly the two of them heard a baby cry and not just any baby, their baby.

"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Potter it's a boy."

The healer handed their son to Ginny who looked at him.

"That's our son." Ginny said softly against Harry who kissed her cheek without taking her eyes of his son.

"Yeah, that's our James."

He really couldn't believe this, the little baby Ginny was holding in her arms was theirs, a port of him and a part of her.

Something the two of them made together.

The little James still had his eyes closed; he had black hair and definitely his mother's nose.

"He's perfect isn't he?" Ginny nodded and smiled looking at her son.

She never could've guessed that something like tiny fingers could touch her so much.

She loved this little guy so, so much.

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Molly stood up immediately when Harry entered the room holding his son in his arms.

"It's a boy." He said softly, still not believing it himself. "We've named him James Sirius Potter."

Everyone gathered around to take a look at the little baby.

"Ow, 'e eez just so adorrable." Fleur said.

Harry's eyes met Hermione's who smiled. "Ow Harry, congratulations. I know how much this means to you." Ron nodded as well and at that point the three friends understood each other perfectly.

They were there when it had seemed like a future for him was almost impossible, let alone that he would ever hold his son in his arms.

"Ron, you want to hold your godson." Ron nodded and smiled.

"Guess that's the first child of a Weasley that doesn't have red hair in three generations."

"Yeah, but admit, black hair's cuter." Harry said laughing.

For the rest of the night Harry didn't sleep, he just looked at his new-born son and he knew that his parent's were proud of him.

No matter where they were.

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I know that the whole Sirius as a middle name-thing is already used by a lot of authors but I just liked it so…