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CHAPTER 10

When Pansy woke up in the morning, she was back on the bed in their room. She realised George might have carried her back after she had fallen asleep in his arms. He could have easily used the Enlargement charm on the little bed they slept on to make it more commodious for both of them, but instead, he took the trouble to carry her to the cosier bed and make her more comfortable. Though he was not physically present, she knew he didn't leave her side during the night.

Pansy felt sick again as she had woken up abruptly. She sensed something happening in the living room, and it had disturbed her peaceful sleep. Yes, she heard it! George was arguing with a woman, and she couldn't recognise the elderly bossy voice. The argument seemed not to be a heated one. Pansy felt George's voice was more worried than angered.

"Let me see the girl!" The woman demanded.

"She is sleeping, and I don't want you to disturb her sleep."

"I have no such intention." The woman huffed.

"Don't yell at her."

"Why would I yell at her?"

"Nothing's her fault."

The woman sighed. "I know George. You have mentioned that over and over again."

"Just don't make her scared or worried."

"Look, George, you asked my help. I'm here to help. So let me HELP! Now stand aside and let me in. I want to see the girl."

Pansy heard a sudden shuffling noise, probably the woman had pushed George aside and marched in. In a second she was face to face with a short, plump woman with fiery red hair. Although she didn't show any anger or hatred towards Pansy, the young witch was intimidated by the presence of the Weasley matriarch. She clung on to the quilt tightly and held it in her steel grip while looking at the older woman nervously.

"Good! You are awake." Molly huffed ignoring the young woman's scared response to her presence. "Take this and have it before you get off from the bed." She ordered attempting to pass a brown coloured vial into Pansy's hand.

Pansy froze realising elder witch's purpose of the visit had something to do with damage control. She was there to protect the Weasley's name from harm. Pansy promised George to keep the baby, but now she felt helpless. She had disobeyed the healer to make him happy, but she was not in a position to go against a family matriarch who was trying her best to keep their family safe from scandals. Pansy looked at the vial but didn't take it in her hand. Molly sighed.

"Look, girl, I'm a mother of seven. I have never in my life time given that cursed potion to anyone who is expecting. Merlin's sake woman! You are carrying my grandchild and why would I give you something to get rid of the poor baby other than protecting both of you?" She asked firmly but in an exasperated voice. "Now drink this. It will help you with your sickness." She ordered.

Pansy slowly reached the vial and drank it in one gulp. It didn't come to effect instantly, but after a minute she experienced its benefit. She felt much better. Her nausea was gone, and the other aches and pains had reduced.

"So you are the Parkinson girl." Molly said after giving ample of time for the potion to kick in. Pansy nodded. "Well, under any other circumstance, if I had ever heard one of my boys romantically involved with the Parkinson heiress, I would be devastated." Pansy's heart sank. "Not that I'm going around and dictating them what to do, but I won't be happy." Pansy looked down with heaviness in her heart. "I never thought in a million years I would say this, but I'm glad you came to George's life. You gave him his life back, and you gave me my son back. I'm deeply in debt for you." Molly added sincerely, and Pansy looked at her in shock. She couldn't believe her ears as she hadn't expected to hear those words from Molly at all.

"I heard you are worried about baby's safety." Molly added. "And I'm here to assure you that we won't let anything bad happen to your child. Our whole family is going to protect the baby from any harm or danger. This baby is going to be spoiled and loved, and I can't wait to welcome my fourth grandchild." She squealed in happiness.

"George told me you have a concern about the child being abused by his future wife. Well-" Molly exhaled bitterly. "- I don't know about this new generation. They go and have children out of wedlock, living together and raising children without getting married and even sometimes separating from partners saying they have changed their minds." She stated in a disapproving tone. "In our time we never went and had children like that, and our marriages are for a lifetime." She sighed. "Sorry, I digressed. I don't think you have a reason to worry about George's future wife. Before you, there hasn't been any woman in his life, and honestly, I thought he would end up single and miserable. Now I can see him heads over heels for you and I can assure you he won't leave you for anyone else." Pansy turned bright red after hearing Molly's words and the older witch continued without stopping although she obviously noticed the younger witch was embarrassed.

