"Honey, I get the feeling that you're angry with me" George said one night, as they got ready for bed.

Katherine was in the bathroom, brushing her teeth, exhausted after a long day at work. Stepping out of the bathroom, toothbrush still in her mouth, she frowned at her husband. The long talk she had with Molly, was still replaying in her head. It drove her mad. Every little thing that she was going to experience throughout her pregnancy, and what she was supposed to tell George.

"Katie, did you hear me?" George asked, as he turned the sheets down on their bed.

Katherine quickly went to rinse out her mouth and placed the toothbrush back on the counter. Turning the light off, she walked over to the bed and pulled the pillows down.

"I heard you. I'm not angry at you.. why would you think that?" she asked, picking up the alarm clock. Turning the alarm off, she set it back down on the nightstand and went to fetch a sweatshirt from the closet.

"Well, you haven't really spoken to me since the other day" he said, closing the blinds.

Katherine snorted, as she picked up the sweatshirt. "I don't know what you are talking about, George" she said.

George shook his head, "If it's about the whole cooking thing, then that's really silly. You know I love your cooking! I just wanted you to stay off your feet, because you were running around the house all day" he said, as she tried to pull the sweatshit over her head.

"George! I am not mad at you, so could you please just stop with the shit!" she snapped, giving up on the sweatshirt.

Pulling it off, she tossed it back into the closet, and walked over to the bed. Pulling the sheets up to her waist, she sat up in bed, fuming. With her arms folded across her chest, George debated on even setting one foot into bed, afraid that she would lash out on him. Suddenly, Katherine glared at him, and George quickly got into bed and didn't say a word. Turning the lamps off, the settled down into the warmth of the bed and neither one of them said a word.

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The next morning, Katherine woke up alone in bed. Getting up, she went to the bathroom, brushed her hair and teeth, then made her way out into the kitchen.

"George?" she called out, opening the fridge. After finding nothing that would settle her sour stomach, she put a pot of water on and grabbed glass out of the cabinet.

The flat was silent, which wasn't normal on a Saturday morning. Katherine knew that the shop was closed, since it was the weekened, and George was always up at this time to make them breakfast. Pouring water into the cup, Katherine settled at the table and drank her tea silently. After a few moments, she heard a noise in the livingroom, signaling that someone had arrived- via floo. Moments later, George stepped into the kitchen.

"I'm sorry for annoying you last night" he said softly, looking at her.

Katherine nodded, and stood up from the table. Making her way over to the sink, she placed her empty mug down on the counter. She opened her mouth to speak, but instead of words coming out, her dinner from last night did. Instantly, George was at her side, holding her hair back with one hand, and rubbing her back with the other.

As Katherine retched and gagged, George spoke to her soothingly. "It's alright, It's alright" he repeated, turning the faucet on. Once she finished, Katherine rinsed her mouth out and George turned the sink off. Grabbing a dish towel from the drawer, he wiped Katherine's face down.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you," she said, looking at him. "Can I go back to bed now?" she asked.

George nodded and led her down the hall to their room, and helped her back into bed. After conjuring up a glass of water, a box of tissues and saltines, Katherine was snuggled up in bed. George left the wastebasket from the bathroom, on her side of the bed, and sat next to Katherine. After she fell back asleep, George quietly got out of bed and changed into an old pair of sweatpants and a ratty old shirt.

He wrote a quick note to his parents, and told them that he and Katherine would not be coming over for lunch that day, and sent it off with Daisy. Once the owl was out of view, George shut the window, leaving a big enough space for Dasiy to get through, and went back into the bedroom. Climbing back into bed, George wrapped his arm around Katherine's body, and he too, fell back into a peaceful slumber.