Entry tags:

!game plot, character: george weasley, character: lydia winters

WHO: George and Lydia Weasley
WHEN: July, 2007
WHERE: Their house
WHAT: There’s babies in their future
RATING: Mediumish adorable
WARNINGS: Mentions of Adult Behavior™
STATUS: Complete



For one of the few times in her life, Lydia was positively speechless. Receiving her Hogwarts letter, her first kiss, George proposing, those were moments she had expected to leave her speechless. But this, this moment she hadn’t mentally prepared herself for, and thus she was very much speechless. Sure it wasn’t a completely improbable thought that it could happen, it just wasn’t supposed to happen now. But it was real life and it was happening whether she was ready or not.

Lydia was pregnant.

She hadn’t been feeling well soon after they had returned from their vacation but she figured it was just her trying to get used to the England weather versus the Caribbean climate that had just been on. However the feeling never went away, the vomiting, and the increased nausea was something she couldn’t keep dealing with. Thankfully her mother was a healer and while this may not have fit under her specialty, she was more than happy to check out her baby girl when she wasn’t feeling well.

Letting George know she would be late but not telling him what she was doing she went off to St. Mungo’s. When Lydia noticed her mother crying she at first feared the worst, that there was something gravely wrong with her. Then she was hugging her and stating how happy she was and once she explained it to her she understood and the shock had settled in. George and Lydia had talked about having children before, it had come up very early in their relationship, but she didn’t expect to be pregnant already just a few months before their three year anniversary.

With a reassuring kiss and a promise to not tell anyone until Lydia was ready her mother sent her on the Floo where she soon arrived in the living room of her home. Setting her purse down she called out for her husband, “George?”

~*~
George was in the kitchen with paperwork for the shop spread out on the island in the center, trying to focus on work and not on worrying about where his wife had gone. Sure, she’d told him she would be late, but he’d been quite aware of how off she’d been feeling. And then the clock on the mantle - a gift from his parents for their wedding - showed her at the hospital. This was not unheard of, of course, as her mother worked there and sometimes visits happened, but he was still left with a sense of unease that he couldn’t quite shake.

He was leaning over plans for converting the old flat above the shop into expanded sales-floor space, but he really wasn’t processing what he was seeing. He sighed and rubbed his eyes as he heard the clatter of tiny nails on the smooth floor. He straightened and peered over the edge of the counter at the little dog staring up at him, tail flying back and forth.

“Hey, buddy,” he said, “I’m sure mummy will be home soon.” He’d no sooner squatted down to rub the dog’s ears than he heard his own name. “See? There she is.”

Feeling a bit better to have Lydia back in the house, he grabbed the counter to pull himself back upright so he could go find her. “Coming!”
~*~
Lydia couldn’t process why her nerves were so strong and present at this moment. She didn’t understand why she was so nervous to tell George what she had just found out. She couldn’t imagine him being even close to upset or disappointed about this development. He had come from a large family and had always desired to have children of his own and she knew he would be a good father, the very best.

She was a planner though, in many regards of her life, and this well this hadn’t been planned. It was supposed to be a nice holiday away from them, not an opportunity for her to become pregnant. Looking around the room she started to visualize how in a few short months this whole house could be change and she knew that she would tackle it like anything else, she would plan and prep.

Westley running up to her broke her out of her trance and she smiled as the dog came near her. Bending down she slid off her shoes and ran a hand through Wesley’s fun as his body wagged back and forth with excitement. Laughing she kissed the top of his head before grabbing her shoes and setting them on the side table and looked up at George walked into her vision.

Seeing George just gave her a sense of peace she didn’t realize she needed and she let out a sigh of relief. Walking over she wrapped her arms around his waist and gave him a quick kiss, “Hi there, how was your day?”
~*~
Well, now George just felt silly for worrying, because there was his lovely bride, looking just fine. She had all her pieces still and seemed happy to see him. His eyes tracked Westley for a moment as he ran laps around the pair of them, which was pretty much the evening routine but still hilarious to watch.

But then Lydia was there and he was pulling her into a hug and returning the kiss. “Fine,” he said with a shrug. “We’re almost done with the shop expansion, and I fully intend on having a party once that particular headache is past.”

