A/N Here's the next chapter. Full of fluffy goodness for you.
"That's our boy?" Hermione whispered as Ron ushered Davey out of the room and closed the door behind them. Fred was perched at the edge of Hermione's bed, not trusting himself to get too close. He didn't know what she was feeling and he didn't want to overwhelm her.
"Yes," Fred nodded to emphasise the point. "His birthday is the 23rd of December, the day of your accident. They day you went away."
"What – what happened?" Hermione asked.
"You and your mother were hit by a truck. You sustained, internal and brain damage. Davy was born by a C-Section. Your mother – I'm so sorry Hermione – she died at the scene of the accident," Fred said, like he had said it a hundred times before and no doubt he had.
"She's dead?" Hermione asked, taking a sharp breath to try and stop her tears. A sob escaped before she could reel it in. She took a few deep calming breaths.
"How's my father? And where am I?"
"You're home. I transferred you here about six months after the accident. We have a nurse who comes during the day who looks after you and then Ron and I look after you on weekends and at night. Davey helps, he likes to brush your hair."
"And my dad?" Hermione asked, worried.
"He's not good. He comes every Wednesday night and plays a song for you and then he leaves again. He never says anything. He goes to work, he goes home. He's stalled, I guess; waiting for you to wake up."
"This isn't happening," Hermione cried. Fred hesitated for a second before pulling Hermione into a hug, rubbing her back. He didn't know what to say. All the things he had planned to say to her if she ever woke up flew straight out of his head and all he could do was watch her, listen to her voice.
Instead of the beautiful, heartfelt words he had planned, a mess of jumbled emotions fell out of his mouth.
"I missed you, Hermione," Fred whispered. He pulled away so he could look her in the face. "I love you. I love you so much and I wish I had told you everyday from the moment I realised it and then you were gone and I didn't know what to do and I had this baby. And we missed you and he would cry and cry unless I laid him with you. I didn't know what to do. You left us, and I was lost."
"It's okay," Hermione whispered. "I'm here now, I found you."
They wrapped their arms around each other, holding tightly,scared to let go.
Eventually Fred pulled back again, looking her in the eye, trying to gauge some feeling, some emotion that could tell him how she was feeling.
Oh, screw it.
"I love you so much Hermione," he said, grabbing her and kissing her fiercely.
"I love you too, Fred," Hermione said, kissing him back, tasting his tears that flowed freely.
Now it was Fred crying. Every feeling, every tear he had kept locked up and hidden for the past four years flowed over into Hermione and together they lay on the bed, clinging firmly to each other.