A lot of you guys wanted a sequel to last chapter, so – here ya go!
"Hey, Mum, you should check your stocking!" Fred said as the kids (and Ron) seemed to quiet down some, standing and taking it off of the fireplace. He walked over to where she was seated on the couch with his dad, handing it to her and grinning at his wife as he made his way back to her, sitting on the armchair she was currently sitting in. They shared grins with one another as she began to dig through it.
"Well, I see Sugar Quills, a few candy canes, a coupon for some place called 'Weasley Wizard Wheezes' – oh, but look, somebody's written in 'free pass,' see?" she teased, showing his father the paper as George chuckled. "And, oh – a card," she glanced at her children, who were looking at her curiously, as nobody remembered getting any type of card. She slipped it out of the envelope and opened it up, looking in confusion before she read aloud, Hermione moving to let Fred sit in her spot and sitting in his lap, smiling as she watched them, "My name's going to be Dana! I'm supposed to be born in seven months, but I'm a Weasley kid, so who knows? See you soon, love you!" Mrs. Weasley stared down at the black and white photograph as Arthur looked over her shoulder and blinked.
She picked her head up and saw Fred and Hermione grinning at them, Harry gaping at them as Ginny beamed. "Hermione…are you…?"
"Mhm," she smiled, laughing when the woman immediately dragged her into a standing position to hug her. Harry, Ginny, George and Ron all squeezed in as well, making her wince when it got hard to breathe. "Hey, I'm pregnant, one at a time now!" They withdrew with laughs, except for Molly, who continued to hug her. George ruffled up Fred's hair, both of them grinning from ear-to-ear – metaphorically speaking in George's case. Harry hugged Hermione next as Molly patted at her eyes.
"Ooh," Bill laughed, "I can't wait until Freddie's a dad."
"Hah," Fred grinned back, "That's a sentence I bet you never thought you'd say."
Arthur hugged Molly before hugging Hermione, dragging Fred out of his seat to hug him as well, "Congratulations, you two."
"Wait a minute," Harry sat up, frowning at her, "No fair, you get maternity leave!"
She smirked, "I have maternity leave. I asked Kingsley, and he said that since I have so many vacation days and sick days, that I started it as soon as we left work last night."
"No freaking fair!" Harry crowed. Fred laughed at him, grinning.
"If you'd have let George and I test that potion on you, Harry, you could be getting maternity leave too," he smiled, "You had your chance, Potter." Hermione rolled her eyes and pecked her husband's cheek, making him turn his smile onto her and peck her forehead.
It was short, but I'm installing a Nancy Drew game. If I don't speak with any of you until the next year – Happy New Year! And wish me a happy birthday and good luck with driving on my own on the New Year's Eve! (I'm gonna need it.)
Love,
Birdie
