(English is not my main language. I apologize for all misspellings, grammatical errors and translation errors.Enjoy reading.)
"Shut up, damn it!" shouted the brown-haired and gesticulated wildly with her arms in the air. The man in front of her let out a deep breath and reached out to his wife to put his hands on her shoulders. But she backed away a little and looked at him through narrowed eyes. "Now calm down, dear. I just said ..." he began and wanted to take another step to her, but she backed away again. "I know damn well what you said! I was there and heard it! If that's what you think then why did you marry me? You can just leave me if that's what you want!" Hermione yelled and put her arms protectively on her round baby bump. "Now you are imagining something! I have no intention of leaving you! That's not how I meant it!" Fred yelled now too and ran his hands through my hair.
It was a Sunday afternoon and, like every Sunday afternoon, the Weasley family had gathered for dinner. It had all gone well up to the point when Fred and George gave Ron one of their new products. Ron couldn't stop telling a few of his secrets and after a few minutes he fled to his room. Hermione had asked Fred and George if it was really necessary and why they couldn't behave for just one Sunday. George had just laughed and gave his sister-in-law a wry smile. Fred, however, had said, :"Oh Hermione. Always the perfect perfect. How old are you 90? Not everyone can be a goody two-shoes-like you. You will be the spoilsport mother for our poor children."
Hermione's mouth fell open at the words. She had looked at her husband, with a look that even the dark lord would have been afraid of, and then, with the door slamming, disappeared into Ginny and her old room.
It was quiet in the living room. Everyone looked at Fred with big eyes and after George poked his elbow in his ribs, Fred followed his wife.
"Oh no? So you didn't say I was going to be a bad mother?" Hermione asked, in a sarcastic tone, shooting daggers with her gaze.
"No!" Fred called back, gesturing with his arms. "Oh, so now I'm not just a spoilsport, a perfect perfect and a goody two shoes, now I'm also stupid and deaf or what?" she asked, crossed her arms over her chest and took a step towards him. Fred was now completely red in the face and briefly closed his eyes to take a deep breath. "I did not say that!" he replied tense through clenching teeth. Hermione was just about to answer when the door opens behind her and they saw Molly, who was standing in the doorway.
"What's going on here? Why are you screaming like that?" she asked, looking at both of them one after the other.
"We'r fighting!" Hermione gave her the answer, throwing her arms in the air.
"In front of the twins?" asks Molly now and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Oh yes of course! Wait, I'll quickly unbuckle them and put them in the bathroom! Of course in the front of the twins! They're inside of me!" the woman with the curly brown hair screamed, pointing to her stomach and then squeezing past her mother-in-law out of the room and disappeared back down the stairs.
Molly looked aghast at her son, who was staring past her with wide eyes to the point where his wife had just disappeared.
Silence filled the room for a few minutes, until he blinked a few times and then looked at his mother. "Sorry mom. The food was delicious as always. See you the days. I have to go save my marriage now."
And then he was gone from the room, leaving his speechless mother behind.
Once in the living room downstairs, the whole family looked at him with wide eyes and all pointed to the fireplace at his questioning look.
Fred wasted no time on it. Grabbed a handful of floo powder, stepped into the fireplace and gave his and Hermione's addresses. Immediately afterwards he disappeared into the green flames
When he got to his and Hermione's little cottage, he stepped out of the fireplace into the living room and listened for noises.
It was quiet, the only noise that could be heard was a muffled sobbing from the direction of the bedroom.
With as quiet, quick steps as possible, Fred hurried to the door and opened it a crack. Beyond that he saw Hermione sitting at the end of the bed, her face in her hands and crying. He opened the door quietly, stepped into the room, bridged the distance between them, and sat next to her. Carefully he put a hand on her back and slowly stroked her spine up and down.
She didn't complain or flinch, just kept crying.
"Hey, Hermione, love. Look at me." he said calmly and grabbed her wrist with the other hand to carefully pull her hands away from her face.
She sniffed and then looked at him with red, puffy eyes. Fred smiled gently at her and wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"Hermione. I'm sorry. What I said. I just wanted to piss you off and I went too far. You're not a spoilsport or a perfect perfect or a goody-tow-shoes. You are amasing, and fantastic, and funny and willing to take risks, and intelligent and resourceful and a rule breaker and most of all I love you for everything you are. You are going to be a wonderful mother. The best one can have. The twins will love you just like I do. Please forgive me. I spoke without thinking first. I really didn't mean it." he leaned forward and kissed her temple.
Hermione sniffed again and new tears ran down her cheeks, but she smiled gently at her husband. She took a deep breath and put her hands on her big baby bump before speaking: " I am sorry, too. I must have overreacted. But I was so hurt. All the hormones are driving me crazy. It never bothered me in the past when you teased me with those nicknames but today I was just so hurt that I blew up. I'm so sorry. I love you too.I'm sure you'll be a great dad too. They will both have the best family one could wish for."
Fred smiled at her and put his hands on her stomach next to hers, running his fingers lightly over it.
"is okay, darling. Let's not think about it anymore."
Hermione gasped through clenched teeth and fell back on the bed.
"What do you think, from which baby belly size can I register me as a planet?"
They both started laughing. Fred lay down next to her and continued to stroke her round belly.
"It's not that bad. I think you look very pretty, baby Mama." he whispered and spread butterfly kisses all over her face. Hermione giggled and closed her eyes.
Some time passed in silence, kissing, cuddling and caressing the baby bump before Hermione said something again
"Do you think your mother is mad that I yelled at her?"
Fred next to her chuckled and shook his head.
"Nop, I don't think so. She'll understand. What you said was really funny you quick witch."
She just nodded and leaned closer to him.
"Fred?" she asked suddenly.
"Yes sweetheart?" he whispered back and continued kissing her face.
"The babies and ther mama want ice cream. With caramel sauce and chocolate. And more cuddles." Hermione whispered, giggling and poking her stomach lightly.
"Well then, baby mama and the twins will get what they want." Fred laughed and first kissed Hermione on the lips and then twice her baby bump.