~George's Point of View~

*They've Been Married almost two months*

I woke up to the sound of Abbye, she coughing, hacking, and gagging. She was sitting up, and her legs were hanging over the edge of our bed. I leaned up and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Love are you okay?" I whispered.

"I just have a stom-" She stopped midsentence and ran into the bathroom closing the door behind her. I froze blankly for a moment before rushing in after her. She was leaning over the toilet clutching her stomach and her face was as pale as a ghost. Her long red hair was hanging in her face as well.

. Jocelyne heard the vomiting and came in. "What's wrong with Abbye?" She asked.

I was now holding Abbye's hair back for her, "She's really sick." I whispered.

"Do you want me to take her to St. Mungo's?"

"Would you?" I asked, "Fred and I have a busy day at the store, since its almost time for a new year at Hogwarts."

"I don't need to go to St. Mungo's." Abbye mumbled.

"Yes you do Abbye. You're throwing up like crazy and u look as pale as Nearly headless Nick."

"I don't want to go though." She groaned, "I hate going to the doctor."

"And I hate it when you have to go to the doctors." I said. "But you have to go there."

"Fine." She grumbled, "but it's nothing I'm sure."

"Better safe than sorry love."

"Oh, alright." She mumbled, "Just go down to the shop."

I smiled and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Bye love. I'll come see you as soon as I'm done with the shop,"

"Thanks George."

~Abbye's Point of View~

"Abbye go get dressed and we'll go." Jocelyne said. I nodded my head. Hopefully I'll stop throwing up long enough to do just that. I honestly had no clue what could have made me sick. It's not like I have food poisoning. Even though I gave similar symptoms. I made dinner myself and none of the food we have is bad.

I heard a knock on the door, "Ready to go, Abbye?"

I nodded my head. "Ready."

She grabbed my arm and apparated me with her to St. Mungo's check in.

At the desk there was a young witch with a snobby attitude. "Hello, what the problem. She said in a nasal voice while filing her nails.

"My friend here is really sick." Jocelyne spoke quickly.

"Same with everybody else that comes here. Here is some paperwork." She handed a stack of papers to Jocelyne. "And we'll send you to Dr. Green. In room 673 on the sixth floor, this is for muggle like illnesses."

A few minutes had been passed, when the doctor came into the room, "Abbye Weasley?" He asked.

Jocelyne and I nodded our heads.

"Well which one of you is the Weasley?" He asked, "You both nodded your heads."

"Try the one who looks like she's been sick all morning." Jocelyne growled.

"Sorry, just making sure." He said, "Abbye please sit up here." He was indicating an examination table. I nodded my head and did as he asked.

"Now when did you start feeling sick?"

"This morning."

He waved his wand over my stomach checking for the a couple of things, "Well it's not the Stomach Flu, or food poisoning."

"Then what is it?"

The next thing that came out of his mouth would change things completely. "You're pregnant."

My eyes went wide. "I'm WHAT?"

"You're pregnant," He said, "With twins."

"I can't believe it! I'm pregnant!"

Jocelyne came over to me. "Congratulations Abbye! I can't believe that not only are you pregnant, but you're having twins!"

I couldn't even think straight, that did not seem real to me at all, "W-what will George t-think?"

"Well," Jocelyne started. "Knowing George, He'll be thrilled!"

"I'll tell him, later tonight." I said, truth be known I was scared. What if he didn't want kids? Not that it really mattered, with the law and all. We had to have at least one kid by the next year anyway, but still.

We apparated back to the flat, "You go get some sleep." Jocelyne said.

"Ok Jocelyne. Thanks for taking me."

"You're welcome," She smiled, "Do you want me to tell George we're back?"

I shook my head. "No. I'll just simply wait and talk to him later."

"Alright, Abbye." She sighed, I walked back to mine and George's bedroom and curled into it to get some sleep. I fell asleep almost immediately. I didn't wake up till a few hours later when I heard someone open a door. I looked up and saw George, "How long have I been out?"

"A few hours. What did the doctor say?"

Would teasing him be a horrible thing to do? "Well the doctors can't fix it."

"They can't? There's nothing they can do?" He sounded slightly scared.

"No, there's not, George."

"Oh no. This isn't good is it? What's wrong with you anyway?"

"Don't worry George." I said. I knew teasing him was kind of cruel, but I was still terrified that he wouldn't want the kids.

"Don't worry? There's something wrong with you and whatever it is can't be fixed and you tell me not to worry?"

"Calm, down George." I said, "You're over reacting."

"Well maybe you should tell me what's wrong?"

I'm going to flip this around so he'll never see it coming, "You're going to be a dad."

"I'm going to be a dad?"

I nodded my head, "Yes."

"How can that be?" Then he gasped. "I'm going to be a dad! You're pregnant! And here you had me worried!"

"I'm sorry." I mumbled, "I only teased you because I was afraid to tell you."

"Abbye, why would you be afraid to tell me? I love you and I'm glad that you're having my baby."

"I didn't know whether or not you would want kids." I said.

"I didn't know if I wanted kids either. But now that you're pregnant and it's going to happen I know that I do."

Wait, he still didn't know it was twins. "So you're happy right?" I asked.

"Of course I am Abbye. Do you know how many you're having?" He smiled brightly.

"George, what are you?"

"What am I?"

"Yes, George. What are you?" I asked.

He looked confused., as if he was wondering where I was going with this. "Well... I'm human, I'm a wizard, I'm a twin, I'm a son, I'm a big brother, I'm a younger, brother, I'm a twin, I'm a husband, and I'm almost a dad."

"You said it twice." I smiled hoping he'd finally get it.

"Oh, sorry. Wait! You're having twins?" He was really excited now.

