Harry had been observing Ginny quietly as she sat at the table with her headphones on. Mainly because he was impressed she was wolfing down a bag of crisps right after lunch.
Suddenly her hand paused above the crisps and she stalled, her eyes wide as she looked down.
"Gin?"
No answer. He walked up to her concerned that she still had not moved. He removed one of the cups of her headphones from her ear.
"Gin?" he tried again.
She looked up, taking her headphones off completely and putting them around her neck and she smiled widely. "She kicked."
"Did she?" he asked, immediately crouching down.
"I don't think you can feel it, but I certainly did." Her own hand tucked against her belly as she looked down again.
"What does it feel like?" he asked her.
"Like little taps," she said. "I was starting to wonder if I had missed her moving before, but this is very clearly her." Her hand moved. "Yeah, you won't be able to feel that on the outside—I can't."
"It's okay, I'll wait," he told her. "I'm so glad she's kicking."
"Do you think the crisps did it?" she wondered.
He eyed the almost empty bag of crisps. "No, I doubt it."
She took up another crisp and held it out for him. He pulled it from between her fingers with his teeth.
"What are you doing over there?" she asked.
"Bills, doing finances," he told her when he was done chewing.
"What does that even mean, 'doing finances'?" she asked him.
He smiled at her. "I track everything and list it in an excel sheet?"
"Everything?" she asked in surprise.
"Yes. How else would you know what you're spending your money on?" he responded.
Ginny looked at him blankly. "Is that a normal thing to do?"
"I thought it was, but now I'm doubting it." He stood back up. "I can show you."
"Yes, I want to see this sheet. Wouldn't want to become one of those wives who has no idea how to handle the money." She stood up to look at his laptop.
He spun back around to her. "Wives? Did we get married and I forgot? Am I suffering from memory loss?"
"Yes," she told him. "This is our second." She pointed at her stomach. "The other is over in her room sleeping."
"Really?" he let out. "And what's her name?"
Ginny's eyes widened. "Pamela."
"Pamela," he repeated. "Pamela Potter."
She started grinning. "She's named after the cashier that sold me the pregnancy test."
"Of course." He folded his arms. "Are you—?"
"Just show me the file," she cut in.
He chuckled and sat back down while pulling a chair out for her.
Her eyes flitted across the screen. "Is that colour-coded?"
"Yes." He clicked on the second tab.
"Sexy," she commented and then sniggered as she rested her forehead against his arm.
He told her to look back up. "This is a summary per category."
"Oh, I don't like that," she mumbled.
He nudged her with his shoulder. "Why?"
"I don't need to know what exactly I'm spending too much money on," she responded. She leaned in to look closer.
"That's the purpose of doing it." He looked at her. "Did you just not track what you were spending your money on at all?"
"No. You have money, you spend it. On necessities first of course." She leaned back and met his eyes. "I didn't grow up with enough money to have to actually manage it."
He nodded. "I hadn't thought about that." He looked back at the screen. "Well, I am trying to manage it enough so we don't run out."
She smiled and patted his hand. "You're doing a good job."
"Thanks. I try." He toggled sharing on and put in her email address. "It's shared now, so you can keep an eye on it. So you know I'm not scamming you."
She snorted. "You're much too nice of a person to scam the likes of me," she told him. "But thank you."
"Is she still kicking?" he asked.
She shook her head. "I think the finances put her straight to sleep."
He put his hand on her bump. "That's most disappointing. Finances are very exciting, little cub!"
Ginny raised an eyebrow.
"Okay. It's not, but it needs to be done," he replied. He wrapped an arm around Ginny. "It's just going to be a tough year financially, but next year will be much better."
"Even if I don't find a job right away?" she wondered.
"Yeah. We could live off only mine for a while… not if we want to buy a house or something…" he told her.
She looked at him in surprise. "You are telling me that if we both work, we could buy a house?"
"We could get a good mortgage," he said. "Assuming I work full-time at the agency and you make the normal amount for your degree. If we both work steadily for a few months."
"Months ?"
He frowned at her. "Isn't that what you want?"
"I thought having a baby was going to set us back financially for quite a while," she commented. She shook her head softly.
"No," Harry said. "We are not going into debt if we continue to be conscious with our money."
Ginny looked back at the screen. "Well, fuck. I guess marrying rich has its benefits."
"We got two mouths to feed," he continued the joke. "We have to be prepared." He pretended to glance towards the room. "I wonder when our Pamela will be up from her nap. She's been asleep so long I have no memory of her."
Ginny laughed and she kissed his cheek. "Love you."
He met her eyes. "Too." He kissed her softly.