"I know St Mungo's won't help you with your pregnancy or the delivery but don't worry I had seven children at home. I can help you and Poppy from Hogwarts is willing to help you as well. I know a couple of other experienced medi-witches and midwife-witches who are willing to help. We can take excellent care of you and the baby. So don't have the slightest doubt about it. I'm happy to assist you with looking after your baby too. Not only this one, but I will also be there to help you with any other children you two are going to have because something tells me you two won't stop having only one child." She said narrowing her eyes.

"Rest child, and please let me know if you need anything." Molly said firmly. "I must go now before he demolishes this place in frustration." She added after hearing the sound of someone dropping something on the floor followed by a foul curse. After stroking Pansy's hair in motherly affection, Mrs Weasley left the room, leaving the poor girl in a mixture of confusion, astonishment and gratitude.

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Pansy spent nearly two months suffering from severe morning sickness. Molly regularly sent her batches of potions to help her, but it didn't help her with the appetite. She lost weight, and George was worried to death and begged his mother to do something about Pansy's health. As a result, she was immediately seen by Hogwarts' residential medi-witch, and she prescribed Pansy with various other nutritional potions. George barely left her side, and the shop was mainly ran by Ron and Whizzy.

One day around the seventeenth week of her pregnancy Pansy woke up in the morning without the longing for throwing up. Her morning sickness was all gone, but she couldn't convince the overprotective George that she was fine. He banned her from doing housework or cooking, but she insisted on doing something other than spending her day lazily in bed. After a couple of more arguments which involved Molly as well, he had given her permission to help Whizzy in the kitchen. Pansy took the kitchen under her control and prepared food without any help from the elf. Her actions made George annoyed, and he had stubbornly refused to eat anything that was made by her leaving Pansy in tears for days. Finally, after Molly's visit and an hour long lecture on the importance of keeping a pregnant woman happy, George came back to normal and slowly started to consume the food she prepared.

Into her twentieth week of pregnancy, Pansy started to feel little flutters in her stomach. At first, she was worried that something might be going to happen, then she realised they were the movement of her baby and there was nothing to be worried. She was having this baby because it was George's wish. Other than growing it inside her body she hadn't felt any connection with the baby before, but with the little flutters and small nudges, she started to form a bond with her child. When no one was around, she began to talk and sing to her baby. She told the baby the stories of her childhood, she told about her late parents, about George and his family and she even told the baby stories about Whizzy, but she never mentioned anything about the war or the dark days of her and George.

As her pregnancy reached seven months, Pansy laid down on the couch due to exhaustion. Her stomach was growing bigger and bigger every day at a rate that her small form couldn't cope with. Her feet started to swell, and her breathing became laboured. She suffered from heart burns and backaches, and her rib cage hurt like hell, so she took regular breaks all the time rather than pushing herself to work hard. While lying on the couch, she helped herself to a glass of cold water and sipped it bit by bit. Then the strangest thing happened. Her baby kicked her hard, and moved away from the coldness. Holding her stomach, a very surprised Pansy jumped up from the couch. She never felt a strong kick from her little one before and wanted to share the experience with the baby's father and ran downstairs like a mad woman, forgetting all her physical discomforts.

George saw her running towards him and expected to hear something worse and heartbreaking. Becoming highly anxious and worried he put up a couple of strong privacy ward by stuttering in fright.

"WHAT'S WRONG? WHAT'S HAPPENED? ARE YOU OK? IS THE BABY OK?" He demanded, wrapping his arms around her protectively.

"WHY ARE YOU HERE? I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME HERE. This place is not safe for you or the baby. Why are you here? You should have sent Whizzy to get me rather than running here yourself." George babbled non-stop in panic.

