She came in after she left her stack of papers that needed editing for the prophet on the dining table. Ginny came behind him and pressed herself close to him, "How is he?" she asked him in regards of James.
She smiled and laughed at the sound of his question, "Of course you can, why ever not? How do you think the kids will react?" she then got serious almost sad.
"Truthfully I have no idea," Harry said seriously, pressing a small kiss against Ginny's forehead. "But don't worry about that, they'll be excited as soon as the small one is born," he added softly, remembering only too well the times Al and Lily were born. He frowned for a moment as he remembered that they didn't really have enough rooms left, but they could solve that problem and they still had an attic left they could refurbish. "It will be fine."
"Goodness Harry," she breathed and closed her eyes as all her anxieties, worries and much else came crashing down on her, "will it really be fine? This house isn't big enough for four children. Merlin what were we on?" she was throwing herself into a whirl winded frenzy.
"Shhh... calm down," Harry murmured, guiding Ginny to sit over on one of the kitchen chair. He crouched down in front of her and put his hands on her knees, looking up at her with a soft smile. "We've got enough space. It's time we refurbished that attic of ours," he said softly, giving Ginny's knee a gentle squeeze. "It will be alright. I promise."
She gave him a soft smile and gently ran her fingers through his hair."Yes," she agreed now, her anxiety starting to calm down, "you're right, we'll work it out."
"Good..." Harry replied with a soft smile, letting himself lean into the touch and close his eyes for a moment in bliss. He turned his head to press a kiss against Ginny's palm and then moved to get up again, a broad grin still on his face.
"So...who are we kicking upstairs in the attic? James or Albus?" she said it in a joking manner, but the way she understood Harry may have wanted to put the baby in the attic. She let out another little giggle then asked seriously, "Honestly Harry, who are we moving upstairs?"
"I don't know," Harry replied seriously, moving to sit down on the kitchen chair next to her. He looked thoughtful for a moment and rubbed his face, before looking back up at Ginny. "I guess one of the boys... unless neither wants to, then we could always move."
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