Six weeks had passed. Six long weeks.

With the shop closed until further notice, George hardly left the house, unless it was to only go to the Burrow. Katherine managed to get him outside, for a walk in the yard or down the pathway to the end of the hill. But he never went anywhere else. He avoided Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, as if they were housing a plauge. He spent his days cleaning up the house and taking care of Samantha, while Katherine worked or was sent to relax for the day. While it drove Molly crazy, that her son was locking himself up in the house, Katherine was fine with it.

"If it's helping him grieve, then we should leave him be," she told Molly, on one of the few days George came to the Burrow.

Molly was busy away, planning Samantha's first birthday. Even though it was only several weeks away, Molly was persistant on starting early with the plans.It was her first grandbaby after all. With Samantha's first birthday coming up, the toddler was turning more and more into a terror each day. She was always getting into things, knocking over picture frames, books, her food plates and sippy cups. George nearly had a heartattack one afternoon, when she almost fell into the lake. Besides keeping her parents on their feet at all costs, she also talked their ears off. Her range of vocabulary grew over last several weeks. She went from saying the simple "Ma,"
and "Da" to screaming "No" at any moment she could get.

One late afternoon, Katherine made her way out into the backyard. She carried two glasses of lemonaid, and walked over to the blanket that laid out underneath the weeping willow tree. Samantha was sitting at the edge of the blanket, playing with her toys, while George sat at the base of the tree. Handing a glass down to George, Katherine took a seat next to him.

"You missed it, Kat. She was sitting there, playing with one of her toys, and this butterfly landed right on it. She looks at it for a moment, and then she shouted "NO!" at it and it flew off," George said, with a laugh.

Katherine smiled, and watched as the little girl pulled at the grass and handed it her stuffed bear. She then took a sip from her glass and rested her head against George's shoulder.

"So, are you feeling any better?" George asked, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

"Much better," she answered, smiling.

"Well, that's good. Now watch me get sick, then you'll have to take care of me," he said, sticking out his tounge.

Katherine giggled, "Oh George. You wont be able to get what I have, unless very strong magic was involved," she said.

George frowned, "Why? Wait! Oh my god, what's wrong with you? Are you really sick?" he asked, sitting up straighter now.

Shaking her head, Katherine took him by the hands.

"No, I'm not sick," she said, looking him righ in the eye.

Goerge sighed in relief, "Thank Merlin! You really scared me there for a moment! I thought you were seriously ill! " he said, shaking his head.

"No. Just pregnant," she said, before turning her attention back to Samantha.

George was taking a sip of lemonaid, when she said this. Spraying half the blanket with his drink, and sloshing some down the front of his shirt, he began to cough. Katherine snorted, and bit down on her lip to keep herself from laughing out loud. Before she could react, George knocked her over and was smothering her with kisses. Katherine shrieked, before laughing hysterically. Samantha looked over at her parents in confusement, and began to crawl over to them.

"Are you really?" George asked, as she pushed him up and off of her.

She nodded, "Yes. I went to St. Mungo's yesterday, while you went to the Burrow with Sam." she said.

Scooping Samantha up into her arms, Katherine set her down on her lap.

"How.. How far along are you?" George asked.

"Six weeks. They should arrive around January or Febuary," she said, as she brushed back the copper curls from Samantha's forehead.

George sat in amazement, before kissing her again. He was grinning and laughing at the same time. Then he stopped doing both, and paled.

"THEY?!" he shouted.

Katherine burst into giggles, as she stood up. She continued to laugh as she walked into the house, carrying Samantha with her.