He lifted a hand to cup her jaw and kiss her again, this time just for a little bit longer. “How was yours?” He asked, deciding at the last moment not to ask her if everything was all right.
~*~
Her eyes fluttered closed at the second kiss but she had to not let herself get carried away for once in her life. George had a power over her even after these past years where she could wrapped in his arms and the plans she had for the rest of the night soon go out of window and she spent the night in bed with him. She couldn’t let that happen tonight.

Opening her eyes she stepped back and smiled and started making her way to the kitchen, she was completely starving. Oh Merlin, she was eating for two now. At his talk about the store she nodded. She was so proud of him and Fred and what they were planning for the store. She knew how much effort they were putting in and would be just as happy when it was accomplished. “A party sounds nice. It will be great to celebrate all your hard work and success,” she told him.

And then he was asking about her and she sighed, as she opened the refrigerator, not really even processing what was in there, her mind otherwise engaged. “Mine was fine. Poland is still being a pain in my arse but that’s nothing new really.” Shutting the door she moved to sit on one of the stools and looked at him, absentmindedly playing with her wedding ring, “I stopped to see my mum after work today. She sends her love.”
~*~
George followed her into the kitchen. He’d follow her anywhere, really, but the kitchen had food in it. Food was excellent. He leaned against the island, arms folded loosely as he watched her staring into the fridge and then closing it up without taking anything out.

“I’m sorry about Poland,” he said as he made his way over to sit on the stool beside her, raising an arm to lay it lightly across her back, fingers brushing her side. “We’ll have to yell at them when we visit,” he went on, breaking into a teasing grin. They hadn’t discussed yet when they’d visit Poland, but he knew it would happen sooner or later, and he could very easily imagine himself shouting at the ground for being rude to his wife. For laughs, of course.

He calmed as he saw her fidgeting and he ran his hand up her side to settle on her shoulder. “Yeah? How is she doing?” Not that he hadn’t seen her within the last week or anything, but it seemed the right thing to ask if he was going to get a bit closer to what was on her mind.
~*~
A small laugh escaped her lips and she nodded, “Yes please let us yell at Poland when we are there. They certainly deserve it after the month they have given me.” This was just like George, another reason she loved him, he knew how to take any situation and find some humor it it. She knew she focused on work to much but George still put up with her and could break her tension and she appreciated it all the same.

“She’s good. Apparently something has been going around up in the North so her floor’s been pretty active but you know her, she won’t complain about it,” she said with a shrug. She had all the respect for her mother since Lydia knew that she could never perform that job. It took a special sort of person to work in the medical field and Lydia was not that person.

Figuring she shouldn’t leave him waiting any longer, because that would just be cruel she turned to look at him searching his eyes to reassure herself that George still loved her and would always love her. “I had her give me a quick exam, see if she could figure out what’s been going on with me ya know? Figure I might as well.” Running a hand through her hair she bit her lip, “It appears we brought back an extra souvenir from our holiday, George.”
~*~
“I’ll shake my fist and everything,” George said with a grin, lifting his free hand to shake it in the most crotchety, annoyed old man way he could. “That’ll show ‘em.” Making Lydia laugh was George’s very favorite thing to do. Even more favorite than making her do that other noise he liked so much. Okay, only slightly more favorite.

He nodded, then, at her comment about her mother being good. Of course she was good. George would have heard otherwise. He was more interested in the things she said next about having an exam. His eyes narrowed slightly and he slid his stool closer so that he could pull Lydia a little nearer. “Right,” he said, nodding along and fighting back the worry. She’d been so out of sorts and he didn’t like it.

And then she said the last and he was confused a moment. “What, like an ill--” And then his eyes went wide and he stammered for a second. “Wait, you’re not talking a bug, are you?” Oh, if she was saying what he thought she was saying, he was going to need to run and grab his dancing shoes. Or go buy dancing shoes and then dance in them because yes.
~*~
Lydia wasn’t sure how long it was going to take George to figure out what she was saying but she had a feeling it wasn’t going to take long. She knew he was smart but he was also creative and his mind might not always go to the most logical answer. It wasn’t a problem at all, it just left her constantly surprised.

At his question she shook her head, “No George, I’m not talking about a bug, insect or illness.” She could see his brain working to process what was going on and she gave him a soft smile before she whispered the next two words that she knew was going to change his life forever.

“I’m pregnant.”
~*~
See, George had it all planned out, in those few seconds as his mind worked and before she confirmed, he was fairly sure he was just going to jump down from the stool and cheer and then do a jig. But when she actually said it he was suddenly crying and laughing and about thirteen additional things and all he could do was throw both arms around her and pull her into a hug, which was awkward because stools and oh who cares he was going to be a dad.

