for fun and I have no money, so suing would be highly overrated!
Colorblind by Teda
"We're awful parents. They've been home for two days and we still haven't chosen their names
yet." Angelina groaned as she flipped through her third Muggle baby naming book. Laying on the
bed in their bedroom, she pushed aside all the books she had gone over. She was stressed out that
they couldn't come to an agreement.
Fred smirked as he watched his wife furiously scroll down the books pages. After vetoing Fred Jr. and Fredricka, they decided wanted distinct names to match the personality of their babies. And personality was already abundant. Gazing at his beautiful children, he beamed. The little girl was the most vocal of the two. She made her presence known and let you know her likes and dislikes immediately. Fred thought it was sort of telling when the only time she ever screamed was in the arms of Uncle Percy whenever he attempted to hold her. Smart girl. His boy, on the other had was mild to the extreme. He almost never fussed unless hungry, sleepy or the old diaper needed a change. One of the sweetest things Fred ever witnessed was how much they hated to be apart and would fuss if they weren't in staring distance. They slept together in one large crib and were never apart for long. The bond was strong just like with him and George. He hoped they would always be that close.
The twins lay in the middle of the bed between their parents as Fred got them dressed for their party that afternoon. Everyone and their dog was coming to see the twins. The white gowns that his mother had given Angelina would serve as their outfits. He personally thought the ruffled gowns obnoxious and prissy, but he didn't want to hurt his Mum's feelings.
"We're not awful parents..okay, maybe we are, but with good reason. Picking a name is really important. You don't want a kid stuck with a horrible name for the rest of its life. Or until their legally old enough to change it, that is." Fred said, putting white booties of his sons wiggling feet. He could have sworn his son glared at his choice of foot wear-not that he blamed him. Booties?!
"We've had months to pick one. I never knew how hard a decision this was. I don't want to name them something they'll hate." Angelina sighed. She tossed the book aside on her side dresser.
"That's the truth, I mean look at Percy and Draco Malfoy. They both have ridiculous, pretentious names. Come on. Percivel and Draco? No wonder they're gits." Fred snorted. He smiled when Angelina laughed. A small part of him had been worried the intimacy between them would diminish with parenthood, but it hadn't. Hell, he loved her even more.
Although they could really go for a few nights sleep and soon!
"What are we going to name you two, huh? What do you think?" Leaning over them, Angelina cooed to her babies as she asked their opinion. They gave her toothless smiles in reply as they squirmed, little legs kicking in the air. And she knew it wasn't gas either! Her babies were smiling for her. Tying the white silk ribbons intertwined in the babies collars, she helped him finished clothing the twins.
"Arthur."
"Huh?" Angelina turned her head way to look questioning at her husband.
Fidgeting, Fred looked down from her to his son. "I want to name him Arthur. It just hit me. He's so calm and unassuming--kind of like my dad. Sure, dad's kind of nutters with his Muggle obsession and all and he's pretty mellow, but he was the best father any kid could have. We didn't have much in money growing up, but he made up for it by just being there, you know?"
Grinning at his sudden bashful behavior, she leaned over and kissed his lips. She was touched by his admiration for his dad. "Arthur Weasley Jr. it is. It's perfect."
Fred's eyes lit up and she felt herself falling in love with him even more. He was a good man. Well, one name down. One to go, right?
An hour later, Angelina was cursing and they still didn't have a name. She felt like a bad parent and Fred had to talk her down a bit to calm her. He wrapped her in a tight hug, rubbing his hands up and down her back.
"It's okay, Angel." he soothed, giving her a kiss on her cheek.
"No, it's not! She doesn't have a name. How horrible is that?!" Angelina sniffed. She gazed down guiltily at her daughter. The girl just quietly gummed her tiny hand while Arthur Jr. looked up towards the ceiling, obviously finding something interesting there.
"How about this? Think of the first name that comes to you head." Fred suggested.
"What? The first name-"
He interrupted, giving her a little shake. "Don't talk. Think and say the first name that comes to mind."
"Anatasia?" Angelina blurted out. She gasped as the name spilled out and that she liked it. She remembered the name from some muggle movie she had seen. Anatasia Weasley? Would that work?
"Hmm, not bad. Goes with the names beginning with A motif we're going with. Anatasia? I approve." Fred nodded. He liked it. Anatasia and Arthur Weasley...had a nice ring to it.
"Well, what do you think sweetie? Anatasia good for you?" Fred grinned as he leaned over his little girl. She stopped sucking her fist and wiggled around. The parents could have sworn she shrugged as if to say 'sure, knock yourself out.'
And so it was. Anatasia Weasley and her little brother Arthur were released onto the world.
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One o'clock came much too soon. Finished setting up the food and drinks for the gathering, they waited for the first arrivals. Angelina held her son, while Fred held his daughter. The couple were giving each other knowing looks and laughing. It was time...
