Christmas was two weeks away, and Diagon Alley was bombarded with shoppers. After a long day of work, George finally flooded home at half past six. Katherine was in the livingroom, going through boxes of decorations. Looking up, she smiled.
"Hi honey, how was work?" she asked, as he walked over to her.
He grunted, making her giggle. "That bad, huh?" she asked, kissing him sofly.
George nodded and hugged her, "Don't worry, it's only two more weeks, and then it'll die down a bit.." she told him.
"I know, dear. Now, enough about my day. How was yours?" he asked, as they sat down on the sofa.
Katherine sighed, "It was pretty good. Mum came to visit, she brought some food over for us, so that means I don't have to cook tonight.."; she said, with a sigh.
George laughed, "Oh, and I have a doctors appointment this Saturday at noon, so you'll have to try to get out of work a little early, or go in late" she said, with a shrug.
George nodded, "Okay.. we'll have to figure something out, without giving it away" he said.
It had been almost four days, since Katherine had told George, that they were having a baby. After a long conversation, they had decided that keeping it on the downlow for a while, would be best. On Christmas day, they would tell the family, while having dinner at The Burrow.
"I hope your Mother didn't notice anything.. I got really sick again after you left" she told him, pulling herself into his lap.
"Knowing her, she probably knows that you were impregnated with the Weasley seed.." he said, with a yawn.
Katherine began to laugh, "George!" she cried. George smiled, and she shook her head.
"Come on, I'll warm up some of that food and then you can help me with this stuff" she said, pointing to the boxes on the floor.
George groaned, "How about you feed me, and then we'll deal with all that this weekened, since the shop is closed?" he suggested.
Katherine sighed, "Fine.. and I'm only agreeing with you, because I'm too hungry to fight with you" she said, standing up.
The next morning, Katherine and George were in the livingroom, digging through the boxes. After an hour or so, the livingroom was nearly covered in twinkling lights and garland. George bewitched an ornament of St. Nicholas, to fly around the tree. Katherine placed red and green candles on the fireplace and the tables, lighting them with her wand.
"Honestly George, could you not do that?" she asked, taking a box off the floor. She sat down on the sofa and put her feet up on the table.
George looked over at her and frowned, "Not do what?" he asked, as the ornament flew around the tree again. Katherine looked at him and he nodded quickly, pointing his wand at the Santa. It was worth getting his wife angry at him, over a stupid flying Santa.
"Okay, no more flying objects.." he said, getting up off the floor. He made his way over to the sofa and sat down next to her, and she immediatly put her head down on his lap, and her legs over the arm of the couch. George looked down at her and grinned.
Katherine rolled her eyes, "I don't feel good today" she stated, making a face. George put his hand on her stomach and rubbed it softly, Katherine closed her eyes and groaned, pulling her legs up.
"I blame you for this.. if you just did a c-" but she stopped suddenly, her eyes popping open. George frowned and she quickly got off the sofa and ran down the hall, slamming the bathroom door behind her.
George sat in shock, amazed at how fast his wife went from being mad, to puking her brains out. "Merlin, what have I done?" he asked, himself, as he heard Katherine puke again.
"GEORGE!" she shouted, and he quickly got off the sofa and ran down the hall.