Wiping his eyes, he let her go, chuckling a bit. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly, “Didn’t mean to squash you… Or threaten you with tumbling over…” He’d have to be more careful. Not that she was a china doll, but there was his offspring to look out for all the same. That thought made him grin like a fool.

“This is the best,” he said happily.
~*~
His reaction was more than she ever could have imagined. He just seemed so happy, well she assumed the tears were of happiness anyways. And then he was hugging her and oh Merlin that was a tight hug!

But his laugh was infectious and she couldn't help herself from laughing, which caused Westley to be excited even though he had no idea why everyone was laughing. That didn't matter to dogs though.

When she could breathe again she reached up to help wipe some of his tears. He was just the most wonderful person ever, his childlike enthusiasm was so beautiful. “I take it you're happy then? You're not mad or anything?”
~*~
Everything was lovely. He was laughing, she was laughing, Westley was prancing about like he was a pup, and they were going to have one more happy person in the house. At least George hoped it was only one, but even if it wasn’t, this was still the best day ever.

He sobered immediately, though, at her question. He turned in his seat so he was facing her properly and took her face gently in his hands so that he could look right into her eyes. “Of course I’m happy,” he said seriously. “Why on earth would I be angry?” It wasn’t like she’d gone and done it on purpose to hurt him, she knew perfectly well he wanted children, and now was as good a time as any to start. And anyway, he was just as much to blame. Not that he blamed anyone because this was a good thing.
~*~
Looking him in his eyes she now felt very foolish for questioning his excitement, but that totally didn’t mean she was on his same level. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to have a family with George, she did, very much so, but it was all so unexpected she she just didn’t handle crazy new things like this well. Lydia stood up and moved to stand between his legs, needing to be closer to him. Being in George’s arms was hands down her most favorite place to be in the whole entire world, preferably right after they had just made love.

“I don’t know,” she said with a sigh, “it is just so unexpected you know? I mean I’m well aware that we have talked about children, basically our whole relationship, but we weren’t talking about starting now you know?” Shaking her head, “I mean with you getting ready to expand the store and my job where it is. I just, I don’t know.”
~*~
George immediately welcomed her into his arms, pulling her close and kissing her hair. He felt somewhat inconsiderate, staying seated while his pregnant (holy shit!) wife stood there between his knees. He stroked his hands over her back, just listening to her speak rather than interrupting and suggesting they move. They could move in a minute, this was more important.

“It is unexpected,” he said, “but it’s good, right?” He pulled back enough so that he could see her face, he needed to see her eyes. “Now’s a fine time, the shop will be okay.” He frowned, touching his fingers to the side of her neck. “What don’t you know?” He asked, feeling a tingle of worry. “Are you not sure you want this?” Because he was sure, completely sure, but it wasn’t him that had to go through the worst of it.
~*~
Are you not sure you want this? Well if the panic and worry that set in after that one question was asked was any sort of indication she knew the answer to that question immediately. “Of course I want it. This child is part you, so it is going to be the most amazing child ever,” she replied shaking her head. Or it is going to be the craziest child ever, but she wasn’t going to say that out loud to him right now, maybe when she starts feeling crummy.

Lydia took a moment to just enjoy the feeling of George all around her as she tried to figure out why she was freaking out so much. This was going to change everything, her body, their priorities, everything about their lives would forever be altered. It was scary for her. “I’m sorry, it is just so surprising you know? You know how bad I handle changes to plans. What, what if I’m not good at this?”
~*~
The relief that flooded through him at her answer felt like fresh water. George hugged her tightly, tears coming again as he kissed her cheek. “It will be,” he agreed, “but because it’s yours, too. And we both know you’re the better one.” He pulled back again and winked. It was no secret that he thought Lydia was the most wonderful, clever person on the planet. And to condense that down into a tiny person who just might get his jokes, well, that was perfection right there.

He sighed a little as she kept talking and then kissed her, long and slow. “I know, my love,” he said soothingly, “it’s an adjustment but I believe in you. And you’re going to be wonderful. Way better than me, at any rate. You’ve actually got your head on straight.”

