January 7, 2007
"Your 'air looks quite 'orrible, Angeleena," Fleur mused as she dug for a brush in her purse.
"Geez, Fleur. She just gave life to a miniature human being," Ginny interjected.
"Well, zat leetle 'uman being does not want to see a crow's nest on 'er mommy's head," Fleur complained. She began to brush Angelina's considerably tangled hair.
"Thanks for coming guys," Angelina said. Her voice was a tad scratchy from the yelling. Angelina had an unusually high threshold for pain (she had once broken her arm during a pickup game of Quidditch and she wanted to continue playing), but that delivery was the most painful moment of her life. Fred was born without much problem or fuss but Roxanne Erica Weasley wanted to make a grand entrance into this world.
"Well obviously we would all be here," Hermione said from the sofa in the corner of the large maternity room.
"Yeah, Angelina, we had to check on you. We heard it was brutal. I'm not sure if George's ego will ever recover from the swearing you did at him yesterday," Audrey smiled.
"We're never having sex again," Angelina said, matter-of-factly, "The next time I see that man's penis will be too soon."
The Weasley girls all laughed boisterously as the door to the room opened.
"Mumma!" came a small but powerful voice. Angelina heard him before she saw him. The girls all smiled as the two and a half year old climbed onto the hospital bed. His sand brown curls stuck up wildly on his head and his clothes were wrinkled.
"Did Daddy forget how to use a brush and an iron, Freddie?" Angelina asked with a smile.
"No, he did not," George said as he walked into the room. His own clothes were wrinkled and his hair unkempt.
"Hello, ladies," George addressed to his sisters-in-law and Ginny.
The girls all looked at each other and again laughed, no doubt thinking about Angelina's declaration of celibacy just before George walked in.
"How weird," he observed.
"We're going to go have lunch down the street, Ange," Ginny announced as the girls gathered their bags and things.
"Okay, guys. Thanks for coming and Ginny," Angelina said.
"Yeah, sis?"
"Tell Harry congratulations on his promotion. Head Auror is a big deal," she said.
"I will," Ginny smiled. She blew Angelina a kiss. As the door closed George pulled the recliner chair to sit beside Angelina's bed.
"Actually the crinkled clothes and nappy hair are all a product of your son's eagerness to meet Roxy," George said. Fred nodded his head vigorously to agree with his daddy.
"Roxy? I thought we agreed we didn't want our daughter to sound like a S-T-R-I-P-P-E-R," Angelina spelled out the last word to censor herself.
"I like Roxy, mumma," Fred said with a hopeful, heartbreaking look in his eyes. Angelina's heart melted.
"Roxy it is," she said after some deliberation. She tickled her son and he began to giggle.
The small family sat and chatted until there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," the three said in near unison.
"Announcing Ms. Roxanne Weasley," Padma Patil-Thomas said as she walked through the door. A crib magically rolled in behind her.
"Baby?!" Fred half-asked half-yelled.
The apparently sleeping baby began to cry at the sound of the exclamation before the crib got to Angelina's bedside.
"Aww, shh shh," Padma cooed as she lifted the bundle of pink out of the crib. She handed Roxanne to her mother. She smiled at the family of four and crept from the room after Angelina thanked her and George gave her a hug.
Fred looked cowed and sad at the sound of the baby crying, "I'm sorry, Roxy," he apologized to his sister who had just stopped crying. He slowly crept up to the head of the bed to get a better look at his baby sister.
George stood from his seated position and gazed at his newest bundle of joy.
Roxanne's eyes were barely open, as she was probably trying to go back to sleep. She had a full head of jet-black hair and her skin was a nice tan color, similar to her brother's.
Fred was now inches away from the baby's face. His breath was held and his eyes unblinking.
"Isn't she pretty Fre-," Angelina started.
"SHH, mumma. My little sister is sleeping," Fred said in a very non-two-and-a-half-year-old-like way.
Angelina was taken aback but strictly in a proud way. She smiled up to George.
"Look what we did," she mouthed. She smiled proudly at her kids.
Fred had plucked up the nerve to touch his sister and he began to pet her head, not unlike someone would a sleeping puppy.
"She's soft, daddy," Fred mused as he stroked his sister's head.
"Yeah, I bet, son," George said as he walked to Angelina's other side to get a better look at his daughter.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw what looked like someone sitting on the sofa that Hermione had occupied twenty minutes prior. George turned his head quickly and he could have sworn (and still does swear) that he saw Fred Weasley the First sitting on the sofa, legs crossed and smiling. George blinked and all he saw was a pile of things left by the girls, assorted baby pajamas and some knitted caps with REW on them, no doubt knitted by Hermione.
George blinked back tears as he closed his eyes and, using Angelina's words, said to Fred, "Look what we did, little brother."
Frederick Weasley looked down upon the scene. He smiled and said, "Yeah, big brother, yeah I see it."
I was set on writing fifteen chapters for this story. I have told all of the necessary stories of George Weasley's family but I still want to go with the fifteen chapter idea. Please (I did say please) PM me and comment for any ideas or any family stories you want me to write about. :)
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