an: This is a songfic using "Small Bump" by Ed Sheeran. I highly recommend listening to the song while you read, or in general. Actually, I highly recommend listening to anything by Ed Sheeran at any time of day and any social situation. He is a genius, and his music is always appropriate.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the song lyrics in this story. Obviously, as I am posting this on a fanfiction website, I also do not own the characters.
You were just a small bump unborn
for four months, then brought to life.
It's a dreary September evening, the kind where the ground is padded with leaves and the bare-branched trees drip fat raindrops onto the sleepy earth.
George rushes Angelina into the Burrow, his tired eyes alight with something almost manic, but finally alive.
Without pausing to say hello, he throws his arms around his mother.
"We're pregnant!"
The words leave his mouth in a rush of air and tears.
"I just know he'll be a boy." He says.
"We'll name him Fred." He says.
You might be left with my hair,
But you'll have your mother's eyes.
The first thing George does is paint their spare room blue. He works with feverish diligence for twenty-four hours straight, stopping only once to use the restroom.
He buys an old wooden crib, and he and Angelina spend their time looking at changing tables and mobiles and footie pajamas.
He asks his mom to knit a little maroon sweater with a big green F on it.
I'll hold you tightly,
Give you nothing but truth,
If you're not inside me,
I'll put my future in you.
After two months, Angelina begins to feel faint. Her abdomen aches, and her face looks gaunt.
She's put on bed rest for the duration of her pregnancy.
You are my one and only,
You can wrap your fingers round my thumb
And hold me tight,
And you'll be alright.
George lies with her at night and talks to her stomach. He shares his hopes and fears, his stupid jokes. He tells the baby about his twin brother, and how much he misses him. He asks the baby not to resent him if he expects a best friend instead of a son. Some nights, he cries.
You can lie with me,
With your tiny feet.
When you're half asleep,
I'll leave you be.
The next two months fly by for George, and drag on for Angelina.
He goes for drinks with Ron one night. He kisses Angelina once on the forehead and twice on the stomach. He reminds her that the neighbors are home. He leaves with a smile.
And Angelina gets restless.
"Five minutes on a broom can't hurt."
Right in front of me,
For a couple weeks,
She doesn't realize how weak her limbs have gotten.
So I can keep
She gets into the air and immediately touches back down.
You
Her knees buckle and she falls, her arms cradling the small bump protruding from her middle.
Safe.
George sees her huddled form on the ground just as he's arriving. He picks her up and carries her to bed. He sits at her bedside and, for the first time in a long time, he prays.
You were just a small bump unborn,
For four months, then torn from life.
Angelina wakes up to a sharp pain and dried blood between her legs.
Maybe you were needed up there,
But we're still unaware as why.