"You don't have to. At this point it's an inevitable fact of life that I just have to deal with." Ginny sighed. "I know it will be worth it when James is here and I have physical proof of why I gained the weight, but right now I'm just going to act like a child about it. I had to be in shape for quidditch so it's got a lot to do with that as well. And maternity clothes are hideous so I can't even be fat but wear cute things. Everything has a bloody now on it or it's pink, it's terrible."
"You guess?" she snorted at that."You lot spent a ridiculous amount of tome telling what to do, what not to do, who to date, who to stay away from. Why do you think I get so upset when you try to do that now? It was one thing as a kid, but it's something far different and altogether more annoying as an adult. If I fucked up my life then it was, or is, my choice to make."
"But your right Harry is very lucky to have me," she laughed, "I tell him that on a daily basis." It was obvious that she was teasing and didn't mean a word she said, if only by the contrast of her next words. "I told myself that if I did one thing in my life it was going to be making Harry happy and to understand that he us worthy of having people who love him. He's always wanted a family, even beyond being a part of ours, so no child that I could give him will ever be a mistake. A surprise? Sure, but not a mistake."