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.

This week, your baby weighs almost 2 pounds (like a head of cauliflower) and is about 14 1/2 inches long with legs extended. He's sleeping and waking at regular intervals, opening and closing her eyes, and even sucking her fingers. With more brain tissue developing, your baby's brain is very active now. While his lungs are still immature, they would be capable of functioning if he were to be born now. Any tiny rhythmic movements you may be feeling to a case of baby hiccups, which may be common from now on. Each episode usually lasts only a few moments, and they don't bother him, so just relax and enjoy the tickle.

Chapter 12

Week 27

Terrible Two's

"James if you don't sit still right now, I will put you in time out until you leave for Hogwarts!" I am chasing my two year old son, in his birthday suit, on his birthday. He decided that since he is two now, that he can get out of the tub and run downs stairs, with out permission; while his pregnant mummy, tries to catch him.

Harry is away, picking up Teddy and inviting Andromeda to the party, which is at Two o'clock this afternoon. I know its corny, but I love it.

"No! It's my birfday!" He learned this phrase quickly. All this week Mum and I have been teaching him what today means. As far as he is concerned he gets presents and gets to eat cake.

"You won't have a birthday, if you don't stop!" I decided to stop chasing him, as it was getting me no where, and waited for him to run around the circle of our house again, so I can just grab his arm. OH here he comes!

"Got you!" I laughed and picked him up. Picking him up is getting harder and harder.

"Mommy!" He whined.

"We need to get you dressed! You're a big boy now." He pouted, and walked him back up stairs.

"No! I don't want to!

"James, you can't be naked all day." I frown.

"Yes I can."

"Were here!" I heard Hermione yell from downstairs.

"Up here!" I yelled back. "Aunt Mione and Uncle Ron, and baby Rose are here, you want to see them right?"

"Yes! The Baby?"

"Your Cousin Rose is here."

"Mommy, I'm not a baby no more."

"Any more." I corrected.

"En-nee more. Becase I'm a big boy, now."

"You sure are, but you are not acting like one."

"Uh huh!" He crieds.

"How do big boys act?" I ask, staring back at my son.

"They listen to Mommy."

"And?"

"Get dressed."

"And are you doing those things for Mummy?" I frown back.

"No."

"So, then will you start acting like the big boy I know you are and put your shirt on?" I hold up his blue shirt, with Thomas the Train on it.

"Yes." He smiled. "Then I get to see the baby?"

"Yep. But first let me have my kisses."

"otay. Kisses from Big James, not baby James."

I hold my arms out. "Mommy, I'm not your baby James en-nee more." He says as she smothers my face with kisses.

And as I help him pull up his trousers, and see that they are now too short, I am begening to believe he's right.

Everything is now a reward game with James. This must be why its called the "Terrible Two's"

After another 10 minutes of bargaining with my son, he got dressed enough to go down stairs to greet the new family, just as Harry and Teddy arrived back home.

"Is Rose here?" Teddy asked all excited to see.

"Yes she is, but you have to be very gentle with her Teddy." Hermione said. "Did you wash your hands?" she asked, and she opened her carrier seat.

"I'll run and do it right now!" Teddy makes his way to the wash room.

Rose was in a puffy pink dress with pink socks, followed by a pink bow in her mess of hair. She is so very tiny; I almost don't want Teddy to hold her.

"How is she doing?" I asked Hermione, but it was Ron who answered.

"She now weighs a hefty 6lbs. " He smiled. The one thing that dictated her coming home was her weight. "At first they were afraid that she wasn't gaining any, but she has since she was in the hospital."

"Rose is great. I am not. No one told you how much having a baby does to your body and mental well being!" Hermione groaned. "I don't sleep. She wants to feed all the time, but then sleeps while feeding. Then she starts to bite my breast, and it hurts! Just plain hurts! But if she doesn't, my chest hurts because of all the milk in them! Also did I mention I do not sleep?" Hermione frowned.

"I want to help you with feeding, but you have the boob's Mione, nothing much I can do there." Ron huffed, motioning to his pecks.

"They are all clean!" Teddy announced.

"Do you remember how to sit with a baby?" I asked.

"Yep! Like this?" Ted sat on the couch his arms in the cradling position, supported by the arm of the couch.

