Harry sat in the rocking chair that stood beside his godson's bed, stroking the small boy's sandy hair. Despite wearing rainbow colours during the day, his hair always returned to its natural colour when he slept.
Teddy Lupin slept soundly, thumb in his mouth, bottom stuck up in the air as he curled up strangely. He'd always done that; ever since he was a baby.
Harry sat thinking, wondering what Remus and Tonks would have said to him now - would they be happy with how he looked after their son? No, were they happy? They were watching them, even now. Were they proud of Teddy? Of course they were, he was a fantastic boy, so bright and chirpy, so full of life, so clever, funny and relaxed, the perfect mix of his parents, right down to his mother's clumsiness.
Teddy stirred and rolled over, as Harry kept on stroking his hair.
Ginny turned to face Harry, and was surprised when he didn't immediately wrap his arms around her and pull her as close to him as he could. She opened her eyes and realised that he wasn't there.
It wasn't anything unusual; Teddy was staying the night, and Harry would sometimes go to him and sit by his bedside, watching him sleep, remembering Remus and Tonks.
Ginny slid slowly out of bed and padded towards the door. She walked softly, quietly, down the landing, coming to a stop outside the door to their godson's room. It was open, and she leaned herself wearily against the doorframe, watching Harry's ministrations.
"Are you alright love?" came Harry's quiet whisper.
"Yeah, but I'd be better if you were here holding me."
Harry laughed almost inaudibly. "Well, since this little man's well and truly fast off now. Give me a second and we'll go back to bed."
Ginny waited in the doorway for her husband to finish tucking Teddy in and kiss his head before walking to her, holding out his hand. She took it, and he wrapped his other arm around her, guiding her to their bedroom. When they reached the doorway, he lifted her easily into his arms and placed her gently on the bed, pulling the duvet up around her and sliding in behind her, instantly finding their favourite spoon position. He put his arm around her, hand resting on her belly.
He was going to make a wonderful father, she thought as she placed her hand on top of his and they began to stroke her very swollen, very pregnant stomach.