AN- Requested by Guest Reader- can you do one where Ginny tells Harry she is pregnant and Harry is super scared and nervous.

I also had a request that I post another one-shot, no further information, just wanting more stories I guess. So, here you go Lauren-stanton-Is. If that is not at all what you meant, the feel free to send me another message.

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Conception

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The pressure had been building for a while. There was always that question at parties and get togethers. Every time that there was a contract for Ginny to renew or an invitation to a baby shower or what have you. There was always something that would have the two of them looking at each other with the question in their eyes.

They'd been married for two years now, that was about when people started having kids. His parents had already had him and died by the time they were his age. Ginny's parents were probably working on Percy by the time they were their age.

Ron and Hermione had been talking about having kids soon too.

Harry thought it would be nice to raise their kids together.

Teddy could use another kid around also.

But it was still a scary thought. They were only in their early twenties. Ginny had her whole career ahead of her, and he was an Auror! It wasn't exactly the safest profession for a dad to have.

Harry had mixed feelings about it, and he could tell that Ginny did too.

And they had talked about it. Every time there were those contracts to renew and baby showers to attend it hadn't just been a look, he and Ginny had full conversations about it as well. Hell, every time Teddy stayed at theirs for the night it was a subject that was broached.

They wanted kids… eventually.

Now his lovely wife was standing in front of him expectantly, she'd handed him a greeting card even though there was no greeting card holiday that was any time close to now that he could recall. The picture on front was just of some picturesque village; non-descript.

The inside of it was written in her slanted cursive, reading;

Congratulations on shooting your load, soon enough we won't be alone.

I'll be moody, I'll be grouchy, you won't know what to think.

There'll be more of me to love, because I'll eat all but the sink.

The media will be a buzz, my parents will beam with pride.

My uniform won't fit anymore because of the baby inside.

It's been a while since I wrote you a poem, I know it's bad.

What I'm trying to say is you're going to be a dad.

He read it over a few times, unable to form any kind of reaction.

It wasn't like he hadn't had some sort of inkling that this might be the case. She hadn't had her monthly visitor for a while now, and it wasn't like he kept track, but he certainly noticed when their sex life hadn't had interruption for a few weeks.

"You're sure?" he asked her.

She had been standing before him when she gave the card and moved to be sitting nervously across from him, chewing on her bottom lip so hard he was surprised it wasn't bleeding. "I've done the charm on myself. According to that I'm pregnant," she told him. Her expression looked as worried as he felt his own was.

"And… you're glad?" he wondered aloud, asking slowly and completely unsure. He knew that she might have wanted another year at least at the top of her Quidditch game.

Her face screwed up in anger. "How can you ask me that?"

"No! I don't mean-"

"It was bound to happen eventually you know! The way you paw at me in the middle of the night and morning."

"That wasn't what I-"

"Plus, I wasn't the one to jump you in that changeroom at the Piccadilly Stadium, which was probably when this happened." Now she was on a roll.

"I just know that you had wanted-"

"Didn't even give me a chance to catch my breath, just snatched me out of the hall. Surprised you even hit your mark since we were both so sweaty."

"Hey! You said you liked that one!"

"I did! But now you've gone and knocked me up because of it and have me second guessing how good it was."

"What, so you don't want me jumping you for quick shags in broom cupboards anymore?" he asked incredulously.

"I didn't say that!" she countered. "You just don't seem to be having a good reaction to the news that you're going to be a dad, so I'm getting a little upset here."

"Err… don't?" he offered lamely.

Ginny gave him a hard stare and a frown. "Don't," she repeated. "Right, well then. I feel load's better now."

"No! I just mean. Urgh, give me a minute to react, would you?"

"You're right," she said in a mockingly placating voice. "I did just spring this on you. I'll just go get some tea ready then while you figure out how to have a second go at learning you're going to be a father." She stood up and walked out of the room, leaving him there feeling like a bloody idiot.

He couldn't believe her reaction. She knew about it long enough to come up with a poem, he needed a few moments to figure this all out too!

His mind was blank for a good few moments, but then it started working again and he started thinking; wasn't there some magical feeling that was supposed to take over him in this moment? Shouldn't he have started weeping with joy or something?