"Okay, now remember to support her head…" Ron took her from Hermione, and placed her in Teddy's arms. I motioned for Harry to sit on the couch with Ted to watch over them.

I walked over to Mione and hugged her. "Once you get Rose into a schedule, it will get better." I smiled, remembering how frustrated I was with James.

"I hope you are right."

It was a warm day in April, nothing like two years ago when James was born. Harry set up the tent in the back garden, and Mum brought the food. I can always rely on her cooking. We invited The Dursley's to be polite, but Harry doubts that none of them will show… Dudley just married some bird, and only Harry went to the wedding last fall.

Anyways, I've lost my train of thought… oh yes, food, Mum and James…who is running around chasing Dom…

"Aren't zey so cute?" Flure sits in Hermione's empty seat. It was time for her to feed rose.

"Yes. I cannot believe he's already two…" I sighed.

I remember, very clearly, of his birth. I was in so much pain, it wasn't funny. Because Harry and I were late getting to the hospital, there wasn't anything they could do for my pain magically. "Did you see I made a cake for Ron and Hermione's second anniversary?" I Chuckled to her.

"I did…eet looks delicious." She politely said. "That was so nice of you Ginny."

"Thanks." I smiled.

"I vont to eat it now!" She smiled from ear to ear, and went to eye James' cake. I couldn't help but notice her hand on her belly.

"Hey." Bill smiled, kissing her check, setting down.

"Ello." Fluer said, smiling back, bitting her lower lib.

Bill placed his hands on her legs, and stared at her belly. Then it dawned on me. Oh, Fleur's pregnant.

"Oh joy." I whispered to my self. "I'm going to get Tea ready." I say, making my way inside, but they weren't paying attention.

"She better not say anything today…" I murmer, making my way to the counters. I notice Hermione adjusting Rose under a blanket. I continued to put serving spoons in all of the side dishes my family brought.

"Who better not?" Hermione asked, as she handed Rose to Ron, to burp.

"I don't understand Mione… how can I bond with her if I can't help feed?" He looks honestly upset. Huh, he sounds just like Harry with James. Hermione rolled her eyes, adjusted her bust, and got up.

She rolled her eyes in frustration, and smile.

"Ron, there will be plenty of times for you to bond with you daughter…"I said sipping out of my punch. "Nothing- Harry! Do NOT LET HIM ON THAT BROOM!" I screamed, glanced out the open window, watching as my husband by law placed my son on an adult broom.

He jumped and took James down.

"Oh Gin, it's not going to hurt him." Ron said, standing up for Harry.

"He's just trying to bond." Hermione is now mocking Ron. "So, who better not announce what?"

I glance around. I can't resist a good gossip with my best friend. "Alright. This is just speculation, and you can't tell."

"When have I ever told?"

I frown at her. "Remember when you told me that Harry was thinking about proposing?"

"Yeah, but you knew that was coming."

"It was still another year, after you told me!" I laughed.

"Anyways." She said, moving on.

"I think Fleur is pregnant."

"What?" She gsped.

"Look." We watched her and Bill coo together.

"That makes three kids." Hermione whistles through her teeth. "I can't bearly handle one, and now three?"

"I know! I have 1.5 now." I sad, rubbing my belly.

"One child at a time I guess." I nod in response.

"Alright, Ginny! Lets cut the cake!" My mother come from now where, brings out James oversized cake with two candles…

"Not until after lunch-" Mum ignored my call, and went to the garden.

"Okay!" Fleur got up and followed my mother.

I sighed and grabbed the camera. I am a twenty-four year old woman, who is married with a child. But somehow I am still being treated like I am fifteen. I guess I will just have to get used to the fact that anytime my mother is around, that she will always be the boss.

"Ginny?"

"Mhm?"

"I love you." I was gathering up the rubbish bags full of wrapping paper from James' party, when Harry said this to me. I looked at him. He was holding a sleeping James over his shoulder, caring his blanket in the other, just standing there. And I realized, this is why I am okay with not going back to the quidditch team.

"I love you too Harry." I put down the sacks, and walked over, and kissed him. Simple but with all the intimacy I could give in that moment. I kissed James' back, and turned to a sleeping Teddy on the couch. I then wrapped an afghan over his sleeping frame and continued my work.

It's nearly one in the morning and I am lying on my side, body pillow between my legs, dead tired but cannot sleep. Baby boy, is up and moving. He clearly didn't get the memo that Mummy is tired. I tapped Harry. I am not sure why, I just have the urge to wake him.