He pushed her back just slightly so that he could stand, too. “Come on,” he said, settling his arm firmly around her shoulders, “let’s go sit, okay? I can’t have you standing around while I’m a lazy sod.”
~*~
Lydia just nodded and let him lead her to the closest sofa, but not before grabbing a package of cookies off the counter first. Might as well start the crazy eating patterns now yeah? Ugh she was going to get so fat. Would George still think she was pretty then? Maybe he would regret this whole thing when he sees her like that.

No she shook those thoughts out of her head. Now was not the time for depressing thoughts like that. They were supposed to be celebrating. They were going to be parents and George was ever so excited. It wasn't fair for her to be the one to bring the mood down.

When they got to the sofa Lydia set the cookies down but stopped him from sitting himself. Instead she wrapped her arms around him and pulled herself flush against him. Who knew how much longer she would get to do that? Looking up at him with pure adoration she smiled, “George, babe, you're going to be a daddy. I love you so much.”
~*~
If George could have seen into her head and read the thoughts running through Lydia’s mind, he would have told her to go ahead and have those thoughts, that they were valid and important for her to work through and that he would love her no matter what. He could see some of it in her expression, but the specifics were too hard to pin down for him to feel comfortable in addressing them. He would just have to be as supportive as possible, no matter what happened.

He had been meaning to sit when she stopped him and he peered down at her in confusion. But hugs were nice, he could do with hugs, and he wrapped her up tight and kissed her forehead when she looked up at him. “I love you, too,” he said with a bit of that old, dopey grin. Hearing her actually say the word that had been doing the conga inside his head for the last quarter of an hour made him feel giddy.

He loosened his grip on her enough so that he could sit and pull her gently down with him, seating her in his lap so that he could keep her wrapped up where she would be safe. Where they would be safe. “Everything is going to be fine, I promise. But it’s okay if you worry. Honestly, I’ll probably be doing the lion’s share of worrying before this is over.”
~*~
Lydia easily snuggled up to him, enjoying the sense of security and peace it gave her. Westley had followed them into the room and was laying on the floor staring at the cookie bag that was on the couch. Clearly the dog had his priorities in order. He had no idea how much his life was going to change.

She wasn't paying attention to that though, she was processing George’s words. “I feel we might have a competition about who will worry more. I think it's in both of us to do it.” Hopefully their poor child didn't get a double dose of that.

Grabbing George’s hand she laid it over her stomach. Sure no bump was visible yet but it would be soon. She was well aware that there was a human growing inside of her and that just seemed so surreal to her. “We are going to have the most spoiled and loved child ever aren't we?”
~*~
“Right,” George replied with a little laugh, “full on competition. I’ll get stuff to make scorecards and a rulebook the next time I’m in town. If we’re going to do the thing, we might as well do it properly. The one who worries most gets….” He frowned, thinking. “Um. Candy? I’d say a stiff drink, but…” And he gave a significant glance down to her midsection as she placed his hand on it. He’d been about to do that anyway, so it worked out.

He ran his thumb gently over the fabric separating him from her skin, which in turn was separating him from the newest, most important person in his life. He’d seen pictures of what they looked like at this stage, but he had a hard time imagining the real thing. Maybe that would come in time.

“Yeah we are,” he said, bringing his gaze up to hers and grinning. “Also the most stylish and most fun. And most intelligent.”
~*~
“Candy works,” she replied with a nod. They could find a competition with anything couldn't they? And as far as drinks, “Yeah I don't think I'll be having a stiff drink for a long time now. If I'm being honest I think that's possibly part of the reason we are in the scenario we are now if you know what I mean.” Lydia giggled and sent him a wink, “Not that I didn't enjoy our holiday.”

Lydia watched George as he ran his thumb over her body. She could just see the happiness radiating off of him in this moment and she had complete and utter faith in him. She trusted him so much and would bet all her chips on him no matter what. He was that amazing.

Running a hand through his hair her hand settled at the base of his neck as she looked him in the yes, “Talk to me. What are you thinking?”
~*~
“Probably,” George replied with a little grin. “Remind me to send a thank-you card to the inventor of the Bahama-Mama. And to the genius who put a spa in our stateroom.” He leaned in to whisper against her ear. “I wouldn’t change a minute of it,” he said, then settled back comfortably on the sofa.

“Hm?” He had sort of drifted off into a world of games and toys that went bang and silly outfits. “Everything,” he said with a shrug. “Mostly how great it’s going to be. Even the rough stuff, it’s going to be fantastic.”
~*~
“We really can't ever handle ourselves when a spa is involved now can we? It's like our biggest weakness, our own private spa,” she laughed as she jokingly rolled her eyes knowing he full well knew what she was talking about. Would they ever get to go on their own private vacation like that again? They would have to reevaluate their finances and budget plans. They were by no means poor but they were also not billionaires.