And how unfair was this? How long ago did she discover she was pregnant? She must have had an inkling before she made the potion to check. He hadn't been there to see her face with the stick turned pink or whatever the magical equivalent of a pregnancy test was. He'd seen his wife dumbstruck before and she usually needed some time to wrap her brain around an appropriate response. When she'd been accepted to join the Holyhead Harpies it had taken her three drinks before she was hooting and hollering about it, she'd been sat there staring at the letter like a bloody moron before that.

This was his acceptance letter.

So… he needed a drink.

Harry gave a wince as he heard Ginny banging around in the kitchen.

Luckily, he kept his liquor in the other room.

Pouring off two fingers of fire whiskey in his glass he stared at the liquid swirling around and wondered what his dad's reaction to first news of him would have been. He can't have been overly excited about it; there had been a war going on, and Harry's parents were eighteen when he was a little blip on the radar.

Remus had been a mess when he found out he was going to have a child. He'd run away from his wife and it had taken Harry telling him off and saying all sorts of ugly things for Remus to go back to Tonks and Teddy.

Harry's hand shook, swirling the amber liquid around. He was never going to sleep again, was he? At least not for the next few years. Babies are loud, and time consuming. Teddy might not have been too bad, but he remembered having to stay up with him a few nights and barely keeping his eyes open the next day. That was going to be the next three or four years at least, wasn't it?

No sleep, everything covered in some sticky substance that he couldn't identify, and a moody wife from all those hormones that will be in charge of her temper.

Harry took a long pull from his glass and his eyes travelled aimlessly around his study. There was a picture on his desk of him and baby Teddy at the Burrow one of the first times they had gotten together after the war. He was holding Teddy and they were looking at each other with this soft expression. He looked at it now and smiled.

He'd really enjoyed spending time with Teddy when he was that little. It was actually easier to deal with him when he was a baby as opposed to now when he was capable of running around and destroying the house.

There would be a full time toddler doing that in two to three years now. There must be spells to limit the destruction. He'd have to ask Molly about them.

He'd have to tell her why he needed to know though. He could say it was for Teddy, she didn't need to know it was because of this baby.

He put his forehead in his hand and gave it a rub, trailing it down to his eyes.

He really wanted to tell someone, a guy, about this. He needed to commiserate a bit. No, commiserate wasn't the right word. He needed a father to talk to about how they were when they learned about their kid for the first time. Not just some random person, or a work colleague, but someone he was close with.

The only people that Harry could go and tell though were related to his wife through blood or marriage and it was much too soon to tell any of them. By his calculations Ginny was only a few weeks along and women were very delicate through the first few weeks of pregnancy; a fact he only knew because Hermione had gone on and on about it when she was very drunk one night and admitted she and Ron were going to start trying and she'd been doing all sorts of research.

A dad.

He was going to be a dad.

It was definitely from that time in the broom cupboard too. There had been a few days dry spell before and after that because they'd had such a busy schedule then. Merlin he'd really gone at her too.

He'd yanked her out of the busy corridor, locked and silenced the door and then they'd just went at each other with out so much as two words between them. Merlin, that had been a good one. He'd gotten her once, turned her around to face the wall and taken her from behind while he focused on himself and how nice her arse looked and felt in his hands.

It had been really sweaty and really satisfying.

And apparently they'd both forgotten the charm.

More banging and clanging emanated from the kitchen. Harry took his next sip of the whiskey and felt the cinnamon taste burn on his tongue before sliding down his throat.

He wanted a family. Being an official part of the Weasley family had been a dream come true for him. George had a kid, Percy had a kid, Bill had two kids and now Hermione looked to be holding a little extra weight and refraining from enjoying drinks at the last dinner.

Raising kids alongside his childhood best friends would be cool.

Ginny being the mother of his kids would be amazing. It was an inevitability. Every time they put Teddy to bed in the room they'd made for him it felt like they were putting their own kid to bed.

He knew it would be different though. They'd have the baby all the time, not just for visits. They wouldn't have to consult with someone else, wait for approval or direction or anything, it would all be on their shoulders.

