Linny Oneshots

give you my wild (give you a child)

Title from.... you guessed it, Taylor Swift. "peace"

Oneshot info: 5.3k, Love Confessions, Single Parent AU

Luna quite liked children. 

She heard little James Sirius Potter before she saw him, his little footsteps pattering down the hall, sounding muffled. Little socked feet. Small and so energetic, just like his mother.

"Luna, Luna! Mummy, Luna's here!"

Luna ran her fingers over the dust on the bookshelf, drawing little bunny and fish shapes with the tip of her finger. The books there were untouched– Ginny wasn't much of a reader, and the top shelf was full of Ginny's adult books, lined upright even if their spines didn't line up straight.

In contrast, the lower half of the bookshelf was a mess– some of the books on their sides, others standing upright, others lying open on top of the books standing upright, tilted because of the varying heights of the books.

Little James Potter scurried into the room, his grin as big as it could get on his little face.

"Hello!" Luna crouched down, ruffling the young boy's hair. He was still losing his baby fat, and his cheeks were round and full as he beamed up at her.

Luna quite liked children– she didn't think she'd manage them very well if she ever had her own, but she enjoyed how they were whole people, but in miniature. This wasn't quite the case for babies, and so she didn't like babies quite so much in the way they looked, but their wide-eyed wonder and innocence–

Here he was.

"Albus," Luna cooed as Ginny came into the room, following her son at a much slower pace. "Hello. You are delightfully devoid of wrackspurts. Your mummy must be doing a good job keeping you happy." She met Ginny's bright eyes over the baby, who was gurgling happily in Ginny's arms.

"Harry's coming soon," Ginny promised. "He's taking Albus to Scorpius, but we'll be watching James, is that alright?"

Of course that was alright. Ginny always seemed to worry that Luna wouldn't like bringing her and Harry's kids when they went out to lunch every Wednesday, and she was always trying to get Harry and his boyfriend to watch over them.

Luna didn't mind the children. "It's more than alright." She ran her fingers through James' curly hair to prove it, and he giggled and ducked away. James had gotten Harry's untamable curls. "You're a big boy, right? You won't be a bother to Mummy."

"Big boy," echoed James, who was four.

"See?" Luna smiled at Ginny, who looked at both of them exasperatedly, still bouncing Albus gently. "We'll be fine."

The doorbell rang.

"Mummy!" shouted James excitedly, "Daddy's here! Daddy's here!

"I know," Ginny replied unnecessarily, trudging after her scampering son, who was struggling to pull open the front door. "He was planning to."

Harry stepped in, Draco on his arm, laughing as he scooped up James and spun the little boy up and around in the air. James shouted and laughed, clinging to Harry's arms.

"You look tired," Luna told Ginny, who had bags under her eyes.

Her eyes were bright as ever, of course, but she looked as if she hadn't slept in a while. Since Harry and Ginny usually traded the kids every week– which was unusual, but it worked because they lived so close together it barely mattered who they were with– Ginny was always tired by the middle of every other week, and more often than not, she got extra coffee when they went out to lunch.