She couldn't help but smile as she listened to him and surprisingly she couldn't help but agree with him. “I think you're right. Some of the stuff might not feel fantastic while I'm experiencing them but it will be good. Mum is going to talk to another healer and hopefully get us in to see someone next month. That way we can have someone to talk to and help us prepare.”

Giving him a quick peck on the lips she rested her head on his shoulder, “Do you think we should tell everyone when they come for my birthday next week? I know it's early in the pregnancy but mum already knows and she's so excited I'm not sure how long she can keep her mouth shut. And I'm sure you're mum will be happy as well.”
~*~
“To be fair,” George said, biting back a laugh, “there really aren’t many places where we we can handle ourselves.” They really were quite good at using spaces creatively. It was a wonder that they hadn’t been caught ever and an even bigger wonder that they hadn’t made a baby before now.

“Whatever you go through,” he said seriously, “I hope you know you can count on me to at least do my very best to see that you’re as comfortable as possible. I can’t promise that I’ll be successful, but at least I’m going to try.” At her words about preparing, he went a little cold. He hadn’t really thought about all the things they’d have to prepare. It wasn’t all going to be giggles and snuggles and lovely, round bellies. He’d have to baby-proof everything and learn all about brain development and what bedtime stories were appropriate and which were potentially scarring and oh Merlin what had they gotten themselves into??

He was saved from a full on wheezing panic attack by her question. “Oh, yeah, totally,” he said with an enthusiastic nod, “I know I won’t be able to keep it from Fred for more than five minutes, so we might as well. That’ll save us the danger of accidentally spilling.”
~*~
“You do have a very good point there Mr. Weasley. Put a Gryffindor and a Ravenclaw together who love having sex with each other, we can come up with all the ideas,” she laughed at his comment. It certainly had been an interesting few years that was to be certain.

At his declaration she nodded, “I know you will baby and I appreciate it. I know you'll be there with me every step of the way. Being brave for me when I'm scared or nervous and making a joke when I'm worried or upset. You always know how to help me out. You're my favorite.” Leaning in she finally gave herself into to him and gave him a long soft kiss.
~*~
George laughed loudly and had to cover his mouth with his free hand. Squirt probably didn’t have any ears yet, but he still wanted to be careful. “I really do like having sex with you,” he said with a nod like this was the most obvious thing in the world, “and I can’t imagine we’ve come up with all the ideas. I’m sure we’ve got a few more in us.” He wasn’t going to say so, but they’d probably have to get pretty creative about their positions for a while, but he was actually quite looking forward to the challenge.

“I promise to do all those things,” he said in a soft voice. “Or to do my best to do those things.” He would have said more, but she was kissing him and kissing was better than words any day. He raised a hand to curl in her hair as he returned the kiss, enjoying the simple exchange between them that said so much about what they meant to one another.
~*~
She was enjoying this, just slowly kissing George with no worries or pressing matters to distract them. Her hand in his hair she deepened the kiss and kept herself close to him. Not that she was worried but she was glad the passion and love was still there after they got married. She had heard the horror stories.

Once she needed to breathe she broke the kiss and rested her head on his. “You know what this means though don't you? Pretty soon we won't have free roam to make out and have sex wherever in this house. Which is really quite a shame because it is a good house with lots of different surfaces.” Giggling she intertwined her fingers with his, “This is real life, we are going to be parents.”
~*~
The kissing had been good, but this quiet closeness was good, too. George knew there was a lot going on inside both of their heads as their world flipped upside down with two words, but he had faith that they’d be all right. They’d been through some pretty rough things in their five years, not least of which was a terribly rocky start. They could do this. They were a team.

He laughed at her comment, though and lifted his head to give a good look around the sitting room adjacent the kitchen. There weren’t too many surfaces in this room, but he knew what she meant. The dining room table was one of his particular favorites. “I guess that just means we’re going to have to plan a farewell tour. Hit all the favorite spots as many times as possible.” He sighed dramatically and kissed Lydia’s temple.

“Goodbye kitchen counter! So long lawnchair in the back. It’s been nice, table.”

