It wasn't until later that evening when a buzzing Lyra got the chance to sit down and talk to her husband. He was still in Romania, so she had to wait until his shift was complete before she could contact him using the mirrors that Sirius had taught the two of them to charm. This was not news that she wanted to share through Hedwig and Bertram, Charlie's owl, for although it was normally a safe form of communication, several underhand journalists had been known to forcefully pluck owls out of the sky and read the contents of their letters.

So far, Lyra's letters had been safe. But news of their children would undoubtedly be the letter that would get read, and using the mirror would be faster as well – even though both tended to prefer using letters to keep in touch.

She spent the day with Fleur, and both women were on cloud nine as they floated around Shell Cottage tending to Victoire. Lyra knew she would not be able to withhold such important news from Ron or Hermione, were she to see them in this state, and as such avoided them for the remainder of the day. It wasn't a hard thing to do, however. Her two best friends were spending the day at Hermione's parents house, and so she would not see them again until Monday when they all returned to work. If either of them saw her the way she was that day, neither would give up until she told them why she could not stop smiling. Hermione especially would ask insistently, and Lyra would not be able to hide her pregnancy any longer.

But she wanted her babies' father to know first.

Once his shift was over, Charlie returned to his cabin immediately. The mirror that his wife would contact him through never left his side, even through preparing dinner or getting changed. It wasn't until he had finished dinner that it clouded, and he almost tripped in his haste to reach it.

"Hello, Ly" Charlie said with a happy smile on his face as soon as he saw hers, "did you see the midwife?" Lyra grinned at him, an added twinkle in her eye.

"Yes" she simply stated, before adding "I saw Fleur's favourite one, Madam Dixon, and our babies are due at the end of October." A blissful smile crossed her face as she said so, and it was soon matched by an equally foolish smile on Charlie's face as he realised what she'd said.

"Babies?" he simply asked, and Lyra nodded.

"We're having twins, Charlie" she told him, and suddenly he was speechless. Just minutes before, her husband had believed he was to be a father to one very much wanted and longed for child, and suddenly his dream had doubled in the space of seconds. Silence pierced the air as he was tried to process the news, and he almost didn't notice the worried look on Lyra's face.

"Charlie?" she asked, hesitantly, "You are happy... aren't you?"

Her worried voice immediately returned him to the present, and he hastened to reassure her that he was merely speechless, but that she had made him the happiest man alive, that he was simply overjoyed, and ecstatically, and blissfully, imagining their family. His babies. His children. He loved them already.

The rest of their conversation was all besotted smiles and tender looks, filled with the love they shared. It went on for hours, until Charlie remembered the time and hastened to tell Lyra she should rest. Sleep. Keep her energy up.

He blew kisses through the mirror, bade her goodnight, and reminded her tenderly that he would be home the following day.

That night, Lyra fell asleep in their bed with a smile upon her face. Her twins rested in her stomach, and one hand instinctively lay across her stomach protectively. It was in that position that Charlie found her. He had been unable to sleep and had managed to start his week off early, rushing home as soon as he was able. He got into bed behind her, and like his wife, his hand instantly sought his children. He clasped her hand in his own, and lay wide-awake as she slept, marvelling at the thought that his children lay just inches away from his hand.