Sorry about the wait. I had the writer's block to end all writer's block. It was ridiculous. But I've scrambled this together, enjoy! :)
Ron pushed the door that lead to the back of the shop open with his hip, holding James tightly in one arm and a bag in the other.
"George?" He called, dumping the bag by the door. He could hear voices coming from the front of the shop as business started to pick up. Crouching down by the bag, he pulled out a small, black case. Giving it a quick tap with his wand, Ron watched as it unfolded and grew into a travel cot in front of him.
"Stay right there, Jamie," He told his nephew, lowering James into the cot. "I'll be back in a minute."
James sat with his thumb in his mouth, clutching Snuffles with his spare hand, watching Ron as he pushed through the curtain that led to the front of the shop.
"George," He said, moving behind the counter to where George was on the till.
"One minute," George said, ringing up some prices on the old fashioned contraption. He took the money given to him by the witch across the counter and handed back three sickles. "Have a nice day," He told her, before turning to Ron. "What's up?"
"I've got James here," Ron explained. "He's in the cot in the back. Do you mind?"
"Guess not," George said, filling the till up with change. "But you can't check on him all day, alright? Term starts again on Wednesday, all the Hogwarts' students will be coming in either today or tomorrow, we need all hands on deck."
"Right," Ron said, regretting the decision to bring James with him. "Maybe I should take him to Mums' – "
"Nonsense," George said, batting a hand in Ron's direction. "It'll be fine. Katie's working from home today, if things get really bad we can take her to him."
"If you're sure," Ron said. "I just feel like Mum constantly has a grandchild to take care off. I know she's got Victoire and Dominique today while Fleur takes Louis to the hospital. I just didn't want to bundle James on her as well."
"It's fine," George said reassuringly, cuffing Ron over the shoulder. "Besides, he'll be back home tonight, right? Have you heard from Gin?"
"Nothing," Ron murmured, turning to a waiting customer.
George shut the door behind the last group of excited school children who bustled out of the shop, brand new products clutched in their arms and plans of start-of-term pranks forming between them. He turned over the sign on the door with a sigh so that it read 'closed' and went into the back of the shop.
"Still no news?" He asked his brother, falling into a heavily cushioned arm chair.
Ron shook his head, waving a rattle in front of James' face in an attempt to entertain him. "Nothing."
"How long's it been now?" George asked, flicking his wand in the direction of the kettle, which began to boil.
"Well over twenty four hours," Ron said tiredly, watching as George began to make two cups of tea. "Well over thirty six. Nearer to forty eight now."
"Maybe we should stop round there," George suggested, pouring dashes of milk into the two mugs. "Check they're okay. Knowing Ginny, she won't have let Harry leave her side this entire time."
"That's true," Ron mused, taking the mug from George.
"Wouldn't hurt," George muttered, sipping at his tea.
The pair sat in silence for a moment, watching as James fought sleep, his eyes drifting shut and continuously snapping open. George drained his mug and set it aside, leaning back in the arm chair he was sitting on, stretching his legs out in front of him.
At that moment they heard a gush from the fireplace and watched, bewildered, as Harry fell out of it, a slightly giddy expression on his face. George watched as his brother-in-law stumbled into the room and promptly got out of his chair to allow Harry to sit down.
"Well?" Ron demanded, ignoring James' squeals of delight at his father's presence.
"She'd had the baby," Harry said tiredly. "About five minutes ago."
"About bloody time," George grumbled. "Boy or girl?"
"Boy," Harry beamed. "Albus Severus."
Ron spat out the remainder of his tea. "What?"
"You know why," Harry said darkly. "Let's leave it at that."
George looked between Harry and Ron, watching the unspoken exchange. Deciding not to comment or ask the meaning behind the name, he swiftly changed the topic. "How's Gin?"
"She's alright," Harry rubbed his eyes. "Tired as hell though. I checked with her, she says you could come and visit."
"Are you sure she's up to that?" Ron asked.
Harry nodded, wiping his glasses on his shirt. "She'll be fine. Although," He paused. "Can I ask a huge favour of you?"
Ron nodded, one eyebrow raised in question.
"Could you possibly look after James for one more night? If it's too much hassle with Hermione, I can take her to your mum's. It's just all his stuff is at yours and Ginny and I are both exhausted and what with Albus-"
"Of course we can," Ron said loudly, cutting off his best friend. "We'll look after him as long as you want, although he could do with a quick visit from you. It's been a nightmare trying to get him to sleep without you or Ginny there to tuck him in."
