First chappie of the sequel to Triple The Trouble. Jay and George are now married and they have a baby on the way! Oh, I could cry. But remember to review! It makes me happy!
I stood at the stove in the kitchen of my home, frying eggs up for a small spot of breakfast. Humming softly while I was at it might I add. I placed a hand on my enormous stomach and rubbed it slightly, adoring how I would feel a kick every now and then.
"My dear, you are very active today aren't you. It's not even nine and you're acting like you want to break out!" I laughed while cracking another egg into the pan, waiting for it to get done so I could scramble it for George. He seemed to like eggs more than anything recently, so eggs it shall be.
I continued my humming when a loud yawn was heard coming down the stairs, along with the padding of bare feet. I looked over to see a tired looking George, hair frazzled and eye still half closed. He walked over and smelled the delicious looking eggs that I was preparing while propping a head onto my shoulder, kissing me on the cheek while he was at it.
"Morning love." He bent down and slightly and placed a kiss onto the exposed skin of my belly where my shirt had risen up. "And good morning to you, you little devil."
I giggled a bit and began to rub my enlarged belly once more. It had become a habit of mine. "What do you mean by little devil?" I asked through my small fit of laughter. It was stopped when I also yawned.
George suddenly pointed an accusing finger at my stomach. "You may not know this or not, but she kicked me in the cheek last night pretty good while you were asleep."
"Oh did she hurt you cheek?" I asked in a teasing babyish kind of voice. He nodded and I came over, kissing it better. He laughed and went to sit down at the table, reading the newest Daily Prophet. I was finally able to scramble the eggs and put them on a plate, along with some toast that had just popped out of the toaster, nearly scaring me half to death.
Would you like to know why? That toaster was a gift from Fred, and every time the toast was done, it would scream at you. Literally, it would scream I'M DONE! I'M DONE! THE TOAST IS DONE! I TELL YOU I'M DONE! It nearly gives me a heart attack every time, and every time, I almost miss the toast that flies through the air in some kind of dramaticness that must occur for it to be satisfied with being done.
"Merlin!" I jumped, not much but some, and by some act of a higher power, caught the toast that went flying through the air. Once everything was safely on a plate, I sat it down on the table, and joined George.
"Here you go." I said while managing to sit down in a chair after serving him his eggs and toast.
George gave me a disapproving look and put the paper down on a free spot on the wooden table. "You know love; I really wish you would let me help you out some more. You're nine months pregnant and could deliver any day now. You don't need to be on your feet this much."
Excuse me? Does he not think I'm capable of handling myself in my current state? After shoving a mouthful of eggs into my mouth I took my fork and pointed it at him. "Now you listen here George Weasley. I am not a child, I quite capable of handling myself, even if my stomach is the size of a watermelon."
Just to give it a good effect, I glared at him. But he was use to the mood swings by now and he learned to just nod and say yes. "Alright love. If that's what you truly want. I can respect that."
He took a bite of his toast and sipped a bit of orange juice to wash it all down. Once he was finished he put the plate in the sink and waved his wand around, making the dish clean itself and go away into the pantry, along with the glass.
"Actually, I was thinking about going over to Hogwarts. You now to visit everybody. Maybe even Fred, see how he's doing with being a Professor." I said while making another attempt to get up from the wooden chair I had sat down in.
George leaned on the counter and watched me as I struggled, an eyebrow cocked amusingly. He was waiting for me to ask like I did every morning. You see, we had this routine. I'd get up and make breakfast. Then he would complain about how I don't need to be doing all this because I'm about to deliver. Then I would get mad and he would forget about it. Then there would come the time when I needed to get up from my chair...
I pushed down hard on the arms of it, almost to the point where I thought I was going to break them. After another failure I looked up to a smirking George and held out my hands. He pushed himself off the counter and helped me up gently, pulling me to him in the process ever so softly, careful not to squish my stomach.
My head rested on his chest and he had one hand on my belly while the other tangled itself in the confines of my morning hair, rubbing my neck slightly. "Thank you George." I mumbled out, not wanting to accept defeat of being pregnant and unable to do some of the simplest things.
"You're welcome." He muttered into the top of my head. He inhaled slightly and pulled away, bringing his hand down to my chin and bringing me closer to him, stopping just before our lips were about to touch.
I felt my lips turn into a smirk. "You're nothing but a tease George Weasley." My hands rested on his chest, and I gripped the fabric on his thin tank top that he used to sleep in.
"Nah." He remarked before closing the gap between us. His lips moved against mine in a dance that only we knew the steps to. And like dancing, every time it was over, I was breathless. Resting my head on his chest I was struck by a sudden though.
"George, what should we name the baby? We know it's going to be a girl, but we haven't really discussed any names."
He plunked his head on top of mine and wrapped his arms around me, locking them behind my back. "Hmmm. What to name a future Weasley?"
He was in the process of pondering when I suddenly had an urge for a name. "George?"
"Hmm?" Was his response.
"Do you think her middle name could be named after my mother?" I asked with uncertainty. What he already had a name and was just waiting for the right moment to tell me? Oh grand, now I'm going mental. I really hate these awful mood swings I get.
"That sounds wonderful, love." He whispered while walking backward toward the counter, leaning up against it slightly and bringing me with him. My head still on his chest looked up at him with a beaming smile and sparkling eyes.
"Really?"
He pecked me on the forehead quickly. "If that's what you want then I'm more than happy to have it." He finished.
"Oh thank you George!" Leaning up, I captured his lips with my own, surprising him a bit at first, but that surprise didn't last very long due to the pleasurable sensation that swept through him once again that morning.
I pulled away and smiled up at him, wondering how I could be so lucky to have a guy like him. Then I remembered that I wanted to go visit everyone. "George, I'm going to go ahead and go ok?"
He let me go and assisted me up the stairs and into our room. "Alright. You want me to go with you? He began to help me change into something a bit warmer. It was winter as of now and freezing once you stepped foot outside."
"Only if you want to dear." I said while laughing at him as he attempted to wrap a scarf around me. It ended up in me spinning in many circles before it was all done.
"I need to go to the Ministry and have a talk with Percy. You sure you'll be ok?" he asked with a somewhat worried voice.
I pecked him on the nose. "Don't worry George. I'm a big girl now believe it or not."
He helped me down the stairs, through the kitchen and finally to get my wand. I wasn't going to use Floo as I might take a tumble. So apparating seemed the easiest due to my current condition.
"I know you're a big girl, it's the little girl I'm worried about." He bent down and rubbed my belly again, kissing it as he went along.
"I'll be fine George. I promise. Besides, I have Fred, McGonagall and dare I say it. Snape. He's not going to let a pregnant lady get run over by a hoard of students, I can promise you that." I said while picking up my wand from the top of the fireplace.
George seemed a bit nervous but agreed to let me go since I really wanted to. "Ok love. If you really want to. And while you're gone, I'll think of some more baby names. How about that?"
"Sounds good. I'll do the same then."
I slipped on some boots that were by the front door and kissed George one last time before waving my wand around and disappearing into thin air.
