Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. I will never be as talented or successful as Rowling. None of these characters or places are mine, nor will they ever be. This is all JK Rowling and I just want to use her characters and finish what she has left off.

Your baby's heart will begin to beat this week! It's amazing how much is happening so quickly. It is now possible to differentiate between the head and the tail of your baby now. By the end of the week that folic acid will be paying off as the neural folds begin to fuse. Average length is 1.5 - 2.5 mm. a grain of rice.

Chapter 3

Week 5

Blankets and Toys

How am I feeling? My husband just asked.

Well, I am so unbelievably tired I can't even concentrate on anything. When I put James down for a nap, I sleep longer then he does! I am on the same sleeping schedule as my toddler. My boobs are unbelievably sore… the muggle book I am reading says to wear a 'sport' bra, so I will have to go into my attic and find all of my old sports stuff from quidditch and pull them out. I am cramping like in a period. This is new, I didn't have this with James, yet the book says that this is normal too. Not to mention I have a head ache twenty three house of the day.

I send Harry off to work as I get James more cereal. He is feeding him self, but I assume half of breakfast will end up on his face or the floor…I wish we had a dog.

Teddy will be here this afternoon. I make myself some eggs, and sit down next to James, yelling at him to quit throwing his food at the wall! What is with this child? I open the Daily Prophet that Piper, the owl we got as a wedding gift from Hagrid, brought and nothing new. Harry and Ron are on the cover again for a successfully mission of continuing to capture Death eaters who won't accept that Voldemort is gone.

It's a Monday, which means I will be alone because EVERYBODY has to work. I guess I could visit Mum, even though she is busy running a childcare service for my nieces and nephews. I start to read the sports section, but something catches my eye. I glance up and see James' cereal bowl on his head, dripping with milk. I realized in this moment that while I miss my quidditch job sometimes, I love my job of being a mother so much more.

I put down my fork, and remove the bowl off of James head. Then I carry him upstairs because he needs a bath.

"Ginny!" I jump up from my nap, where I was rocking my son, watching Thomas the Train. Hermione, upon her arrival startled James and making him cry. Damn it…

I cradle him to my chest. "What Hermione…" I was in a good sleep too…

"Look! Its official! I'm pregnant! I have proof here!" She shoves the sonogram in my face, and I watch the little heart inside the blob beat. "and I know you are supposed to wait until you are twelve weeks to tell anyone, but I told my office today and discussed maternity leave! Oh this is so exciting!" She claps her hands and jumps up and down, very unlike Hermione. I shake my head at her, smiling.

"So I thought I pop by during my break to tell you!" She plops on my couch. "What are you watching?"

"Thomas!" James smiled at Hermione.

I put James into the play pen, facing the telly. I know he hates it, but if I don't, he will wander everywhere levitating anything he can find.

"If you are not waiting the full 12 weeks to tell your office, when are you going to announce it to the rest of the family? You have to admit that you are starting to show a little 'Mione." I asked as I started grabbing the toys from mid-air above the playpen.

"We are almost 11 weeks." She frowned. "We told Molly last night, and we going to have dinner Friday at my house where we will announce our fantastic new then." She patted her bump.

I snorted. "I think most of the family knows. You look like you had too many pumpkin pasties…" Her lip quivers. Oops.

She composes herself and sighs. "I know, my jeans don't button anymore, see?"
She pulls up her robes and shows me that yes, her jeans are unbuttoned. I once again could sympathize with her.

"Yeah, so if you could just bring some yams or potato's Friday, that would be helpful." She winked. "So when are you telling the family?"

"Harry and I haven't discussed it, really. We haven't even been to the doctor yet, because I'm newly pregnant."

Hermione gasps. "Wait, so you are going to make pretend I don't know for another month! I want to openly share pregnancy symptoms with you!"

"And you can, Hermione!" I giggle at her. "We are going to be pregnant together for majority of you pregnancy. Just until its official, only mention my bun in the oven at my house." I smile.

"Alright, that's reasonable. So, not at my announcement dinner?" She squinted her eyes.

I roll mine back. "No, not at your dinner. Merlin, Hermione. I don't want to steal your thunder again." I laugh at her. She politely laughs but I know she is secretly thinking… "You better not; you were such a bitch to tell us your due date was a week away from my wedding…"

"Okay then, need to get back to work…" She nods and floo out of my fireplace.

I smile to myself and shake my head. Then I watch a toy train fly across the room and hit the drywall…I must now turn my anger towards my laughing son…

Friday Night

"So, we are going to 'Mione's tonight for a dinner party, so she can tell the family something most of us already know?" Harry said removing his work clothes.