Without answering him, Pansy took his both hands and placed them firmly on her baby bump and impatiently waited for their baby to react.

"Why?" he asked narrowing his eyes. "Do- do you feel movements? He asked hopefully, and she nodded in excitement. A faint trace of a smile passed across his face as he knelt down on the floor till his face levelled up with the bump.

"Hello, little one." He spoke to the baby affectionately. "I'm your daddy. I want to feel your movements too, can you please move." He begged the child. But the baby was probably too stubborn or too sleepy and didn't react to the father's voice. After several failed attempts of pleading the baby, George gave up and stood up in disappointment. Pansy's face fell in similar disappointment, and she slowly walked back to the apartment whelmed in sadness.

That night sleep didn't come to George quickly. Feeling awful and unfortunate he tossed and turned around as he was impatiently looking forward to feeling his baby's movements since the day he had got to know they were expecting. He was disappointed because his child decided to share those precious moments only with the mother not with him and felt jealous of the soundly sleeping witch next to him. Letting out a big sigh, George spooned the witch and placed his hand over her bump and caringly started to rub it. He didn't have to wait long. Suddenly he felt a little nudge, then another and another. His eyes began to well up, and he didn't attempt to stop the flow of his happy tears. George levelled his face with the bump and started to shower it with kisses.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much, love. I love you more than anything. I can't wait to hold you. You are everything I have." He muttered over and over again.

When he raised his tear stained face, his eyes caught the extremely sleepy and highly confused expression of the witch who was looking at him. George immediately wrapped his arms around her for a bone crushing embrace and buried his face in her silky jet black hair.

"Thank you." He muttered. "Thank you for giving me hope and another reason to live." He nuzzled her hair gently. "I don't know how to repay you or thank you enough." He further added gently rubbing her sore back.

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With April approaching fast Pansy became more and more sluggish and tired, and George became more and more irritated. He snapped at everybody unnecessarily. Like in the past he couldn't seek comfort from alcohol because of Pansy's condition. On the 31st of March, he opened his shop only for a half a day and came home around lunch time. He didn't sit down or have his lunch or even bother to see how Pansy was keeping on instead he started to pace like a madman. Sometimes he muttered to himself or pulled his hair in frustration but never paid attention to the worrying girl in the same room. Pansy was not ignorant like last year she knew the exact reason for George's unusual behaviour but left without knowing a way to help him

Suddenly George felt a gentle touch on his back, and he turned around quickly to yell at the person. He was furious. Yes, she was to be blamed or at least she was partly responsible for Fred's lost. He looked her to yell and pushed her away, but when he faced the heavily pregnant witch in front of him, he stopped immediately. Her bump was huge, and feet had swollen, and she was heavily panting due to shortness of breath. He quickly put his arms around her and help her to the near by couch. After looking at her thoroughly, he made a mental note to give her a back rub and a foot massage at the end of the day to ease the pain.

Running soothing circles on Pansy's swollen stomach, George waited for the baby's reaction. Only their unborn child's movements had the magical effect to calm him down.

After few minutes of silence, Pansy opened her mouth nervously.

"Why don't you go and visit him?" she said in a barely audible tone.

"Sorry?" George scowled.

Wetting her lips nervously she repeated her question, and George sighed without answering.

"Have you ever visited him in the past years?" She asked.

"Never." He answered.

"Why?"

George glared at her as if he wanted to burn her into ashes by his stare.

"I think you should visit him." She muttered looking away from him.

"What you think is not important." He snapped.

"Well, talking to him might help you."

"I don't need any help."

"Everybody needs help from others time to time."

"Can you please keep your mouth shut before I say or do something I'll regret!" He yelled.

"Because of people like you, we lost him!" He gritted his teeth savagely.

"Do you think this world hasn't punished me enough for my sins?" She asked calmly.

George looked at her with intense shock, then got up from where he was seated and walked to the window and kept his eyes focused on busy Diagon Alley down and became lost in his thought. He came back to reality again when he felt her presence next to him.

