Last night Harry and I got married. It was the best day of my life. I drank so much firewhiskey that I because sleepy and Harry carried me all the way up the Burrow stairs. We then fell asleep around 4 am!
I walked downstairs and a smell of sizzling bacon hit me. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting at the table.
"You're just in time for breakfast Ginny dear." Mum said, coming out of the kitchen. She placed 2 large plates of pancakes and bacon on the table.
Hermione and Ron were just about to pile their plates with food when we all heard the sound of crying,
"Oh my, Freddy's up from his nap already! Excuse me..." said Hermione getting up from the table.
"No, no dear, Grandmum's got him. You enjoy your meal." said Mum.
"Thank you so much." said Hermione.
If you haven't figured out yet, Freddy is Ron and Hermione's baby boy. Named after my brother Fred, he had bright, red Weasley hair at 6 months old.
"So Harry, Ginny, planning on having any kids?" Ron said, winking at us.
"I don't know..." said Harry.
I had gone bright red and was eating my food. I had eaten a lot so far. I was so hungry...
Suddenly, I felt my stomach lurch. I ran to the nearest window and puked out of it. "Ginny, are you alright?" Harry looked at me worriedly.
"Yeah...Yeah I'm fine." I breathed and ran upstairs
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Later, Harry and I lay in our bed.
"Harry, last night was a bit of a blur. Tell me what you did to me last night."
"Well I carried you into bed, took off my clothes and yours and you started coming up to me and then the next thing you know..."
"Okay, okay! That's enough! But Harry, the overeating, the puking, the tiredness! Do you know what this means?"
"What?"
"I could be pregnant!"
Okay, this is the first chapter! I know it's short, so sorry. This is my first fanfic! R&R everyone!