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 is a little over an inch or so long and weighs less than a quarter of an ounce; your baby has now completed the most critical portion of his development. It's swallowing fluid and kicking up a storm. Vital organs — including his kidneys, intestines, brain, and liver (now making red blood cells in place of the disappearing yolk sac) — are in place and starting to function, though they'll continue to develop throughout your pregnancy. Also tiny nails forming on fingers and toes (no more webbing) and peach-fuzz hair beginning to grow on tender skin.

Chapter 5

Week 10

Since I've been pregnant, I have had more time to contemplate what I've been doing with James, what I have done with Teddy, and what I will do with #2. Since it's to soon still to tell what its gender is, and Harry and I can't decide if we want to know the sex, that's baby's name; #2. This is just one of the many things Harry and I haven't decided to agree on yet…I'm not getting my way right now and he's going to regret it.

So with this new baby, I have decided that with two boys who are consistently getting older and more active, and a new baby on the way, I should know more about Healing. I have read my "Healing for Dummies" front to cover 3 times, but I still don't feel like I know enough to handle my children.

So I have decided to take night classes to become a Trainee Healer. It's the equivalent to a muggle nurse. Just so I can be more prepared, have a license and try a new career after my children are born. I honestly think this baby will be my last. Once again, another thing Harry and I are arguing about.

He grew up as an only child with a horrible cousin. I grew up with six… not 3 or 5, but 6 older brothers. And although I loved them…the house was always crowded. We already have Teddy and James. With this new baby makes 3. I'm done. This is way too hard to handle.

Then Harry always comes back with "You haven't had the baby yet, how do you know that we can't handle it?" And that ends the discussion…I'll tell you how Mr. Potter, you shove a basket ball out of your ass then talk to me about being able to handle it.

So this afternoon, I am heading down to Mungo's School of Healing, and signing up for night classes. I had Hermione get me a brochure and it will only take 12 weeks to complete basic training, which is all I really need for now. When I am ready to work again, and feel if I need more, I will go back to school.

The problem, its five nights a week from 8-11pm, and I need to be up and taking care of our son. There isn't a problem as to who will be home, just an issuer of who will be awake and sane to care for him.

I have not discussed this with Harry yet, and will attempt to this evening. It seems as if I am walking on thin ice right now. I feel like everything is getting out of control, and I'm loosing it. My mother says it's the hormones, but I don't think so.

Later that day

I didn't realize how much paper work went into signing up for school was. They wanted to know all of my marks from Hogwarts, and what activities I did. What other schooling I had, and work experience. They wanted to know how much I made annually, my marital status, and if I had children. These questions were just over complicating. What do I put? Yes, to children, but how many? 1? 2? 3? If I say 3, then you add in Harry, that makes 4.

So I asked the witch at the counter, and she said currently living at home. So I smiled then went back to my seat where James was chewing on arm. Then I yelled at him to stop and made him cry; wonderful, a screaming toddler to handle.

Then I thought about the situation more. Teddy lives with us half the week, and the other half with his grandmother. So, that got confusing. Then I thought and realized that technically I am not related to Teddy. Just have partial custody; one of his three legal guardians. We call each other aunt and nephew. So I ended up putting one child and feel that when I have baby #2, I will change if they ask.

I handed her the paper work, and she gave me a book, and list of items. I start in 2 weeks. I thanked her and grabbed James and floo home, feeling guilty about making this big and time consuming decision with out Harry. So I have to give in and make one of his favorite dinners…

Unfortunately for me, Harry's favorite dinner, is onion soup and garlic bread. Both onion and garlic make me sick to my stomach right now. Oh well, I must suffer through it.

To start dinner I must find a pot. James has made almost all of them disappear and they are nowhere to be found. He is in the cabinet, smiling at me. I close the door, and start to look. "Accio pans" I said finally giving up. Then twelve pans flew at my face. I covered, and ducked. They hit the fridge with a clash. James popped his head out and said.

"Uh oh" then closed the door.

By the time Harry arrived home, I could tell that it wasn't a good day.

"Lola then messed up my two meetings, making me miss both of them. Lucky I have Ron to fix what my secretary is supposed to do." Harry ranted at the table with a glass of firewisky. James was in his lap.

"I'm sorry, dear." I gagged as I put some soup in his bowl.

"Ginny…what are you doing? Why did you make this, you know it makes you sick…" He got up and took the bowl form me. He looked at the soup and then back to me; then to the bread and back at me. "What did you do?" He asked as if I was a child.

"Nothing. Can't I make my husband his favorite dinner when he gets home from work?"

"Sure you can, but you wouldn't dare while you were pregnant…Who are you and what did you do with my wife?" He smiled at me.

I put James in his highchair. "Well, we need to talk."

"Oh Gin, I was kidding…" he pouted at me, taking a bite of his bread.

"Well I wasn't. I did something big today." I sat down with some cereal instead.

"What kind of big. Like you rearranged our bedroom big or you killed all humanity big."

"Both." I joked. He didn't think it was funny.

"Ginny, tell me."

"I signed up for Healers training today. I start in two weeks." I then turned my attention to James who was picking out the onions in his soup.

"You did what?" He asked looking upset.

"I know, but this is something I want to do! Don't you want me to be happy with my life?"

"Of course I do Ginny, but you can't handle it right now! I… we can't handle it right now! I'm working all the time, you're here with James. You are tired…Ginny it's not a good idea."

Harry and I have never argued this much. Ever. And what's worse is that they aren't over at the end of the night. When we got engaged, we promised we wouldn't go to bed mad at each other, but lately we have. There is just no middle ground/half way point right now.