"I-I'll visit him tomorrow." George said in a broken, defeated voice. "But I don't know what to do."

"Just talk to him." She said placing her hand on top of his. "Tell him how much you miss him and if you want you can tell him he is going to be an uncle soon. I bet he'll love to hear that."

George let out another sigh. "I think I can do that." He mumbled in a helpless tone.

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George looked at the granite headstone again. Honestly, he didn't want to be there, but he promised her yesterday, and he had to keep his promise. The vicinity around the headstone was clean and clear of any weeds and covered with various flowers and candles. Some candles were still burning indicating his family members had been there not long ago before him. Kneeling in front of the grave, he then lit the candle Pansy gave him before he left the house and placed it among others.

"Hey." He said running his hand over the headstone. "Sorry, I-I didn't visit you before. Life is not the same without you Forge." He said letting his tears fall freely. "The business is thriving, and Ronnikins is helping us after he gave up being an Auror. I think all the others are keeping well. I have not been seeing them very much, although sometimes Percy and Bill helps out in the shop."

George spent more than an hour talking to his brother and releasing years' worth of his grief, heartache and sorrow. In the end, he felt a bit better and regretted not following his healers' orders and taking that decision before. He was grateful to the girl for directing him to the right path. The witch who would do anything, even sacrifice her happiness his well-being. Since the very first day, she had become a lifesaver, and now he couldn't imagine his life without her.

"Well, er- I have another news for you." He added. "It's er- that er- you are going to be an uncle. Yes, yes, I know you are already an uncle to four nieces, but this time I'm going to be a dad too." He said with a sad smile. "There is this girl Hermione roped me into rescuing from an abusive man and er- and I don't know, one thing led to the other, and we are going to have a child together. I don't know what the future has in it for us, but I'm looking forward to my baby's arrival." He sighed. "I miss you, Fred. I always wanted my children to grow up under both of our influence, but now it's never going to happen." He wept quietly. "But I promise you, if it was a boy, I'm going to name him after you." He vowed in determination.

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When she heard the sound of apparition, Pansy knew it was George. She slowly waddled to the kitchen and found him pacing back and forth again looking shattered. She gave him a few minutes to calm down, but when he never showed any indication that he was ever going to calm down, she went towards him and notified her presence. He gave her a sharp look but didn't say anything.

"Why don't you go and visit your parents?" She asked.

"Why should I?" He snapped as usual.

"Because He was their child too and they must be feeling terrible today, and spending time with you might ease their pain."

"I never visit them on our birthday. I don't want to face them today especially when my siblings and their partners are around."

"Your parents lost a child and your siblings a brother, are you going to make them feel like they lost you as well? You all need each other's support today. Go and share your pain and help each other."

"Do you know you are talking too much these days? I find it rather annoying. Would you mind keeping your mouth shut for the next hour?" He snapped.

Pansy sighed. "You are going to be a father, so think about how your dad is feeling today." She muttered.

"That's it!" He yelled. "If you are so concerned about their feelings and pain, why don't you go and visit them?"

"Me?" She looked at him with horror "I don't think it's appropriate."

"Why? Are you scared? Don't you have the courage to face my family?" He mocked.

"I'm not supposed to leave this place." She added timidly.

"Well, you can go anywhere with me. I have decided to go and visit my parents, and you are coming with me because you couldn't keep your big mouth shut and mind your own business." He said savagely, then walked to the floo and looked at the terrified girl in the room.

"Now come and join me, Pansy. Because visiting my parents is your insane idea." He hissed.

Pansy slowly walked towards George as she was not in a position to disobey him. She was trembling in fear when he put his arm around her and they disappeared into the green flame.

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Sorry for the long wait. Being pregnant with twins, having a toddler and a full time job tired me off and I didn't find time to write before. These days I'm bed resting and thought of going back to writing before the arrival of twins. There will be maximum five chapters more and I'm trying my best to finish them soon.