Five Months Later
The last few months of my wife's pregnancy went by faster then I thought, and before we knew it we welcomed, Alexander Ronald Weasley, into the world. He came a month before due, and was definitely my son, twenty-one inches, and weighed eight pounds. Dark auburn hair, and blue eyes, with a hint of brown around the center. Now he was almost a month in three days.
Mom had asked us to leave Alexander with them, so I could take my wife out, of course being new parents we ended up being back at the Burrow in an hour. Not that we didn't enjoy our thirty minute meal, and the quick walk through moms garden, trying to stay out of view from my parents, so they wouldn't think we didn't trust them. It didn't help matters much, when my sister leaned outside the upstairs menu, and called for us to get in the house, since we were already back.
Mom came downstairs, with my son in her arms, smiling at my wife, and me, "So did you have time to inhale the meal?"
My wife hurried to my mom, and started kissing our son, while mom just held him with a smile on her face. She looked at my mom, and returned the smile, "Thank you Molly, it was nice to get out, we probably woud had been gone longer but a couple brought there baby to the resteurant and before we knew it we were both on our way home," she removed our son from moms arms, and held him close to her causing him to start making sucking sounds with his mouth, "Well someone is hungry."
"Or horny," George said, as he came into the house with Anya, both grinning.
Anya smacked my brother, as she made her way to greet our parents, "I don't know how you dealt with that husband of mine."
Hermione adjusted Alexander in her arms, as started to go to the kitchen where my mom had some bottles premade incase we visited, "I got Bill used to drinking out of a bottle, instead of depending on my breast, the tip you gave me was helpful. Thanks Molly."
I laughed when I noticed my mom blush a little, "She meant the baby mom, Alexander," I watched as my wife came back into the room, staring at us confused.
"What happened?" She held the bottle to my sons mouth, as she looked at my brother, who wasn't hiding his amusement from her, "What did you do now, George?" She sat on the couch, and turned her focus to our son.
I joined my wife on the couch, and leaned into her and whipered, "You just thanked mom for giveing you that tip on getting me to drink from the bottle, instead of depending on your breast."
My wife's eyes widened, as her cheeks turned a nice shade of red, "I meant Alexander."
"Sure you did," My George answered.
Mom smacked my brother, as she changed the topic, "What brings you two here?"
My brother wrapped his wife in his arms, and grinned at our parents, "Anya, and I are going to have a baby."
Mom pulled Anya into a bone crushing hug, "Authur, can't you believe we're going to be welcoming another Weasley baby into this family," she quickly released Anya, as she hurried into the kitchen, "Let's have some coa coa, and chocolate cake to warm you up before walking home Bill, and Hermione, also to celebrate the new baby coming.
Six Months Later
Oliver Granger, about five-ten, two hundred and ten pounds, pure muscles, and my own father in-law. He was a descent man, but there was something about him that could make myself a bit on edge, probably the was the fact he saw me as the man who was shagging his daughter. Of course that was all in my head, according to my wife.
Jean Granger, five-six, and the sweetest woman I knew, besides my mother. She didn't make me nervous, but feel more like I was at home in her home, she was almost like the muggle version of my mom.
We were at my inlaws house, spending the weekend with them, so they were able to be with there grandson. So here I am sitting in the living room, sitting across Oliver, while holding my son. The first time I met them was the weekend after there daughter, and I got married, and that was harder then almost anything I Had gone through. Trying explaining to people you never met that you married there daughter, who at the time wanted to be anywhere but with me at the time, and then tell them about having to become pregnant in less then a year. Yeah, not the best icebreaker.
"So, Mione tells me, your father is fascinated by muggle's as she put it," Oliver leaned in towards me, and stroked his grandsons cheek.
"Yes, absolutely. He pretty much drowns my wife, and brother inlaw with questions about everything to do with muggles," I looked down at my sleeping son, "His biggest interest with muggles at the moment it fishing, he keeps asking Harry about the sport, and how exactly it works. Not much fishing in the magic world."