I am having a hard time concentrating on the conversation. "Uh uh…" I peek out of our bedroom which leads into the TV room, and see James sleeping in his playpen.

I wonder if I could get some before we leave. Teddy is with Bill and Fleur; and my hormones just make everything Harry, or male, does turn me on…

"Can you believe it? Everyone knows" He started to remove his pants…I can't take it any more. "And we have to wait to tell them-"

"Yea…right..." I pushed Harry on the bed.

"Ginny what?" I placed myself between his legs.

"Ginny…" he moaned as I started kissing his neck… then he said something along the lines of "No" and "Not enough time" and "Late". He gave up and put his hands on my waist and slowly pulled off my t-shirt that had pumpkin juice all over it thanks to James. Harry smiled as he saw that I wasn't wearing a bra.

His hands moved from my waist to my breasts. He cupped one in his hand and slowly moved his lips over my nipple. I hurt yet soothed at the same time. This caused me to moan Harry pulled off his boxers and flipped us over so he could be on top.

He moved his lips to mine. I opened my mouth to allow him entrance and as soon as our tongues touched I felt Harry grow hard. I moaned into his mouth and ran my hands up and down his back. He slowly moved his mouth down my jaw line to my neck and trailed kisses down little bump of a stomach, past my belly button. He paused when he reached my panty line. I bucked my hips motioning him to go on.

He sat up and reached for the waistband of my panties. Slowly he pulled them from me dropped them on the floor. Suddenly all I could think about is that is another piece of laundry for me to do tomorrow… but snapped my attention back to Harry as he rubbed his hand across my pussy. He moved his hand in slow circles and when he heard me moan again he replaced his hand with his mouth. After several minutes, I came around him.

"Harry" I breathed, "Harry, please…"

He smiled wickedly and positioned himself at my entrance and thrusted into me. We moved together, and I buckled my hips with Harry's movement. After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure we both came and Harry collapsed on top of me.

Through heavy panting I whispered "Thank you, I love you. I really needed it."

And looking up into my eyes he whispered back "You're welcome. I love you to Ginny, and baby too…but now we need to shower and hurry to Hermione's…we are late."

Harry and I showered together, quickly, and dressed. I didn't know what to wear, obviously not a dress; because it wasn't that formal, but I surely couldn't wear jeans…I sighed and went with jeans… Hermione will be shitty, but I'll make for it with a nice shirt.

Then hear James crying as I was putting on mascara. "Harry? Can you get him?" I asked.

"I had a hard day at work…" he sighed after my death glare. "I mean, 'yes dear'." He left the room. I needed to pack a diaper bag.

Eventually we left the house. We are only late by ...an hour. I am a dead woman. I forgot on how taking a child with you takes longer than normal…Hermione is going to kill me…again.

We flooded to her house. We got there and everyone was sitting around the table, except for Hermione…

"Nice to see you are alive." She scoffed. "Where are the potatoes?" Shit. I knew I forgot something.

"They are in this bag." I lied as I glared at Harry. He then excused himself, and went back to get them. after passing James to me; who immediacy wanted down.

"Mama, big boy chair! No, not high chair!" he screamed at me, as I put him in. Everyone kept staring. My mother kept opening and closing her mouth like she wanted to say something. I am glad she didn't.

I ignored James, and strapped him in, handing him his sippy-cup.

"I'm sorry. Harry got home late and-"

"No he wasn't. He left ten minutes before I left." I suddenly have a strong dislike for Ron.

"No kids-" My dad interrupts.

"Just sit down please…" Hermione sighed.

My mum is trying to hide her excitement.

I rolled my eyes like I was sixteen again and sat down in the empty seat next to George and James.

"Like I was saying-" Hermione started again, only to be interrupted by Harry aparating back with the potatoes and places them on the table. "Bugger, I meant to aparate out side. Sorry mate."

"Here, Harry hand them to me." My mother gets up, and takes them from him.

"Daddy, Can we eat now? I'm hungry!" Vic complains.

"yea, Aunt Mione, you are taking forever!"

"Well, the reason we gathered you here is-" Hermione grabs Ron's arm.

"Crap. I didn't bring a spoon." I say. "Mum, Hermione keeps them in that drawer there-"

"You could have asked me." Audrey said stroking Lucy's hair. "I am closer."

"I'm sorry, Audrey. I didn't know you were up to helping the family." I said, to my sister in law.

"Hey, don't speak to my wife like that!" Percy sneered.

"Ginny!" My mother said.

"That wasn't called for" Harry whispered. I know, but I Audrey and I don't exactly see eye to eye with me and Mum...

