A high pitched wail reached the darkened bedroom. An exhausted Ginny woke up a little and turned to face her husband.
Harry opened his eyes to take in his wife's pale face. Stroking her bright fringe back from her face, he spoke huskily;
"I'll get him, love. Go back to sleep."
With a quick kiss on the lips, he slid out of the warm bed and exited the room to go and quieten their son, leaving Ginny alone in their large bed to sleep as much as she could.
Within moments he returned, James was quiet and had fallen back to sleep almost as soon as Harry had picked him up and lulled him a little in the rocking chair that inhabited the corner of the small child's bedroom.
Ginny lay curled on her side, duvet wrapped around her slender frame, and he took the opportunity to stop and look at her. She wasn't well, he decided. She had little energy, appeared pale and wan, and turned her nose up at anything anybody cooked for her.
He walked around the bed to his side, and gently, carefully deposited something small and warm on to it, then sliding under the covers himself. The small bundle had speedily wriggled over to Ginny and was currently burrowing into her, snuggling up. She reacted instinctively, wrapping her arms around it and holding it close. The small boy let out a muffled giggle, his hair tickling his mother under the chin.
She opened her eyes slowly, and they widened almost comically when she realised she was staring at her husband, her son in her arms.
"Mummy" James stated
"Hello Jemmy, darling. What are you doing in Mummy's bed?"
"Daddy"
Harry beamed at them, knowing his dreams had come true; he had a beautiful, happy family of his own.
"He wouldn't let me put him down in his cot; he wanted his Mummy." explained Harry, pulling himself closer to them and enfolding them in a hug, James in the middle.
"This is perfect" murmured Harry, kissing Ginny gently "you're both perfect. It's all I've ever wanted, right here, in my arms."
"Always" replied Ginny quietly. "Always, love. But can you think of anything that would make it more perfect?"
"No…" considered Harry. "I don't think so…"
"How about this," Ginny countered. "What if I said we're going to have another baby?"
"Gin, Ginny, that's wonderful! You're pregnant, oh Gin, I love you so much! I knew something was going on; you haven't been yourself lately, I've been getting quite worried about you, to be honest." Harry crushed his lips to hers, forcing James to emit a squawk. "Sorry baby…"
"There's no need to worry about me" Ginny smiled contentedly "I'm fine, better than fine. We're fine."
"And we always will be, together." Ginny nodded happily as she dropped off to sleep with James.
It would be a long time before Harry slept, as he lay gazing at his beautiful wife as she curled up in his arms, sleeping soundly, body wrapped protectively around her son and their unborn child.