Ginny was on the carpet with their son, who was waving his little baby hands around. She was cooing at him, encouraging him to move and make noises.

She was still smiling when she looked up. It took him just a second to lay down beside her on his stomach to coo at James too. He admired his son but he couldn't help but glance over him and make sure he was okay. Harry held James' foot gently, looking it over and made it all the way to his son's dark hair.

"I never know what you're looking for when you do that," Ginny whispered, her gaze now on him instead of James.

He smilled at James, wriggling around against Harry's hand that protectively at his son's side. "To be honest, I don't know either."

When he glanced up, Ginny was still looking at him quietly. There wasn't judgement in her eyes, but an understanding.

"If it's any comfort, every time I do he has my complete approval."

Ginny nodded at the baby excitedly. "Of course you do! You are our baby and you are wonderful." She bent over and kissed James' tummy. "He is just the best."