A/N: This was originally two very short chapters but I decided to be generous and make it one long one. Enjoy!

He had never been this nervous in his entire life. Not when he had auditioned for a spot on the Quidditch team, not during his first game, and certainly not when he had told Charlotte that he was in love with her. This was a whole new degree of nervousness. He felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest and his stomach was twisting its self into knots.

Was this how teen mothers felt when they told their parents about being pregnant? If so he felt sorry for them.

James thought he would be sick when he heard the door open and Albus and Lily ran upstairs, most people would have thought that his siblings were being tactful by giving him and his parents a chance to talk but James knew better, mainly because before they left Al muttered "You're screwed," to James.

So James was left alone with IT, listening to the sound of his parents make their way to the living room. Quickly he lowered IT back into the box. And IT regarded him with big hazel eyes, not crying, merely curious as to why IT was going back into the box. Ginny walked into the living room as James straightened up and moved in front of the box, blocking it from view. "Hey James," Ginny smiled at her eldest, "How was your day?"

James decided to ignore her question, "I got a package today," he stated nervously, he didn't know why he was starting the conversation out this way but he knew where it would end up.

"From who?" Harry asked, coming in and sitting on a reclining chair.

"Well," James shifted his weight from one foot to another and looked anywhere but at his parents. "From this girl I met at the World Cup."

"I didn't know you met a girl at the World cup," Ginny seemed a little miffed at not being clued in.

"Were not exactly friends. But we did…err…'hit it off.'"

"What did she want?" Harry asked, more at tune with his son's distress.

"She…err…had some news."

"What kind of "news" did she have?" Ginny asked wearily.

"Err…..It might be best if I just show you." James turned his back on them and awkwardly picked IT out of the box. IT gurgled happily at James, grateful to be out of the box.

He turned back to his parent's stunned faces. "Bloody Hell, James!" Ginny shouted, "How did you get that!"

"Well," James decided that he was already in a shit load of trouble; he might as well add 'smart ass' to that list too. "When a man and a woman have intercourse, a man's semen enters th-"

"Enough!" Ginny cut him off. "I meant why did you go and knock up some girl!"

"It wasn't intentional!" James shouted back, "It's not like I go around the world thinking 'who can I impregnate here?'"

"But you're nineteen!" Ginny yelled. "You shouldn't be in this situation in the first place!"

"Well, I am."

"It might not be yours, James," Harry suggested.

James sighed, "It is, Teddy came and he did this weird thing with our spit and it turned blue and the baby is mine!" Harry and Ginny looked at each other, both thinking that their son had gone bonkers.

There was silence for a long time and James's mind was racing, what were they going to do? He couldn't see his dad giving IT away to an orphanage. But what did James know about taking care of an ankle bitter?

"You know that you're going to have to take responsibility for this, don't you James?" Harry asked.

"I had a feeling," James groaned.

Ginny looked like she was in shock but, like most mums, she decided to take action to keep her mind from straying to the truth.

"Alright," She said. "Al, Lily, get down here!" She didn't have to raise her voice much because she knew that they were probably listening. They both came down at their mothers command, knowing that there would be hell to pay if they didn't. "Harry, you and Al are going to go to the attic and see if you can find any of the old baby stuff. Lily's bassinet should be up there, and James's crib. There should be a changing table too, and see what else you can find." Harry and Al nodded and headed up the stairs as quickly as possible.

"Lily, you are coming with me to get everything else we need. Diapers, clothes, baby lotion, bottles, formula, and anything else." Lily nodded also, not wanted to argue with her mum when she was in this state.

"What do I do?" James asked, switching IT to a more comfortable position.

"You," Ginny said, "Are going to stay here and get to know your baby!"

"'Get to know your baby,'" James mimicked after Ginny and Lily left. "What's there to know?" He sat down on the sofa and sat IT in front of him. "I guess I'll start by seeing if you're a boy or a girl." James knew that he was practically talking to himself but in his opinion he had a reason to be a little loony.

He undid the buttons on the bottom of IT's yellow outfit. But not without a fight, IT wiggled IT's little feet out of James's reach and giggled when he got frustrated, thinking that this was a game.

When James finally unbuttoned the bottom of the outfit he took a quick peek inside of IT's diaper. "So you're a girl," he stated, he felt like he had violated the little ankle bitters privacy and IT--she-giggled at his embarrassment as if to say, 'silly man, you made me, there's no reason to act that way.'

James realized that she had on a little yellow cap to match her outfit, "You must be burning up," he said, regarding the hat, "It's the middle of May!" James took off the hat to reveal a tuft of red hair. He groaned, "Oh, great, your going to look like the Charlotte look-a-like aren't you? Which would make you look like Charlotte too, shit like this could only happen to me." IT just looked up at him with his eyes. "So, you're a girl, you have hazel eyes, and," he grimaced, "red hair." If he had to be cursed with a baby at nineteen why couldn't it have been blond, he wasn't in love with any blonds!

"I suppose I can't call you IT forever, but what to name you?" He mused as IT just stared up at him. How about Joanne?" IT stuck its tongue out at him. "Abigail?" No response. "Helen? Stacie…Susan…Mindy?" Still no response. "I don't know many girl names! This would be easier if you were a boy. Darcie…Nicole…Sarah?" James went through about twenty minutes and who knows how many names before he came to, "Amber," IT smiled. James's face lit up. "Amber," he said again and she gurgled happily, "Finally," he sighed.

Harry and Al came down shortly after the naming of Amber. "Guess what," James commanded Harry happily.

"I imagined that my teenage son has a baby?" Harry guessed.

"No," James said while picking up Amber to reassure her Grandpa that she was real.

"Than what?" Al asked.

"We've bonded," James said proudly.

"Bonded?" Harry echoed.

"Yes, I found out that she's a girl, she has my eyes, and red hair and her name is Amber," James looked very proud of himself as he displayed all his knowledge about Amber.

"How do you know her name is Amber?" Harry asked. "Did that girl send a birth certificate with the baby?"

"Her name is Amber because I named her, and I haven't checked for a birth certificate," James admitted.

Al walked over to the box which was still sitting on the coffee table and shuffled through the blanket which had been laid hastily at the bottom. "There is one!" Al cried. "It looks like the girl left everything blank though." He handed it to James who made a mental note to fill it out later. "Do you think that if I gave Amber the middle name, Ginny, that mum would be a little less pissed at me?" James asked his dad.

Harry shrugged, "It couldn't hurt."

A/N: Surprisingly I had a difficult time figuring out names for James to go through and I ended up just using some of my friends names (and my own). And yes, I see Harry as the kind of dad who has a tv and a recliner, he saved the wizarding world, he deserves a recliner.

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