Harry walked into his parents' house and found it empty. He couldn't find his mum, dad or Ginny. He unlocked his phone and sent a message in the group chat to ask where they were. His father replied.
Dad :
The shooting range
Harry's eyebrows raised. He hadn't bothered to check if it was safe for Ginny and the baby, since he hadn't expected her to go there. He had to assume his parents would know.
He hopped back in the car and drove the few streets to the outdoor shooting range the agency managed.
He got out of the car and walked up to them. Ginny turned around excitedly, holding a gun.
"Look, Harry! Your mum taught me how to handle a gun!"
"That's terrific," Harry replied, still trying to decide if he liked the idea. "Is that even safe?"
His mother smiled at him. "Because she's pregnant?" she asked.
"No, just Ginny with a gun," he deadpanned, which earned him a sour look from her. "Yes, because she's pregnant."
Lily shrugged. "It's okay. We kept the actual shooting to a minimum, don't worry."
"Right," he said. "Isn't it bad for their ears?"
"You came out with working ears, didn't you?" she replied to him.
"What? I can't hear you," Harry replied, making his dad laugh.
James put his gun away and walked up to Lily. "We're going to get some drinks inside. Do you kids need anything?"
They both shook their heads. His parents walked towards the building at the back.
"Are you any good at it?" Ginny asked him curiously.
He shrugged somewhat. "I am pretty good at it."
"Best of his class!" Lily yelled before she disappeared inside.
Harry shook his head at her and turned back to Ginny. "Class of five," he clarified.
She cocked her head. "Show me."
Harry took out ear and eye protection for himself.
"This kid…" she said. "I am shooting and she doesn't budge. She hears her dad's voice and there she goes…"
"That's probably a coincidence," he muttered. He took the gun from her and reloaded it.
She shook her head. "It's not the first time it has happened."
He stilled for a moment. "That's adorable, she knows my voice." He cleared his throat. "How am I able to concentrate like that…"
He told her to put her ear protection back on as he put his on. He aimed at the target. Two shots in the head and one in the heart. Harry turned around and took the ear muffs back off.
Ginny smiled at him. "That was sexy."
He handed her the gun carefully. "Now you show me what you have learned."
He watched as she prepared. He walked up behind her and adjusted her stance. "Shoulders down. Okay. Now aim." Harry moved her arms slightly to the left. "Go."
Ginny moved her finger to the trigger and pulled. She had only missed the target's heart by a bit. They pulled the protection off again.
He took the gun from her and put it down. "Pretty good, you'd kill the guy," he told her. "So, what brought you here?"
Ginny smiled at him. "I was trying to ask them about their job without them having to reveal state secrets."
He snorted. "That is very thoughtful of you." He looked towards the building but his parents were not making their way back. "Is she kicking?"
"Slightly." She caressed her bump. "I didn't tell them yet that I felt it. You could if you want."
"Alright." He took the ear protection and glasses off of both of them and put them in the used bin. "It's always important to use protection." His head whipped up.
"You don't say," she commented. She raised an eyebrow. "Where was that sensible thinking a few months ago?"
"I didn't hear you coming up with it either, honey," he retorted. He walked back up to her and cupped her face, placing a kiss on her lips. "There always has to be one idiot who thinks it's not needed, only to prove why it is."
She chuckled. "And we're the idiots?"
"I'm afraid so," he responded. He pulled her into his arms. "Did you like shooting?"
"You know I don't know how I feel about shooting actual people, but the ones you shoot at would have it coming, right?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah," he reassured her. "We don't go after burglars, we have much bigger fish to fry."
"I wouldn't mind shooting that kind of filth," Ginny said, her face turning murderous in an instant at the thought of it.
He smiled at her. "I am not sure why I expected anything else."
"They can get what's coming for them," Ginny replied resolutely.
"Good," he replied. "Some people have qualms about that, I'm glad that isn't you."
"Oh no, I'd be right there with you," she said, stepping out of his arms. "It's important to protect people, and if I need to shoot someone for it, so be it! Let's go, I want a coke."
Harry smiled and watched as she walked towards the door too. He only ran to catch up with her when she looked over his shoulder to see if he was following.
Harry was so focused on the screen watching football that he did not notice Ginny getting up from her seat by the table.
"THAT'S A FOUL!"
Harry nearly jumped off the couch when she yelled. He turned around to her eyes wide.
"Am I wrong?" she asked more quietly, looking at him innocently.
With his hand on his chest, he breathed out slowly. "No. You're right. You'll just need to call the ambulance."
She grinned at him. She walked around the couch and settled down beside him. He wrapped his arms around her, his hand coming to rest on her belly.
