Date: April 1, 2011
Chapter 8: Birthday Surprises
'Seven months and I look nine,' Angelina huffed to herself as she looked in the bathroom mirror.
'I think you look beautiful,' came a voice from the doorway, and Angelina turned to see George leaning against the frame.
'Happy birthday, George,' she said, kissing him.
'Thanks,' he said, smiling.
'Happy birthday, Daddy!' yelled a voice, and George let out a little 'oof!' as he was attacked by a tiny creature with red hair.
'Freddie, why don't you go and get Daddy's present?' Angelina asked, pulling her son off of George.
Fred nodded so quickly Angelina thought he might get whiplash, and then he raced out of the room. He came back a minute later with a sloppily wrapped gift. 'I wrapped it myself,' Fred explained gleefully.
'I think you did it perfectly,' George assured him. He carefully unwrapped the gift to find a silver watch. 'Thank you, Fred,' George said, kissing his son. 'How did you know I needed a new watch?'
'I figured it out all by myself!' Fred said proudly, but when George looked at Angelina he knew she had told Fred that George needed a watch. It didn't matter, it was the thought that counted.
'Well, it's perfect,' George said, slipping it on. 'What's for breakfast?'
Angelina smiled. 'Come down soon and you'll see,' she said.
George smiled and brushed his teeth quickly. Then he went downstairs to find Angelina making an omelet and hash-brown. 'My favourite,' he said, grabbing a plate from the cupboard.
'I know,' Angelina said, smiling. 'Come on, Freddie, I'll give you scrambled eggs.'
'Yay!' Fred said delightedly.
'Mummy, can I feel the babies?' Fred clambered up on the bed beside Angelina, who smiled.
'Of course you can.' She directed his hand to the place where she had last felt a kick.
Fred gasped as one of the babies kicked him. 'Oh,' he said. 'I'm going to tell Daddy.' He raced out of the room, and Angelina smiled.
But she was only happy for a moment.
She heard a scream and a series of thuds, then a shout from George: 'Ange!'
Angelina raced out of the room to find Fred out cold at the bottom of the stairs. 'He must have fallen down,' George said worriedly. He knelt by his son. 'What do we do?' he asked frantically.
Angelina thought fast. 'Take him to St Mungo's!' she yelled. George scooped him up and raced to the fireplace, Angelina close behind. 'St Mungo's Emergency Room!' she cried, and they disappeared in a flash of green.