Everyone started to break into conversation, ignoring the host and hostess.

"Ron and I are pregnant!" Hermione screamed! Eyes closed, fist clenched.

It went silent. "Oh, congratulations! This is such a surprise!" my mother jumps up to hug them.

Everyone snickers and claps and gives their 'fake' surprised congrats.

"You all knew…didn't you?" Ron asked. We all nodded. He smiles shakes his head and says "dig in" He grabs the roast beef.

"Ginny, Arry…" Fleur says after dinner as we are in the sitting room watching the kids play. We look at Fleur. She has a worried face. She looks up to Bill.

"My mozer is ill and I ave to go be with 'er."

"I'm so sorry to hear that. Is it serious?"

"I don't zink zo, but I want to be wit 'er"

"Of course." Harry said, stroking my back with his thump.

"I'm going with her, for support. So we were wondering if Victoire and Dominique would stay with you for a few days, while we are in France." Bill rubs her shoulders.

Oh...I look at Harry, and he shrugged.

"Sure, they are always welcome. Is Mum busy that weekend or...?" I love my nieces, and don't want to be a bitch, but having four kids in my house isn't something I've always dreamed about.

"Well, Mum and Dad will be in Romania with Charlie. If I ask, I know she will cancel her trip, and I can't do that to her."

"Do what to me honey?" My mother walked by, getting out pie she brought.

"Um, miss you trip to Romania." Bill said tapping his fingers.

"Yeah, Mum. Why didn't you tell me you were going?" I frowned, trying to divert the conversation away from Bill and Fleur leaving.

"Well, I have been talking about it all month. You would know this if you stopped my house more than once a week…"

I roll my eyes at Harry. "She's got a point." He whispers.

I turn back to Bill and Fleur, as my mother sets the pie on the table, and takes a piece to Hermione, who is in the sitting room.

"Anyways..."

"Sure. I'm not going on any more missions for a couple of weeks, of course they can stay. When do you leave?"

"first zing in the morning." I nod, and she hugs me. "Oh zankyou!"

That night, Harry I spent over an hour trying to get Teddy to calm down. He was to wound up about Victoire and Dominique staying for three days. He refused to go to bed. After Harry gave him a sleeping potion in his milk, with out Teddy knowing, he finally went to sleep. James wouldn't sleep either, so we stuck him in the play pen and watch him levitate more objects from it.

I hate company other than my mother and Hermione. That means we have to clean. I used to love cleaning house, and hated a dirty kitchen. I was very good at keeping our flat and eventually our house tidy for Harry and myself, and then we had a baby. Then it all went to hell, because frankly, I am to damn tired. I can't imagine what my house will look like with the new baby!

So Harry and I rushed around the house trying to clean it. It is fairly messy consisting of toys, dishes, toys, laundry, mail, toys, news papers, Harry's work crap, and did I mention toys? We need a bigger house…but then there will be more to clean.

We finally went to bed near two, after giving in and letting James sleep with us.

Two days later

"Look, all you gots to do is sit on it and go." Teddy demonstrated riding his toy broom for Victoire.

"I don't know Teddy, it looks dangerous…" She crossed her arms.

"Nuh uh, my Nanna lets me ride it all the time." He starts to fly around the room.

"Teddy! Too high! Come down!" I yelled as he got dangerously close to the ceiling fan.

"MINE!" James yelled hitting Dominique with his toy train. She cried and stuck her thumb in her mouth.

"No, James! Say you're sorry."

"No!"

"James!" I glared at him. "Sorry." He then took the train again from her; levitating it above her head.

"Share James, share!" she yelled back, her face going as red as her hair. I bet fleur hates that Dominique didn't get her blonde hair like Victoire.

I realized that I needed to make them lunch for the last time because tomorrow morning Bill will be here to pick up the girls. This is hard…four children. I wonder how my mom did it with seven. I will have three when this baby gets here. I'll always count Teddy, since we are raising him like our own, and we love him as such anyways.

"Hey love." Harry apparated into our home. "Thought that you could use some help with Lunch."

"Yes! Thank you. Help me make these sandwiches…"

"No problem." He kissed me, and I decided to let him handle it and went to take a nap.

…Later that night…

All four kids are asleep on the floor while watching a muggle movie. Teddy cuddled with Victiore, who had her arm around Dominique, and James? James had all the blankets and as many toys as he could in his arms…

I giggled silently to myself. My son doesn't share. I motion for Harry to come see, and glances, then grabs the camera. We take a couple of pictures, then I went to the closet and grabbed blankets and placed them over the other three children. Finally Harry and I locked up the house and went to bed, wondering what next week will bring.