AN: I own nothing...
Chapter 4
Those first few months of married life sped by fast, and we soon found our selves in the month of October. 3w's biggest selling month.
And I was 6th months pregnant, much to George's dismay. He was having trouble dealing with my mood swings. I'd be happy one minuet and then sobbing on the couch the next.
Today was one of the particular days
I found my self digging through a box of books, on loan from Hermione. They were making room for their own Wood baby.
I saw a book, I flipped it open to read the title on the inside was some stuff Fred had obviously written.
"hmm what are you doing in here?"
I flipped through it, it was just a potions book, obviously Hermione lent it to Fred at one point.
I felt the tears start to well up in my eyes. after 6 months, I was still hurting.
I heard George come out from the kitchen,
"Maggie, what's wrong?" he said sitting down next to me
I sobbed
He cautiously put an arm around me
"no.. don't touch me!" I said backing away
"I know I am not Fred-"
"no you aren't!" I said
"and you have to learn to deal with the fact that I am your husband, I can't replace Fred and I never said I would try. I am just trying to be a good husband and comfort you"
I stared at him
"but obviously you don't want my help, or me around at all" he said going to the door
I heard he door slam and George race down the steps
I knew I had just screwed up big time.
I was still having trouble accepting the fact that George was now my husband.
He was sleeping on the couch the first month, until I had gotten used to him.
Now that he moved into the bedroom, at night I squished my self to my side of the bed just so I wasn't touching him.
Every look from him, or accidental touch, felt like I was betraying Fred.
I knew I wasn't. Fred was gone and I couldn't change that.
"I think it's time to just accept this" I said to no one in particular
I sat in kitchen waiting for George to return. He didn't come back until late that night around 1am.
I sat drinking my tea
"oh..you're still up" he said dropping his coat on the kitchen chair
I nodded
"look, I'm sorry I yelled at you, I know it's still difficult for you." he sighed running a hand through his hair.
"it's okay" I said getting up and putting my cup in the sink
I turned around and he was still standing there
I suddenly wrapped my arms around him.
He hesitated a second, but then returned the hug.
I breathed in, his scent was different. Sweet and musky all at the same time.
Nothing like what I would have imagined. I started to get light headed from him holding me.
I pulled away suddenly
"I'm sorry" I said walking out of the kitchen
"aw.. I was enjoying that.." he said pouting
I turned around and stuck my tongue out at him
"so childish" he said rolling his eyes and going to the fridge.
I was already in bed, and half asleep when George came in.
He slid in next to me and turned off the light
I didn't move over, but stayed where I was.
I could feel him move around to get comfortable..
He finally stopped, with him on his side, hand under the pillow and facing me.
His hand awkwardly placed on his other arm
"comfortable?" I said
"oh..very" he said smiling
I laughed
"you are such a liar" I said
"I am very comfortable" he laughed
I sighed and rolled my eyes.
I moved over to him so now I was facing away from him, I took his arm and wrapped it around me.
"better?"
"why…Maggie, are you throwing yourself at me?" he smiled
"oh yes…George..take me" I said dramatically, rolling my eyes
"oh..gladly" he said
"George!" I said pulling away
"I was only kidding" he said reaching out for my arm
"I would never do that to you….not unless you wanted me to" he said
"I know…I think I got carried away" I said pulling away from his embrace and moved back over to my side
"I know you are pouting…if you promise to be good, I can move back over there" I said
"I promise..I'll be good" he said
We went back into the spooning position
The next morning, I woke up to George's hand on my swollen belly
I flipped over, so I was facing him.
He was nothing like Fred.
He was more playful with everything, he wasn't so focused on serious things all the time like Fred was.
George loved to play, Fred did when it was just us
But George likes to just play with and tease everyone.
I was finding out little quirks of his, like he likes reading before bed sometimes.
He loves to sing, especially in the shower, he hates the color yellow, he hates banana's obviously something to do with his hatred for the color yellow.
He has no clue how to cook anything other than spaghetti and he wants to have a daughter.
And Fred was basically the opposite, except he loved to sing too.
I felt George sigh, and he yawned big
"stop staring at me" he said with his eyes closed
"faker, I wasn't staring" I said
"right…you weren't staring" he said opening his eyes
"ok..well for like two seconds"
"ha! More like a minuet" he said
He was staring at me like he wanted to kiss me.
I bit my bottom lip, thinking
I felt his hand come up and brush the hair out of my face and his hand stayed on my cheek.
"Maggie.."
"George we shouldn't" I said pulling his hand away
"and why not?"
"I just still don't feel right about it, I am trying to, I really am"
"it's gonna happen eventually you know" he said pulling away
"I know" I nodded and getting out of bed
I know it was kinda short, i just finished writing chapter 7, and currently working on 8.
Reviews are good...they make me want to write more ;)
-M