"I don't know who you are and why you think you can tell me what I can and can not handle! But it's going to stop now!" I took a deep breath as my voice started to rise. We are trying not to yell in front of James. "I am still and independent woman who can make my own choices Harry. Just because I became your wife doesn't mean I have to stop being myself, and play housewife for ever! You can't keep me in this role forever!" I knocked over my cereal, looked at Harry's shocked expression, hear James say "Uh oh" and went into my bedroom and locked the door. I'm not going to let Harry in tonight…

After an hour or so, I realized that knocking over my bowl was very child like and bad influence for James. I haven't acted like a child since I found out about James. I then rethought what I said and saw how maybe that hurt Harry's feelings. I know Harry never meant for me to be a housewife fulltime. I chose to stay home after James was born, and if I really wanted to, I know Harry and I would have worked it so I could back to the team. But still, I shouldn't have to be told what I can and cannot handle.

So I then spent my evening rubbing my tummy, and reading. I would stop occasionally to hear Harry attempt to get James to take a bath…Good luck there Harry. He doesn't know the routine, and if you don't follow it exactly, baths will not be taken.

So many things are on my mind right now, that I have read the same line four times yet don't understand it at all. I can't stop thinking if Harry was right and Healer's training isn't what we can handle. Maybe we do need more children…I hear a thud and James starts to cry. Startled, I jumped up, dropping "How Wizard Children can Make or Break Your Marriage" and watched it fall to the floor, losing my place. I frowned and decided that I should go see whats wrong.

I open the door to see James being picked up with Harry running to the kitchen. He's screaming with his hand in his mouth and tears are streaming down his face.
"What happed?!" I asked grabbing James from Harry, who instantly stopped and laid his head on my shoulder.

"He kept trying to escape the bath room, and I wasn't watching when I tried to close the door, and smashed his fingers." Harry was putting ice from the freezer into a baggie.

"Harry! No you have to use Boo-Boo Bear." I put the ice in the sink and get out James' bear, and carry him to my bed room.

"Harry if you don't get out his bath toys down here and let him start playing with them first, he will not get into the tub. If you were around more, you would know that." I know it was cold, but I just can't seem to rely on him with James sometimes. He was fine with Teddy…

I brought James into my room and let him lay with me on the bed. He sucked his hurt thumb, holding the bear in that hand against his face.

"Are you okay?" I asked picking up my book.

"No, I hurt." He huffed at me.

I joined him on the bed and kissed his forehead and nose. "I'm sorry; Daddy doesn't know how to give you a bath. I will teach him this week."

"No Daddy…you Mama." He frowned.

I laugh and tickle him to make him smile. He sighs and turns over. I can't help but grin. I rub his back until he falls asleep, ignoring Harry's knocks on the door. He can sleep on the couch tonight. James is in here with me.

I finally open the book, and was amazed at the irony of the first line on the page. 'in order to make your marriage work around your child, you must compromise even if it means giving up on your end…' damn it. Now I have to believe giving up is right. That means Harry is right all along, and should sleep in here with me.
I look at sleeping James again…Nah, we can talk in the morning. I turn of my light and cuddle with my son, wondering how mad harry will be in the morning…

The next morning…or five hours later, James is poking my face. "Mama." Poke. "MAMA!" poke-poke.

"Hm?" I say opening one eye to him smiling at me. Phew he needs a diaper change.

"My belly is empty." He pints to his chest.

"No, this is your belly." I tickle his stomach.

I then hear tapping on the door. I roll my eyes, pick up James and open it.

"Thank you." Harry said in a small voice and went in.

I walked out and put James in his high chair.

When Harry came out twenty minutes later, I said, "Sorry."

He said. "I'm sorry too." He kissed me, letting it linger, and went to work.

I know this didn't accomplish anything, but this means that tonight, we will compromise…and that I can do.

The entire day, I got notes from Harry. Most of them saying he loves me and that he will be home early today. He wants to take me out and leave James with my mother.

I thought about it and decided, what could hurt? He said he already asked my mother to watch him and that all was good. Just get 'dolled' up. What a horrible word from the 1940's. But I smiled at his poor attempt at humor.

…Later that night…

"So, how was your day?" He asked. We were in a muggle Italian restraint outside of Liverpool.

"Great. James rode Teddy's toy broom and fell, thankfully on the couch. I wish it would stop raining, our house is to small to fly in." I added cheese to my pasta.

"Well…" Harry started off into his day, but suddenly, I didn't have an intrest into what he was saying. I have tend to do this a lot latley, especially when Hermione gets going. I nod along.

"Harry" I interrupt. "Please let me do this healer training." I don't look at him.

"I-Ginny. Where did this come from? I was talking about a mission and you-"

"Please? Answer the question." Now I look up.

Harry sighed and put his fork down. He grabbed my hand and kissed my nuckels. "Ginny I love you so much, that I know what kind of stress you are under. So I thought that maybe you should wait a while to start training…It takes a lot out of you-Let me finish! But I can see you need some time to your self, after taking care of our family. So I will support you with this because I love you. Under two conditions." He smiled as I smiled.

"Anything, go!" I said back. Thank you Merlin; now I can pay attention to what he says!

"One, You have to take care of your self and ask for help when you need it…no proud crap. And two, promise me one more child after this on…Not right away! Just let me know we will try for a third…" He stroked my face.

Damn him he is good. I sat there and thought for a while. Then realized that this 3rd baby isn't going to be for a long while. I mean baby 2 is still in me! All he wants is to try in the future.

"Okay, I promise." I lean across the table, "Only if we can figure out the sex!" I smile in triumph as I seal our promise with a kiss

"Shit!" Harry says.