A/N: Sorry, guys. I just lost muse for this, and then it suddenly came back. So hopefully it'll stay this time and I can finish this out.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter
I.
Carleen apparrated into the shop looking completely frazzled. Her eyes were wide and in her arm was a thirteen month old, Georgina. She brushed her messy hair from her brown eyes and huffed loudly. She stopped on of the workers and asked where George was, and once she had her answer she started off to the location. The back room. Carleen flicked her wand and the door flew open. George looked up from what he was working on and over at his sister-in-law.
"Are you okay?" he asked as an amused smiled played on his lips.
"She said it," Carleen said as she placed an squirming Georgina on the floor. The toddler walked over to her uncle slowly. She'd been walking for about two months and she was becoming a real pain in the ass.
"Said what?" George asked as he picked her up.
"Dada," Georgia babbled.
George's face paled. "Oh."
"This is horrible."
"Where's Fred?" George asked.
Carleen shot him a look. "Dead, you idiot."
"Your son."
Carleen looked as if she'd been slapped. "Shit," she cussed uncharacteristically. She disapparated out of the room, and then apparrated back a moment later, with a very angry looking Fred on her hip. "I'm so sorry. Mummy, didn't mean to leave you. No, she didn't." Carleen sat down and Fred cuddled against her, in true Mama's Boy fashion. "What are we going to do?" she asked as she ran her fingers through her son's red hair. "She thinks you her dad."
"I know," George placed Georgina on the ground and watched her walk across the room. "Georgia," he said. "Put that down." The girl obeyed and walked around more. "Should I move out?"
"No, no, she'd die if you did that." Carleen sighed and gently pulled her daughter's red ponytail and smiled. "I guess, we just wait until she's old enough to understand, and hope that this one doesn't start in on it too."
"Okay," George agreed.
II.
"Why isn't he walking like her?" George asked.
Carleen looked up from her book and watched her son walking around the table slowly, while his sister walked circles around him. She'd noticed it too, however she just assumed that it was normal. She knew that they would develop differently. Georgina walked better than Fred, but Fred talked more fluently than Georgina, and he didn't use the 'd' word. However, at fifteen months she assumed that he should be walking properly.
"Well, he's doing it without assistance," Carleen said. "Georgina, don't put that in your mouth," she said, looking at her daughter from the corner of her eye. "So he's still got time."
"Are you sure?" he asked again.
"I'm sure that he's still got time," Carleen nodded confidently.
"And what are we going to do about her and the 'd' word?"
Carleen sighed. The word had become more prominent in her vocabulary. George tried his best not to answer to it, but sometimes he had to. Fred still hadn't said it. Which he was glad about. He could crush the hopes of both his niece and nephew. Fred walked over to George and pulled on the leg of his trousers.
"Dada."
Carleen dropped her book and tried her best to bite back a scream. "Are you kidding me?" she shouted as she looked up at the ceiling. "Really? I couldn't have one kid that didn't think that George was its dad?" Carleen closed her brown eyes and leaned on George's shoulder." Marry me?" George chuckled. "You look just like him, they would never know."
"I'm not going to do that. I think that Fred would kill me if I did. Plus you're like Ginny to me, I would never."
Carleen groaned. "I hate you."
"I love you, too."
III.
After a long fight with Georgina, Carleen finally managed to get her into the bathtub. She never understood why her daughter never liked to take baths. It was just unheard of. She knew for a fact that she loved to take baths when she was a kid. That used to be her favorite part of the day. Fred wasn't as bad, but he didn't like baths either.
"You look like hell," George commented as she exited the bathroom with Georgina on her hip. It looked more like Gina had given Carleen a bath, versus the other way around. Carleen was soaked to the bone. Every visible article of clothing she was wearing was covered in water. Her hair, that retained water like no one's business, was dripped on to the carpet. George pulled out his wand and pointed it at her. The water immediately disappeared from her body. "There you go."
"Thank you," the brunette seethed. "You can bathe her from henceforth."
George chuckled and took the toddler from his sister. "I don't think that I'll be doing that. I'll read to them though."
Carleen yawned. "You know that's my thing. If you read to them they might think that you're their mom too," Carleen joked. George shot her a look. "But I'm too tired to do it. So you can do it."
Carleen walked off to her bedroom and collapsed on the bed. She was glad that George had done the spell to dry her clothes, because she wouldn't be able to think of it now. She was beyond tired. As she brown eyes fluttered close, she heard a sound in her room. The brunette sat up and was greeted by three pairs of blue eyes, George, Gina, and Fred.
"I'm gonna read to everyone," George commented as the children climbed on to the bed. "We're going to read Goodnight Moon." Fred snuggled against his mother and Gina did as well. Carleen just rolled over on to her stomach and buried her face into her pillow. "You can't see the pictures that way, Carls." When Carleen didn't respond George poked her with the cover of the book. "Carleen," he sang. Gina pulled at her mother's pigtail and Fred push her side. Faintly, George could hear Carleen's soft breathing. She'd fallen asleep that quickly. The two year old twins were a handful, but had they worn her out that much? "What did you guys do today?" George asked the twins.
"Mama took us to," Fred paused.
"Diagon Alley," Gina finished for him.
"Oh," George said. The realization hit him. She'd had to play twin rangier all day in a crowded alley.
"Fred ran away," Gina continued.
"Did not."
"Did so."
"Not."
"SO!"
"NOT!"
"Shh," George quieted. "Come on, we'll read our story somewhere else."
"Why, Dada?" Gina asked. George's face paled as it always did when one of the twins called him that.
"Mama's asleep," Fred answered.
"Well wake her up," Gina said as she made a motion to push Carleen.
George stopped her and pulled her away from her mother. "No," he scolded as he pulled the blanket over his sister. "Come on, Fred."
The boy kissed his mother's cheek. "Night, Mama."