Harry bit his lip. "If you two come to ours now to see Gin, you can bring James with you and put him down in his room for a bit. Then, Ron maybe I could come to yours later to put James to bed."
"Fine," Ron said, standing up and stretching. He waited for Harry to lift James out of the cot and vanished it with his wand. He watched as George took James off Harry, having decided the latter was too tired to Floo whilst carrying a baby. Ron stood in silence as first George then Harry disappeared in a mass of green flames. He sighed as he moved into the fireplace himself and, in one shout of "Harry and Ginny's" he was gone.
Ron fell out of the fireplace later that evening, clutching James, to find Hermione lying on the sofa, her nose buried in a muggle novel.
"Where've you been?" She asked, checking her watch. Ron was home over an hour later than usual.
"I went to meet someone," Ron smiled, lightly shoving Hermione's legs so he could sit down next to her.
"Who?" Hermione asked, setting the book aside.
"My newest nephew."
Hermione sat bolt upright. "WHAT? When?"
Ron pushed her back onto the cushions. "Harry came to the shop just after we'd closed up for the day. Invited me and George to come and see."
"You could have come and got me," Hermione huffed, crossing her arms.
"That's what I'm doing now," Ron told her. "I've got to stay here with James, but you're off to go and see Harry and Ginny."
"I – I can't," Hermione shook her head. "They won't want me there, intruding on them."
"Nonsense," Ron said, standing up and pulling Hermione to her feet with his spare hand. "My Mum's there now, it'll be fine. When you come back, Harry will come with you so he can put James to sleep. It'll be easier that way."
"Really? Are you sure I won't be a problem?"
"They want to see you, love. Besides, we're looking after their son for another night, they owe us a favour. Go on, I'll see you soon." He gave her a light kiss on the cheek and motioned for her to step towards the fireplace.
"That'll be Hermione," Harry said to nobody in particular, as the box on the bedside table started to flash, signalling someone had flooed to the house.
He, Molly and Arthur were sitting around the bed where Ginny lay, taking it in turns to pass Albus around the group.
"Harry?" Hermione called from downstairs.
"Up here!" He shouted back.
Within moments, Hermione had joined them in the bedroom. She stood in the doorway, looking from Harry to Ginny. Both of them looked exhausted and in good need of a sleep.
"Maybe I should go," She said.
Harry raised his eyebrows and conjured up a chair. "Sit."
Hermione flashed Harry a small smile, sitting down next to him. They sat in silence for a moment, watching Albus in Molly's arms. Ginny had fallen into a light sleep, her body still propped up on a large amount of pillows and cushions.
Harry jerked a head towards Ginny, grinning at Hermione despite his tiredness. "That'll be you in a couple of months."
"Don't remind me," Hermione said darkly, winking at Harry assure him she was joking.
"Right then, Granger," Harry said, moving across to where his mother-in-law sat. "Your turn."
Molly rather reluctantly allowed Harry to take Albus from her. Taking care to support his son's head, Harry stood next to Hermione and handed Albus to her.
"Hi, Albus," Hermione whispered, holding her nephew tightly in her arms. "I'm your Aunty Hermione." She looked at Albus, who was searching her face. His eyes, were a foggy blue. There was no telling, as of yet, whether they would become warm and brown like Ginny's or sharp and green like Harry's. All Hermione knew, in that moment, was that the sight of a baby in her arms made her inexplicably emotional.
"You're very handsome," She told him, tickling the bottom of his foot with her finger. She was mortified to hear her voice crack as a tears began to fall.
Despite his tiredness, Harry crouched down next to his sister-in-law. He wrapped his arms around her shoulder and smiled at her, thumbing the tears from her cheeks. She gave a shaky laughing, ducking her head so he could kiss her cheek.
Later that night, Hermione stood in the door way to what had become James' room, watching as Harry put his son to bed. She heard Ron come up the stairs and smiled as he wrapped his arms around her swollen stomach, resting his chin on her shoulder.
James smiled as Harry placed him in the cot, wrapping the sheets around him and tucking Snuffles in next to him.
"Now, James," Harry said, holding his son's hand. "I want you to be a good boy for Uncle Ron and Aunty Hermione, okay? And then tomorrow night, you can come back home with Mummy and me. We've got someone we'd like you to meet." He stroked James' hair, watching as the young boy's eyes drifted shut.
"It's adorable," Hermione murmured to Ron.
"That'll be us soon," Ron smiled, kissing Hermione's neck. "Less than two months to go now."
"I can't wait," Hermione whispered, twisting her up to kiss her husband.