Date: March 10, 2011

Chapter 7: Questions

'Mummy?'

'What is it, Fred?'

'Sit?'

Angelina smiled. 'Of course you can sit with me. Come here.' She picked up her son and placed him on what little lap she had left.

'Where the babies?' Fred asked, snuggling against his mother's large stomach.

'They're right here, in my tummy,' Angelina said, placing a hand on it.

'Why don't they come out?'

'Because they're not big enough yet, sweetheart,' Angelina replied. 'They have to grow in here for a while first, and then they'll come out.'

'When?'

'In a few months, Freddie. Just a few more months until you meet your new brothers or sisters.'

Fred nodded and kissed his mother's stomach. 'I can't wait.'

Angelina smiled with tears in her eyes. Fred was going to be an amazing older brother.


'Here comes the broomstick!' Angelina directed a spoon of peas into Fred's mouth.

'Mummy?' Fred asked, after he had finished chewing.

'Yes?'

'Where did the babies come from?' George choked on his potatoes.

'Oh, I'll let Daddy answer that one,' Angelina said lightly. 'George, what do you think?' George spluttered indignantly as Angelina left the table under the pretense of getting water.

'Erm, well...' George's ears turned red. 'You see, son...when a man...there's a thing...the stork...' Fred stared innocently at his father, who went redder than humanly possible. 'See, there's this magic, called love magic. And when two people love each other very much, this love magic causes a baby to be created,' George invented wildly. 'Okay?'

'Okay,' Fred said, and George sighed in relief.

'How did it go?' Angelina asked, coming back with a glass of water.

'Perfect,' George grumbled. 'You can give him the talk, when he needs that.'

'No, I don't think so,' Angelina said cheerfully, and George banged his head on the table while Fred laughed.