"I didn't know you were watching," he told her. "You scared me."
"Sorry." Her gaze returned to the screen. "I was right, though."
"Hm." He focused back on the last minute before the interval. "It's not looking good."
"It isn't," she agreed.
He felt a small push against his hand and he looked down in surprise. "Did she just—?!"
"You felt that?!" Ginny said excitedly. "Yeah, she's kicking!"
He leaned closer, holding his hand to her belly, but couldn't feel anything else.
"You know what that means right?" Ginny asked him as she ran her fingers through his hair.
He glanced at the TV and only barely saw the score of the first half before it switched to ads. He looked back at her. "Yes, we said we'd discuss names when I felt her kick."
She nodded. "Yes." She looked down. "Ooh! Felt that?"
"Yes." He turned on the couch so he could bring his head closer to her belly. "Hi baby." He kissed her bump. "It's so nice to feel you kick. I'm your dad, and I love you a lot already. Just keep growing in there, okay?"
Ginny chuckled. "You're the cutest."
The football game ended with their favourite team losing. Harry stood up and grabbed his laptop so they could look for baby names. He put it in his lap and looked at Ginny.
"Do you have any ideas?" she started.
"Not exactly," he said. He started a file so he could type names they liked, or really did not like. "We have tons of names ending with a 'Y' like our names and our mums'. I thought that could be nice."
Ginny nodded. "We can definitely consider that."
"In that case, good candidates are Macy, Lucy, Ivy—" He started typing as he named them.
"No," Ginny cut him off at Ivy.
"Why not?" he asked as he looked up.
"She's got a very decent chance at coming out with red hair. You have heard of Poison Ivy, right?"
He nodded. "So no Ivy." He moved it to the 'no' list.
"Emily?"
He shook his head. "No."
He looked on the internet for names and listed them off. "Daisy, Ruby, Harmony?"
"Not Harmony," Ginny let out firmly.
At least they were figuring out which names they did not want. He continued, "Izzy, Gabby, Abby."
"Liberty," Ginny proposed.
He glanced at her. "That one is a joke, right?"
"Yes," she confirmed. She shifted a little closer so she could look along on the screen.
"Maddy, Glory," he added.
"No! Glory?" She shook her head.
He chuckled and added it to the 'no' list as well. "Ginny Junior is starting to sound really good," he said with a smile. He continued down the list. "Lucky, Emry, Evy, Stacy."
Ginny made no objections this time. "This is going to be difficult." She rubbed her forehead.
"Let's leave the Y for a moment." He looked at the article listing where to find inspiration. He typed in Ginevra and scrolled down. "Your name translates to Juniper. June could work. Juney…"
"Oh," Ginny went. "That's not bad actually."
"I'll not bother to suggest Hariette or something," he said with a grin.
"Not a winner," she agreed. "Do you have more family names?"
"I'm just glad my middle name is James and not Fleamont," he told her.
She nodded. "What about your grandma?"
"Euphemia," he told her.
She scrunched her nose. "Sorry, but no."
"I have to agree." He turned towards her. "This reminds me, my dad revealed something about my grandparents recently."
"What is it?" she said curiously.
"Well… they were rather old when they had my dad." He raised an eyebrow. "He was an agent. They decided not to have kids, and then my dad happened."
"He was unplanned," Ginny noted.
"They were too old to have any more, but they were so happy with their boy. I think they regretted not having kids sooner," he explained.
"That's interesting," Ginny agreed. "So this one is at least a third-generation unplanned baby." She chuckled at it. "If I would have known that, maybe I would have been more careful."
Harry chuckled. "Yeah… I don't know if Fleamont was planned but at least… three generations."
"Why didn't your parents have any more kids?" Ginny asked. "They seem to like you well enough."
"They told me they had planned on it but it was never the right time. It was busy at the agency and then I grew a little older so there would be an age gap anyway so you may wait for a little longer, right? And then Tom Riddle happened and we had to move, and it definitely wasn't the time and after that they just… decided it wasn't going to happen."
"Wow." She shook her head. "I guess it can be quite complicated. My parents just… had us."
"They may be opposites in that regard," Harry agreed.
"Of course my mum didn't work, and yours probably cared about her career," she wondered out loud. "It makes planning a different ordeal."
"It does," he agreed.
A/N: And we are finally getting into some minor agency stuff.
Looking back I dragged on the first part too long and I honestly don't know why? I had a few ideas and then it kept coming. I do plan a slightly higher pace for the rest of this story, so we get to interesting plot points. I will keep fluff of course, that is essential.
I hope I didn't offend anyone if your name happened to be in their 'no' row. I promise it's not personal.
