Hello everyone!

So this is the second part. Sorry I didn't upload it yesterday. To even it out I'm adding two chapters today. So wait up, Lily will be here in a while.

Enjoy!

Harry Potter stretched while coming down the stairs. He reminded himself one more time that day to never again fall for kids' pleas to let them stay up 'just a little longer 'cause it's my birthday'. It was barely few hours after the noon and he just carried James to his bed after the kid had fallen asleep in an armchair. He smiled at the thought of his eldest son. He was three and Al was about to turn one. And to top his happiness Ginny was almost four months pregnant with another and most probably their last child, a girl this time. It came as a bit of a surprise, so soon after Al, but nonetheless he couldn't have been happier than when she told him about it last Christmas.

He entered the living room and looked at the little boy bouncing up and down on a couch, trying to catch a toy stag Ron was levitating above his head. He rolled his eyes at his best friend.

'You know' he started 'one day when he's big I'm going to tell him how you've been annoying him and then he'll take a piece of cake and keep it in front of your nose like that.'

'Fine, fine' he grumbled and dropped the toy, straight into the child's waiting arms. Harry smirked and moved to sit on the couch next to the other two...

'FUCK!' he heard himself yell and then started jumping on his left leg, keeping the toe of the right one while it was throbbing with sudden pain. 'Who put this bloody armchair in there?!' he asked , though he had no idea who was supposed to answer the question, seeing as his supposedly best friend was too busy roaring with laughter and his son, who was now looking at him curiously, wasn't even able to talk yet.

'Yeah, that's just hilarious' he said, glaring at Ron and massaging his toe in hopeless attempt to alleviate the pain.

'You bet it is' the redhead managed to choke out in between bursts of laughter. 'Would you mind jumping some more? That was actually the best part' Harry was about to respond or even better, simply hex the git, when something else happened that made him freeze.

'Fuck!'

He looked over at the little boy sitting on the couch who was now staring at him with the look of utmost innocence on his face and a happy smile on his lips. Even Ron had stopped laughing and was now glancing at the child.

Noticing everyone's attention was focused on him, Al must have came to a conclusion that it was his amazing show of talking that had caused it, for he decided on an encore.

'Fuck!' he said once again, looking the most pleased with himself his dad had ever seen him.

Harry just stared blankly at the boy, forgetting even about his hurt foot, temporarily unable to speak, while Ron erupted with even louder laughter than before. Finally he got out of his shock and rushed to his son.

'No, Al. No, no, no, don't say that. It's a bad word' he said while kneeling in front of the couch so that he was on an eye-level with the kid.

'Fuck!' the boy repeated for the third time with even more glee, which only caused Ron to laugh harder. Harry found it anything but funny and worked hard on keeping himself from murdering the laughing fool.

'Shut up, you idiot!' he growled, shooting the man a glare.

'Shut up idiot!' he heard coming from the other side of the couch than he was looking at. He looked at the cheerful boy with terror.

'No, Al, no. Don't say that' he pleaded in exasperation. He had just taught his son how to swear at 11 months old. Ginny was going to kill him once she came back home. 'Say 'daddy', hm?' he tried but to no avail.

'Fuck!'

'No, not that. 'Daddy'. Say 'daddy' Al' he watched as the boy stared back at him, looking as if he were considering his options before finally responding.

'Shut up idiot!' he called, giving his dad a toothy grin and clapping his hands.

He groaned. Ron's laughs accompanied his thoughts of his soon demise.

An hour later Harry was in the kitchen getting started on dinner. He had somehow managed to get Al to say 'daddy' several times, but compared to countless 'fucks', 'shut ups' and 'idiots' repeated by the boy all over again in all possible combinations it didn't seem very reassuring. He could only hope that by some miracle he will forget all those by the time Ginny comes home after interviewing that guy, Tornadoes' new Seeker, whatever his name was. He checked the watch on his wrist. It was a little after five, she could show up any moment now.

Several minutes had passed until he heard the front door open and then close after someone came in.

'Harry?' his wife called from the hall. Al, who was resting in his arms and slowly dozing off, now perked up and turned his head in the direction his mum's voice was coming from.

'In here' Harry called back and soon Ginny appeared in the doorway and then came to him.

'Hi' she said, kissing him. 'And hello to you too' she said to the kid in his arms before planting a kiss on his head. She then put her bag on the table and moved to help him with cooking.

'Ron's no longer here?' she asked. 'I thought he'd stay over for dinner.'

'He left about half an hour ago, said he's got something to do' he didn't bother mentioning that this 'something' was going to George and telling him the story of the day.

'Oh. Well, alright. More food for us, right?' she joked and Harry felt himself smile. 'Where's James?' she asked while looking around, trying to seek out the three years old.

'Upstairs sleeping.'

Ginny just rolled her eyes.

'And you two? What have you been doing?' she asked.

'Oh, you know. Just stuff' Harry said, putting an extra effort in sounding casual. 'Al started talking.'

Ginny looked at him surprised and then smiled proudly at their son, who was still in Harry's arms.

'You started talking?' she said to Al. 'And what did you say, huh?'

He looked up at her and pondered the question for a while before finally replying.

'Fuck!'

Ginny froze. Harry froze next to her. He didn't dare move in hope she'd forget he was there.

'What?' she finally choked out, too shocked to come up with anything more.

'Shut up!' the boy was now smiling happily, looking at his mum with pride.

Ginny seemed to have gotten over her shock by now. She narrowed her eyes and gave Harry what could only be considered a murderous look. He swallowed and watched her turn back to their son.

'Say, Al, just who taught you that?' she asked in an innocent voice.

'Idiot daddy!' he called happily, saying the last two of his newly learned words. That made Ginny shift her glance back to her husband. She glared at him, and Harry decided that right now she could give any basilisk a run for its money.

'You heard that? He said 'daddy'' he said in his last desperate attempt to save his life. This didn't seem to have convinced her though.

'Harry Potter' she growled. 'You are so dead.'