"Fishing, well I actually go fishing every Saturday, around four in the morning, till eight in the morning, perhaps your father, and you would want to join me sometime," He stood and walked to a log book case against the back wall, and started pulling out five books, then set them in front of me, "Your father can actually have these, I read them already, all about diffrent types of fish, an dfishing techniques," he clapped his hand, causing me to jump a little, and my son to stir as he hurried back to the book case, bringing another book back, "Here this book might interest you father and you, it has every muggle sport ever listed."
I smiled at the other man, who my wife obviously got her love for knowledge, and reading from, "Thank you sir."
"Your family has been good to my girl," He smiled as he lifted his grandson from my arms, and sat in the arm chair, "I would like to get to know your parents, and this will be a good way to bond."
"I heard bonding," My wife looked at her father nervously, before sitting beside me on the couch, she noticed the stack of books, "Fishing, Sports, what's going on?"
I wrapped my arm around her waiste, and smiled, :"Was explaining to your father about my dads latest muggle fascination with fishing."
"I invited your husbanf, and extended the invitation to your father inlaw, thought it would be good to bond with your inlaws," He winked at his daughter, and smiled as Jean took a seat on the arm of the chair he sat in, and wrapped her arm across the back of the chair, "Jean dear, perhaps you, and Molly can plan a girls night, or something."
She smiled at her husband, then looked at me, "Do you think your mother would be interested?"
"I am sure they would love to get to know about the ones who raised such a brilliant woman," I smiled at my wife, who now was blushing.
She rested her head on my shoulder.
Four Months Later
I sat in the living room beside my wife, watching as she levitated my moms lamp in the air, moving it to the opposite side of the room just as Harry would go to turn it on, "Not that this isn't funny to watch, but I would like to know if you have reason for this?"
"She likes to make me think I am going crazy," Harry answered from where he was sitting, he looked at my wife, "Remember Ginny, and you use to do stuff like that all the time with Ron, and me."
My wife faked innocent, "Me?" She looked at me, wrapping her arms around mine, "Bill, are you going to let him accuse me like that?"
I grinned as I got to my feet, "I will take care of him, dear," I turned my attention to where my brother in-law was sitting, "But first I am going to see if mon has any of her chocolate cookies left."
She for to her own feet, and crossed her arms, "Some husband you make. I am going to check on Alexander, upstairs," she winked at me, as she hurried up the steps to her old room, from when she moved in with my mom after her graduation. and Ron died.
I grinned as I got to my own feet, "I think I will check on my son with you."
"You two are so obvious," Harry shouted as I hurried up the stairs.
When I got to my wife's room, I found her laying on the bed with our son snuggled in her arms staring at her.
She smiled at me when I joined her on the bed, "He is getting big isn't he, only six months old."
I patted my sons stomach, as I placed a gentle kiss to his red head, "He sure is, and I might add, he also seems to have a good sense of beauty."
"Why do you say that?" She rolled to her side with our son still cradled in her arm, whiled her other arm rested on top of my hand, which was placed over his stomach still.
"Well he hasn't taken his eyes off of you, since I entered the room," I smiled as she stared into our sons eyes, "Bill?"
I stared at her, as she continued to stare down at Alexander, "Hmmm?"
"While I was at the Leakey Cauldron this morning with Ginny, and the baby, there were some guys talking about the marraige law coming to an end soon," She leaned in, and kissed our sons forehead, and stroked his hair gently, as a tear slid down her cheek.
"Oh," Was all I could manage to get out, without sounding worried. I kissed the back of my sons head, as he remained focused on the woman cradleing him, my wife.
"I don't think we should stay together just for the childrens sake, if there isn't reason to," She looked up at me, with watery gold like eyes, "Is there?"
I caught her eyes, and was tempted to jump on her, and wrap her in my arms, but since our baby was in between us, I just rested my arm over hers, which laid across our sons chest. "Hermione, you gave me a beautiful son, and a life i never thought I would beable to have again, I don't want you to leave me, I-"
"Bill, come down here!" My mom was heard from downstairs.
My wife sat on the edge of the bed, and held our son, as she got to her feet, "I think I will take Alexander back to 'Shell's Cottage', and put him to bed, first I am going to say good bye to your mom."
