Harry pushed the door open as quietly as he possibly could allowing a dim stream of light to filter into the dark room. The only other source of light came from the soft glow of the nightlight that was on the opposite side of the room to Harry destination.
Harry padded softly over to the white wooden crib that currently held his grandson. Harry smiled softly as he noticed that the 20 week old baby was fast asleep his hand clutching a cream blanket tightly.
Harry knew that he really should leave the baby be but he couldn't help but reach in and lift the baby out the crib and settle him into his arms cooing as he did so. He and Ginny had arrived earlier that day and he had not be able to get the baby out of his wife's arms. Harry turned softly to take in the entirety of the nursery and jumped when he spotted his son leaning against the door frame a soft smile on his face.
"James…what are you doing up?"
James chuckled and entered the room taking a seat in the rocking chair, "I could ask you the same question…"
Harry smiled, "I just…your mother had him all day today…I just wanted some time with him myself…"
James chuckled and ran a hand through his wild black hair, "Yeah…I though mum was gonna cry every time we took him from her to feed him…"
Harry smiled and took in his oldest son's appearance for the first time since they had arrived. James looked exhausted, he had dark circles under his eyes and the way he was slouched in the rocking chair showed that he needed some serious sleep.
"James…what are you doing up?"
James rolled his eyes, "Is that your way of telling me I look exhausted?"
Harry nodded, "Don't avoid the question…"
James shrugged, "I heard something in here…which turned out to be you…and I was kind of hoping to have a cuddle with my son seeing as mum barely let him out of his arms…"
Harry moved forward and handed the baby into his sons arms and smiled as he stepped back noting how the baby wiggled in his sleep nuzzling his nose into James' bare chest.
"How're you doing? I mean…you're back training and I'm guessing this little guy isn't exactly a perfect angel…"
James shrugged his eyes never leaving his son, "It's hard…I wish I could be home more…but the season starts in two weeks…"
Harry nodded, "Just don't push yourself too hard alright? I know you James…and you want to give everything you have and I'm scared you'll burn out…"
James looked up for the first time since Harry handed him his son, "I'll be okay dad…promise…I always feel better after a cuddle with this little guy…"