A/N: I know that this chapter is really too short to be acceptable but I haven't had a lot of time to write this week so I did what I could with it. Also, a lot of you have been confused as to why Lily had on Slytherin robes in the last chapter and the reason is because I think she would be a Slytherin. Some people also asked where this left Al but I haven't gotten that far with developing my version of Albus to know what house I want him in. You may not agree with me in some of the ways I interpreted J.K's characters but I don't really care. Your reading this so you obviously don't mind that much.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter. Enjoy!

James was downstairs with Amber who was now almost five months old, James had to admit that she was a lot more fun now that she could do more than eat, sleep, and poop. She liked to babble off baby talk all the time, though none of it was anywhere near actual talk. She could recognize James as her main caregiver-or dad, though it was still hard for him to think of that word-and always smiled when she saw him. She liked to play with her hands and figure out how they worked and could blow raspberries. And best of all, she could laugh.

James thought that Amber had one of the cutest laughs he had ever heard and it was made even cuter by the way her chubby little face bunched together when she smiled and the way her hazel eyes shined.

He loved to make her laugh just so he could hear it, which was what he was doing now; Amber was laying on the couch as James tickled her belly and laughed with her. That was until Ginny came into the room. "Shouldn't you feed her now?" she asked her son.

"Aw," James complained. "Can't I feed her later, we're playing!"

"James," Ginny warned.

"Come on Amber," James sighed, picking up a still giggling Amber and taking her to the kitchen. "You Gran can't go half the day without ruining our fun."

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Actually Amber," she said, bending down so she was talking directly to Amber who was now in her highchair. "If it wasn't for your Gran you probably wouldn't be fed at all."

She walked out of the kitchen after that doing James didn't care what somewhere else in the house.

Amber had just recently started eating solids; Ginny hand stocked the cabinets with little jars of baby food. James chose one of those and a little plastic covered spoon and begin to feed Amber. He didn't particularly like feeding her this way and Ginny had to get on his case about it all the time. It was just so much easier to feed her from a bottle anywhere in the house then to always come to the kitchen and Ginny wouldn't let him move the highchair through the house.

The stuff in the jar looked rather nasty in James's opinion and he didn't understand how anyone could eat something that looked so unappetizing.

As Amber was making a mess out of what was currently in her mouth James ate a spoonful of her baby food. The stuff was as nasty as it looked and James had to get up to spit it out in the sink.

"Did you just taste that?" a voice asked from the kitchen door. James spun around to see Harry.

"Um…maybe," he admitted embarrassed.

Harry laughed, "I did that once when you started to eat solids," Harry confided.

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's not a mistake you make twice."

James rolled his eyes, "Thanks, as if I couldn't figure that one out on my own, dad."

"Daadaa," Amber said from her highchair.

Both Harry and James turned to look at her. "What?" James asked.

"Daadaa," she repeated.

"Did she just talk?" James asked Harry, not wanting to believe his ears.

Harry was beaming, "I think she did."

A smile, equally as big as Harry's, spread across James's face. "Say it again Amber," he encouraged.

Amber smiled in return, loving the attention, "daadaa." Both Harry and James let out a yell of excitement and congratulated her on her first word.

"What's going on?" Ginny and Albus had been brought into the kitchen by all the shouting.

"Amber just said her first word!" Both Harry and James yelled at the same time.

"Really?" Al asked, "Let's hear it, say it again Amber," he encouraged.

"Daadaa," she said. This time Albus joined in with Harry and James as they cheered.

"Technically she's just trying out her consents sounds, she's not actually talking," Ginny stated, making the three cheering men stop and stare at her.

"No, no," James scolded her. "This counts, she said dad and your technical shit isn't going to change that. Say it again, Amber, and prove your Gran wrong, come on."

"Daadaa."

Ginny sighed when the men started yelling again, she knew that they were probably three repeats of the word away from jumping up in down like little girls. "Fine James you win, she said dad."

James did a very unmanly squeal, picked Amber up from her highchair, and started dancing around with her, singing, "My baby can talk, my baby can talk, my baby can talk!"

Ginny rolled her eyes as the other two joined in with their own versions of the song. "You're going to spoil her James," Ginny said playfully.

"No I'm not," James called taking a break from the song but still dancing around the kitchen with giggling Amber, "you can't spoil a baby."

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