I nodded my head, "Yes its twins."

"Wow! Do you think they'll be like me and Fred? Always pulling pranks? Or maybe they'll both be like you. Or maybe one will be like you and the other will be like me? And what will their gender be? Maybe there'll both be boys? Or both will be girls? Or maybe one's a girl and the other's a boy?" I laughed at George. He was being ALOT more excited than I thought he would be.

"George Calm Down!" I said.

"I was rambling wasn't I?" He smiled, "I can't help it I'm just really happy."

"I'm glad you're so happy about this George. Do you wanna share the good news with the others? I don't think Jocelyne told anybody yet."

He smiled, "Let's go tell Fred, then my parents, then yours."

"OK." We went downstairs where Fred was at to tell him the good news.

"I'm going to be an Uncle?" Fred asked in surprise.

We nodded our heads ecstatically. "Yep! Better get used to being called Uncle Fred!" George joked.

"Well you get used to being called Daddy." Fred grinned, "I guess you'll get a taste of what mom went through with us."

George laughed. "Yeah. I can't wait."

"Hey Fred," I grinned, "You should have seen George, I think he thought I was dying or something at first."

"It's not my fault! You said the doctor couldn't fix it."

Fred looked at me, "Trying to give him a heart attack?"

I blushed a bit. "I was afraid that he wouldn't want kids."

"Really Mr. Teddy bear over here not want kids?" He asked in surprise, "You remember how protective he got over the first years in 7th year when Umbridge was there?"

I laughed at the memory. "Yeah."

"Have you told Mum, yet?" He asked.

"Nope!" George said. "We were just about to tell her after we told you."

"You need help telling her?" He asked, "I have a feeling she'll go bonkers."

George and I looked at each other. "No we'll be okay. You can come if you want to though."

"Oh, I definitely want to see her reaction."

"Then come on." We all apparated to the burrow. We landed in the kitchen, where Mum was cooking something. She jumped and turned around, "Hey Mum." George and Fred said together.

"Hi Molly. We have some good news."

"Yes, dear?" She asked smiling.

I grinned and looked at George. "I'm pregnant!"

Her eyes grew wide with excitement, "You're what?" She asked.

"I'm pregnant!"

"Congratulations!" She smiled, "I can't believe my baby's grown up and having one of his own!" She said, crying tears of joy.

"It's not just one Mum. It's two. Abbye's having twins!" George exclaimed.

"Twins?" She gasped, "Abbye, I pray for you especially if they're like anything like these two goofballs" She said smiling.

George and Fred gasped. Pretending to be offended. "Mother! I can't believe you would say such a thing!" Fred said. "George and I are absolute angels!"

"Yeah, and I'm the Queen of England." I said sarcastically.

George bowed down in front of me. "Whatever you say Queen Abbye!"

Molly looked at me, "And you put up with him how?"

I laughed. "Quite easily actually."

"Then you really must love him." Molly laughed, "Have you told your parents yet?"

I shook my head. "No. We told you and Fred first."

"Well, by all means go tell your parents."

We apparated to my parents' house, and landed in the living room. My parents weren't inside the living room so George, Fred and I headed into the kitchen.

"Mum! Dad!" I called.

They came out from the backyard. "Abbye, Is that you?"

"Yes, come here." I said, "We need to tell you something."

"What is it?"

I looked at George, who nodded. "You're going to be grandparents."

My mum's eyes grew wide. "We're going to be grandparent? Abbye, are you pregnant?"

"Yes, Mum!" I said excitedly.

She grinned and ran up to give me a hug. "Oh congratulations Abbye! MY baby girl's growing up!"

"Mum, I've been grown up." I smiled. George wrapped an around my wait, so his and sat on my stomach. "Do you want to tell her the other part?"

He grinned at me. "Sure. Not only is she pregnant, but she's going to have twins!"

This time my dad's eyes grew wide, "TWINS?" He gasped.

I nodded my head. "Yes... twins"

He looked at George and raised an eyebrow, "You better take good care of her, especially now."

I rolled my eyes. I have too many protective people in my life. Sometimes it makes me glad that I don't have a brother, who would be even more over protective, growing up I wished I had one. "I sure will sir. I'll take care of our future son's too."

"Daughters." I chimed in.

"What make you so sure?" George asked.

"Because I can't handle two sets of boy Weasley twins." I said, "What makes you so sure, they're boys?"

"I never said they were. One could be a boy and the other could be a girl."

"That's honestly what I'd want, that way our baby girl has herself a protective brother." I smiled.

George laughed. "Yeah," he said. "And then she'll have a protective dad and brother."

"Exactly." I smiled, "Can we get something to eat? I'm hungry."

"Of course love. What would you like to eat?"

"Food." I said, "I don't care what it is, I'm starving."

"It's actually important to know what you want when you're pregnant Abbye." My mom said. "Otherwise you'll be throwing up ALOT!"

I groaned, "Chinese sound good to you and Fred?" I asked.

They nodded.

"There's a muggle Chinese place downtown." i said.

"Ok." George said. "Let's go. Do you wanna go too?" He asked, gesturing towards my parents

. They shook their heads, "You go one and celebrate." My dad reached into his pocket and handed me around sixty dollars.

"Oh, no, it's ok sir." George started before I elbowed him in the ribs.

"Never tell my dad no." I muttered under my breath so only he could hear it.

"I mean uh, thank you sir."

My dad just laughed, "Don't worry George; I'm a big old softie. Just ask Abbye."

"He really is." I said.

"And truth be known," He smiled. "You are by far the right guy for my baby girl."

"I'm glad you think so."

Author's Note's- Well I thought you guys deserved a completely 100 % Happy chapter….Review?