"Here they come." Angelina whispered out of the side of her mouth when Fred's parents arrived on the dot with the entire Weasley clan and Harry and Hermione. He chuckled beside her because he knew what was coming.
ATTACK OF THE GRANDPARENTS!
Since their birth, Angelina seriously doubted she had held her children for more than a nano second. Everyone wanted to hold them, especially Molly and Natasia. Strangely enough, the two women had bonded over their natural urge to smother...er, mother the babies.
Being a casual event, everyone came sans dressed robes and wore their everyday clothing. Angelina, still swollen from childbirth, chose a loose fitting lavender silk dress shirt and matching skirt, while Fred was his casual best in a blue jumper and slacks. The twins were the best dressed in the bunch!
Spotting her grandchildren, Molly immediately zeroed in.
Winking to his wife, he announced to his family the names they had chosen. Arthur blushed when he heard his grandsons name. Molly tearfully smiled as George and Bill teased him over it, patting him on the back.
"Oh, may I hold him?" Molly gushed over her grandchildren. She held her arms out as Angelina gently laid little Arthur in her awaiting arms. She crooned and kissed him and he silently took all the smothering. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Arthur fondly gazing down at his name sake. To say he was touched would be a huge understatement.
Molly beamed as she in turn lay the boy in his grandfather's arms. He jiggled the baby like an old pro and softly spoke to him.
Seeing the elation on Arthur's face showed the new parents they had chosen wisely.
The party was in full swing by the time the Johnsons' arrived. Music blared in the spacious apartment as people mingled, ate and oohed and awed over the babies. Literally everyone Fred and Angelina knew came to the event. All of their close friends and family. Half the members to Angelina's Quidditch team came, including Oliver with his attractive new girlfriend. Or what George snidely named his flavor of the month.
Katie came with her new boyfriend Lee and his sister Sharon. Katie blushed when they Apparated in holding hands, especially seeing her girlfriends nudging each other. The four friends unmercifully harassed the new couple, wanting to know everything. Still they all were just happy the two had found love together.
And it looked like another would-be-love connection was in the works. Anthony had taken an immediate liking to the pretty little girl, Sharon. He had tried to chat her up many times during the party. Unfortunately for the young casanova, she was still in her boys have cooties phase of puberty. We'll have to get back to them when they are older...
Angelina, sick of watching her children being handed off to everyone in the room, strapped them in their baby carriers and sat them down on the leather couch beside her. Fred chuckled at her protective motherly behavior. Not that he could blame her. He hovered over his family as well. Natasia, finally able to wrestle her grandchildren away from the Weasley family, leaned down to lovingly caress the cheeks of grandson and granddaughter as they sat in their plush matching navy blue carriers. Rueban, standing behind his wife, unknowingly smiled as he watched them squirm in the carriers.
Crash!
"Hey Angelina, is this-uh, valuable?" A member of her Quidditch team held up a piece of a now broken vase in his hands. He was flustered and nervous, unwittingly proclaiming he was the guilty party responsible.
Angelina tsked, before jumping up from the couch, leaving her parents alone with the twins and Fred. Silence prevailed as the Johnson elders mooned over the twins as their protective father looked on.
"They are beautiful, Rueban. Admit it, you damn fool." Natasia replied, grinning ear to ear as Arthur Jr. grabbed at his sisters hair. Anatasia glared her displeasure at him.
Rueban quietly agreed with his wifes statement. The twins were pretty amazing. And they looked identical to how Angelina looked when she was born. The eyes may have been hazel and the complexion lighter, but they favored their Mom. And he reluctantly admitted they looked like the boy too. It wasn't such a bad combination. Not really.
"Hello, Anatasia. Hello, Arthur. I'm your grandmother." Natasia positively beamed, marveling over how adorable they were in the dressing gowns. She motioned her hands towards her husband."The old coot behind me is your stubborn grandpa."
Rueban growled as she ribbed him for the thousands time that day. He pointedly ignored Fred's snort of laughter. Ever since Natasia's reconciliation with their wayward daughter, she seemed to feel bygones should be bygones. He didn't feel so saintly. Not towards the boy, at least.
"Hold her. She's the spitting image of Angelina." Natasia urged. Checking with Fred first, she unbuckled Anatasia and gently lifted her up in her arms. Ignoring Rueban's protest, she placed the baby in his arms. She had to turn her head to hide her smirk at the wide eyed fear in his arms holding such a small bundle. Anatasia, sensing reluctance stopped squirming and lay perfectly still.
It was the first time he'd ever held one of the twins.
And it took less than two minutes before he was won over. Even a hard ass like Rueban was not immune to a babies charm. The pleased expression settling over his face warmed Natasia's heart. Unbuckling Arthur Jr., she happily sighed while holding him close, not minding him drooling over her designer violet robes.These children were magical, really special, she could just sense it.
They would be the glue that kept their families together.