"HUM?" He responds rolling over to face me.

"Hi." I say staring back.

"Hello"

"So…"

"So…?" He smiles.

"Your kid is keeping me awake. He feels its time to play quidditch with my rip cage." I kick the sheets down so he can see.

"Oh Gin, look!" Harry exclaimed truing on the lights; his hand pressing on my stomach.

"What?" I am confused

"I can see his foot print!" I looked to where Harry was pointing, you know after my eyes adjust. And there it was. Our son pressing against my left side belly, showing a small foot bump.

"Get the camera!" I gasped. Coolest thing ever.

After the very exciting weekend, Fleur was wanting to bring every one back together for some news. No dinner, because there is only so much I can handle of my family for a weekend, and James' party maxed me out. But I know what it is.

"Are you sure you're not going?" Harry seemed confused that he was taking the kids, by himself to my family event with out me…alone.

"Yes, I am tired, and bitchy, and hungry, and tired…and hungry…I can't listen to Fleur announce she is bringing a new baby into the world. You know she's probably having another girl. She has two now, Percy has two, Hermione and Ron just had one, but do I get one? No, I'm having a boy. I don't know what happened to the family curse but all we are getting are girls. I can't stand it! Especially now that she and Audrey are all buddy-buddy."

Harry sighed at me, point to the door and said "Go out and find Teddy." to James

James ran to find Teddy, and Harry closed the door. "What's this really about?"

I shrug.

"What is your problem with Audrey? How did you know that Fleur's pregnant?"

"How did YOU know?" I retorted, walking around the room.

"No, Gin, don't turn this on me."

"Oh I can just tell. She's gained weight and is eating all she can. It's like pregnant telephy. I just can."

"You're still not over this whole debacle with Percy and Audrey? Come on Gin, it's been six years now. The girls are five, and you love them, don't deny it."

"I liked Penelope!"

"I did too love, but Percy is with Audrey now. Get over it."

"She's the other woman Harry, She had an affair with my brother, got pregnant, forced him to leave his wife, and married him!" Why was he not seeing my point of view? I sat down on my bed and folded my arms.

"We don't know that she forced Percy to do anything. He is a gown man, capable of making his own decisions." He crossed his arms. "Plus, he has been with Audrey now, longer than he was with Penelope."

I caress my belly.

Harry stared at me for a moment. "Oh, this has to do with your pregnancy. I was wondering why you were binging up topic that is five years too old… Come on Gin, your acting stupid!"

Oh, Harry is looking to sleep on the couch… "Stupid? You're calling me stupid?" I am raising my voice. Maybe he has a point, but I need a good row right now.

"I said that you are acting stupid, because you are jealous. You are upset, claiming that everyone has girls. Did you forget about Fred? George and Angela had a son before Roxanne you know." He frowned.

"Yes, but we are having two boys, and me getting mad at Audrey for being a slut, and Fleur for being pregnant again, with her third child-"

"Is stupid and childish!" Harry frowns. "Audrey isn't' a slut. She has more than proven herself to this family."

"But-"

"And we discussed the possibility of a third baby after this one, so why are you turning this on Fleur?!"

"Because Everyone is so damned happy all the time, and I am miserable here!" I run a hand though my hair out of frustration. "I just don't have the energy to be fake happy for Bill and Fleur, listen to Audrey's condensending opinions, and my mother gush, and ignore me, unless I am doing something she doesn't like."

I cross my arms like my son.

"Gin this is ridiculous! You are jealous and wanting attention." I gasped looking up. "You are the center of my world, but I am so sorry, that you are the youngest of seven, and constantly have to fight for it at your mothers. I'm sorry, Love but its not always about you." Harry said, opening the door.

"Fuck you!" I said, like the fifteen year old jealous attention seeker harry, has implied I am being. I turned around and walked to my bath room and shut the door.

"Ginevra!" He yelled, and knocked and I locked it.

"Fine. Be this way. I'm going to take our Son and Teddy to your brother's. I'll see you later." I heard him floo to the shell cottage and I walked out.

He actually walked out. Now upset and angry I didn't go with him!

I guess Terrible Two tantrums and follow you into your twenties. Sometimes, I hate being pregnant.