He quieted as she took his hand and he looked down at the linked fingers. “Yeah,” he said, though it was hard to believe exactly what that meant. “Poor kid.”
~*~
Nodding as she laugh at his gesture. “The final farewell tour, I like it.” Running a finger down his chest she smirked, “Although I'm sure both of our mothers would love to babysit and give us a night off if we asked. Bust out the old toys for the fun of it?”

At his comment on the child she looked down at her stomach and sighed, “Poor kid indeed, only being able to eat pie because their mother can't cook.” Smiling at him, “we are going to have the funniest kid who will have the most wonderful daddy in the whole wide world. I can't wait to see you as a father.”
~*~
George watched the finger trailing down his chest with a sly grin. “Oh yes,” he agreed, “I think that’s what grandparents are for, taking the little ones away so we can make more.” Not that he was keen to pile on children one after the other, but the pair of them had proved many times over the years that they were exceptionally good at the attempt. “I guess the poor table won’t feel so terribly left out after all.” He shivered a bit at her comment about the toys and almost asked if they could play with them today, but this was not really that sort of evening, was it?

He flushed a little pink at her last. “Nah,” he said, “I’ll be utter rubbish. Always suggesting we try jumping off things we shouldn’t and going on adventures without telling you. I’ll be a very bad influence, just you watch. Combine that with the poor diet and Mum’s sure to confiscate the little angel.” This was a joke, of course. George had complete faith in their ability to keep a child alive and healthy and happy.
~*~
Lydia laughed and shook her head, “Adventures would be fine, just preferrably returning with no injuries if at all possible.” See they were working on compromising again, man they were so good at this whole relationship thing, but she was well aware of that before they were married. Thinking about watching George run around chasing their child made her heart hurt with happiness. She couldn’t wait for it to happen. “Although we will have to decide at what age they will be allowed into your store, we can’t have any accidental injuries. I know how much you love gunpowder babe, but probably not the best thing to have around a baby yeah?”

Then remembering how she hadn’t eaten since she got home she reached behind her and grabbed the package of cookies. Opening it she held a cookie up to George’s mouth for him to eat before grabbing one for herself. Sure, sometimes they acted like normal adults who had real jobs and lives, but sometimes the best moments were when they got to act silly and not as mature as they should. “I love you so much George Weasley. You know that right?”
~*~
George held up his right hand and put on his most solemn demeanor. “I swear that I will try to avoid as many injuries as I am able. And that I will put away the big explosives when he or she comes to hang out at the shop with me while you're at work.” That was an interesting thought, though. An entire line of baby-safe products. Maybe an entire area for little ones to roll around in without worry.

He was already planning what he could do to the space behind the counter when his thoughts were interrupted by a cookie being shoved in his mouth. “Fanks,” he said around it and began to chew on it without use of hands because hands were better used on wives. “I ‘ad no i’e’ah.” He replied, grinning around the cookie. “‘Ucky me.”
~*~

Looking at George she could recognize the glint in his eye when he was thinking up of new ideas. She found it fascinating to watch him work, long ago memorizing what all the different facial expressions meant. He was plotting something, that much she could tell, and she couldn’t wait to find out what it was. George would tell her when he was ready to, of that she had no fear. Until then she would wait like a good little wife and keep her mouth shut and not press him about it.

Laughing at his attempt at of talking she kissed the corner of his mouth where a crumb had decided to settle. He really was the best for her. Resting her hand on his cheek, “Here I came for the good looks and I got a husband with one hell of a personality. I’m thinking I’m the lucky one,” she said with a wink. She knew that was nowhere near the truth. George’s personality was what had gotten her all those years ago. He quickly learned more about her and how to give her just what she needed faster than anyone she had ever let into her life. It had been such a wild ride in the beginning but she was so so so happy that she had stuck with it.
~*~
To be quite honest, George never wanted Lydia to keep her thoughts to herself if she wanted to express them. Trouble was, he wasn't very good at realising when she was keeping something back. He would have happily told her his plans, but maybe another time after he’d written them down and made sense of them so that she could approve of his plan. It involved her kid, after all.

He snorted, though, at her comment and pulled what was left of the cookie out of his mouth so he could talk more clearly. “Only good looking one is you. I'm all pale and freckly and awkward. Can't argue with the personality, though. Not sure how you put up with it all the time, though.”

