Utterly distracted from Jamie's very calm and reasonable response (far more expected that Lily being so!) by Albie's barely contained laughter, Ginny looked at her middle child, her lips twitching in amusement. "Yes, well, even with all the safety measures, our Weasley genes do so love to carry on, so take my experience to heart. Unless you're ready for a baby, do what you can to stay safe." She'd had to say it, even if she did feel like a bit of a hypocrite. Except she'd not realized she was being unsafe, and she was taking responsibility for it.
"Well, I certainly hope the three of you will want to be involved in this child's life, as it will be your baby brother or sister." None of that half crap. All four of them were her children, regardless of this growing baby's biological father, and she hoped that they would feel the same.
Reaching out, she rested a hand on Jamie's arm, giving it a little squeeze. "I truly am happy, though, thank you," she told him.