He should really get to work on the Potter Manor house. The country house he'd found out was owned by his family going back generations. It really needed a lot of updating, but had potential to be great.

Grimmauld Place was nice enough now that it had been cleaned out, but there were so many stairs. You don't want to have to haul up and down so many flights of stairs with a baby in tow. The Potter Manor house was in the country and had four bedrooms on the second floor, everything else on the first.

There was land out there at the country house too. He could take their kid flying, maybe build a small Quidditch Pitch like they had at the Burrow.

Their kid.

Ginny was going to get that big pregnant belly because he had gotten her pregnant.

Wow.

They should probably find a Healer, one that could be discrete.

Oh shit, there was going to be press coverage about her being pregnant. And if they didn't announce it there would be speculation because Ginny couldn't play for the next season with the Harpies.

Would they want to try for another kid right after that too?

He certainly didn't want to have only one kid. Ginny and Ron had each other in school, even if Ron basically ignored Ginny most of the time, they still had each other there. Ron would have dropped everything to defend Ginny if she needed it, and vice versa.

No doubt their kid will have so many cousins at school with him or her, but still. Harry was an only child and it sucked. He'd even lived with his cousin and it sucked.

Oh, maybe it was twins! They did run in her family.

He was sure he could be the father of half Weasley twins and manage to survive. Arthur did it.

Another crash echoed from the kitchen and Harry gave a sigh. Ginny was going to be pissy with him about his reaction for a while, he knew it.

His wife was wonderful and he loved her to the ends of the earth, but she did get in moods every now and again.

Oh bugger, he just remembered Bill when Fleur was pregnant. Bill had needed to tip-toe around his wife then and try to cut off any potential problems before they became real problems; He'd hop to and clear away any dishes before Fleur would even think about doing them, he'd compliment her and help her get out of her seats or whatever with out making her think that he was doing it just because she was the size of a house. Bill had even admitted to Harry and Ron once when they were around the fire at The Burrow that he'd 'needed to put her to bed' when she was pregnant with Victoire, meaning shag her to sleep.

Unfortunately, Harry had needed clarification on that one. Fleur had been getting over tired and worked up, so Bill had simply given her an orgasm so she would be relaxed enough to fall asleep.

Right now Harry couldn't see Ginny letting him close enough to even attempt that one.

Ginny was going to be just as determined and bull headed as she usually was, but also blaming him for putting her in the state to cause her moods.

He would bet good money though that once she was obviously showing that it would make him ridiculously proud to see her that way. He could just picture her this coming summer in a light dress with a big round belly carrying his baby.

He was staring down at his glass with a big smile on his face picturing seeing her near the end of the pregnancy with her hands resting on her belly, a big smile on her face while she chatted with her mum or someone. And that was what he was doing when the real Ginny walked around the corner and saw him.

"Come to terms with it yet?" she asked.

Going from the mental image of her with a fully pregnant belly to the athletic woman before him took a minute for his brain to register what was going on.

"I don't want to live here when the baby comes," he said to her.

Ginny's jaw dropped open slightly. "What?"

"This place," he gestured around at the London town home that was five stories high. "I don't want to raise a baby here. I think we need to work of the Potter Manor house and get that ready for us to raise a family in. Getting out of the London pollution can only be a good idea."

Ginny bit her lip and squinted at him. "That's what you've been sat in here thinking about? Moving?"

"Among other things," he shrugged.

Ginny closed her eyes like she needed a moment to compose herself before she let out a breath and gave him a shake of her head, turning around to leave.

Harry immediately knew he'd said the wrong thing again, but it was on the right track at least. He jumped up from his chair and hurried after her, catching up with her in the hall and stopping her to pull her into his arms.

"I'm happy," he told her directly as he peered down into her eyes.

Worry shone through her expression then. "You are?"

"Yes, of course! I know we talked about having kids like it was going to be some eventuality down the line, but we're starting a family now and I'm happy about it. It just took a minute to wrap my head around."

He felt her sag in his arms with relief, resting her forehead against his chest, and they both let out a few chuckles.

He kissed her temple. "I love you," he told her.

"I love you too," she mumbled into his shirt.

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