He stuffed the last of the cookie in his mouth and then settled his arms comfortably around her waist. This was where they both belonged.
~*~
Settling comfortably against him she couldn't help but bite her lip and smile, knowing what it did to him. “Well maybe I find pale, freckly, and awkward very sexy?” She went a little overboard sometimes she was well aware but that didn't stop her. She did find George attractive though, that hadn't been a lie.

“I put up with your personality because I like it. You make me a better person. You make me laugh and help me not to take things so serious all the time. And you are so caring it's adorable. You make me and everyone important to you feel so loved which is amazing. Besides you're a big strong brave Gryffindor which challenges me to move out of my comfort zone,” she said with a shrug. To get it seemed to be the most obvious thing in the world.

“Me? I'm going to get fat and gross and forget things. Don't get me started on the word vomit! It will probably be ten times worst! And all the list,” laughing as she shook her head. It was going to be crazy.
~*~
George skipped right past pink and went straight to crimson as she spoke. He buried his face in her neck and couldn't meet her eye. “I love you so much,” he murmured against her skin. He was having difficulty keeping his voice even. He so rarely thought of himself in those terms. He was so focused on making her feel as fantastic as she was that he didn't bother worrying about himself.

He lifted his head as she turned to herself. “You are beautiful. You will always be beautiful. You could never be gross to me because you are caring for something that is precious and important. And I'll help you remember. And I like it when you ramble.” He left a lingering kiss on her temple. “Whatever you go through, I will be beside you, completely in awe.”
~*~

“I love you too,” she giggled as he hid into her neck. She didn’t know why it was so hard for him to take compliments but this reaction made it all the more fun to her. It was nice to know that even married she was still able to surprise him and make him blush like that. He was so wonderful and she pretty much loved everything about them.

His words though made her want to tear up, they were very sweet indeed. “Please feel free to tell me that as often as you want during the pregnancy, I’m sure I’m going to need to hear it quite a bit,” she smiling. Running a hand through her hair she looked down at him, “Should we go out for dinner tonight? To celebrate?”
~*~
“I’ll write a song about how great you are and how strong and how excited I am to share this with you,” George said. “I could sing it every time you are feeling down, and maybe it’ll make you laugh, but more likely it’ll make you forget your sorrows because the song is even more painful.” He beamed at her. Music wasn’t at all his strength, but doing silly things to make her smile certainly was.

“Dinner sounds good,” he agreed, “where would you like to go? And you have to promise to keep me from announcing this to everyone in the place because I will really want to.”
~*~

Throwing her head back a loud laugh escaped her lips. She was trying to imagine George singing to her like that and it could only be pure perfection. Now she needed it to become a reality sometime soon, and she wouldn’t let him forget it. “How about we agree to alternate between the two because that song sounds positively wonderful in every which way!” She grinned and kissed his cheek.

“You’re really going to be telling everyone this aren’t you? I knew you would be excited, I just didn’t imagine you would be this excited. I suppose I forgot who I was thinking about momentarily,” she teased. Thinking for a second on what she wanted she shrugged, “Chinese? Like our first non-date?”

~*~
“I’ll be good,” George said, crossing his finger over his heart, “I won’t tell anyone you don’t let me tell. It’ll be rough, but I’ll manage.”

At her suggestion, he beamed. “Chinese it is. We’ll order the sweet and sour again and then instead of things getting weird, we’ll come back here and have a proper celebration. If you’re up for it.” He winked and then leaned in close, hunching over her middle and dropping his voice. “Sorry, kiddo, I like making your mummy scream.”
~*~

Lydia jokingly gave her husband’s arm a swat. “Oh goodness are we going to be raising a child as sex-craved as you are?” She wasn’t going to mention that her drive was also up there, that would destroy her argument at this moment in time. And she was Lydia Weasley damnit, she didn’t lose arguments (that much).

Shifting a bit she stood up and held her hand out for him to take, “Chinese then back to bed it is then. Let the farewell tour get started tonight then.” Giving him a quick kiss she smiled, “I love you Mr. Weasley.”
~*~
“Whatever they get up to after they’re adults is fine by me,” George said with a shrug. There would be a lot of things over the coming months and years that he and Lydia would have to agree on, but thankfully this sort of thing was a long, long way off.

“Well if we’re doing the tour, we should start somewhere not bed,” he replied as he got to his feet and tugged her towards him. “I’ll let you think on that during dinner and then we’ll do whatever you want to do.” He smiled down at her and squeezed her hand. “I love you, too, Mrs. Weasley.”