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Needing a bit of privacy, Angelina crept back upstairs to her bedroom. The party was still in mid
swing and she hated being a bad hostess, but she was tired. She closed the door and wearily
flopped down on the bed, kicking off her shoes. She knew her babies were in good hands with
their parents. She had barely laid her head down on the pillow when the bedroom door reopened.
Fred strolled inside, before locking the door behind him.
"Hey babe. Exhausted, huh?" Fred asked walking to the side of the bed. She only nodded and rested her head on the pillow. He laid down behind her on the bed, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"You should be out enjoying the party." she said, yawning. She snuggled her head into the fluffy pillow.
He nuzzled her cheek, smoothing a curled piece of hair away from her face. Her eyes remained closed and she had such a peaceful look about her. "I'd rather just be with you."
Holding each other tightly, they laid there promising to only rest for a bit. Just a few minutes...of course it was two hours later before they woke up. The pounding on the door startled Fred from sleep. Disoriented, he stumbled from the bed, heading to answer the door. He saw from the corner of his Angelina slowing waking. Unlocking and throwing open the door, he almost groaned seeing Rueban standing there with his wife. Natasia at least had the curtesy to be polite.
Rueban eyed the boys rumpled clothing and wild red hair, before looking pass him at his daughters appearance and jumped to the conclusion about what had been going on in the room. Growling, he rudely shoved past Fred into the couples bedroom.
"Disgusting. She's barely left the maternity ward and you're already on her." Rueban hissed disdainly.
"Excuse me?" Fred asked, lifting a brow at the older man's attitude.
Completely ignoring Fred, Rueban stood at the edge of the couples bed."Angelina, we'll be going now. We have to get Anthony home before it's too late. I'll leave you two alone."
It didn't take a brain surgeon to catch Rueban's meaning. Natasia rolled her eyes as Fred and Angelina caught on to reason for his anger. Her daughter just loudly sighed. Fred however wasn't known for holding his tongue.
"Oh, for Merlin sake! We were just sleeping. We're tired man. You stay up all night with twins and see how awake you are. And hell, even if we were doing a little slap and tickle, it's none of your business." Fred griped.
"Fred!" Angelina blushed, mortified.
"Disgraceful. What in the world do you see in him, Angelina? Huh? Answer me on that." Rueban snapped, questioning his daughter.
Natasia moved to stand between the two men."Rueban, don't you dare pick a fight! For pete's sake, be civil."
Angelina, frustrated with the fighting, slapped her hand down hard on the mattress. "Dad, if you can't be nice-"
"No honey, let him speak his mind. He's going to anyway whether we like it or not." Fred said. He hated upsetting Angelina, but this needed to be said.
"You want me to speak my mind, fine. I don't like you, Fred Weasley. I may never like you. I don't like the way you've gone about with my daughter. Living with her, getting her pregnant, marrying her against my wishes." Rueban hissed. He turned to his daughter and saw her miserable expression and sighed. "But I concede she's happy. That you unfortunately make her happy. You are a husband and a father now, so do right by your family and we won't have any problems. But you ever hurt her you'll be on the receiving end of an Avada Kedavra, got it?"
"See I can be civil." Rueban told his wife, wrapping his arms around her stiff shoulders. He ignored his wife and daughters furious faces.
"You call that civil?!" Angelina angrily retorted, putting her hands on her hips.
Surprisingly, Fred laughed. "It's okay, Angel. I understand your dad completely. I promise to take good care of my family, Mr. Johnson."
With a cocky grin, he held out his right hand to his cantankerous father-in-law. He wasn't the only one surprised when Rueban actually shook it.
And shook it... and shook it. It quickly became apparent both men were holding each others hand in a testosterone powered struggle as they tightened their grips, neither one letting go.
Angelina and Natasia shared exasperated looks. Men!
"What the heck just happened here?" Angelina asked her Mum. Natasia rubbed her shoulders in sympathy.
"It's a guy thing, dear. It's not meant to be understood. Just be grateful this didn't turn into a fist fight." Natasia joked, eyes filled with mirth.
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Later that night when everything was peaceful and quiet, Fred and Angelina laid their babies
down to sleep. They kissed their sweet, sleepy little heads, covering them up before walking out
of the nursery hand and hand. All of the heartache and stress had been worth it in the end.
"Love you." Fred captured her lips and they shared a long, heated kiss. He effortlessly picked Angelina up in his arms as they kept on kissing. Overcome with emotion, Fred blindly walked towards the bedroom. It felt like the first time they ever kissed, only now it was even more meaningful to them.
"Ditto." Pulling back, she smiled at him before reaching out with her left foot and kicking their bedroom door closed.
They were finally where they needed to be... happy, madly in love and twice blessed.
How did you like them apples? Sadly the next chapter is the last...sob! I'll have a nice short little
epilogue to tie everything together. Thanks again to faithful readers for reviews and kind words.
But don't forget about me yet! I have a new story titled The Bachelorettes that will be out the
first of the year about the crazy Harry Potter women. See you then! ^_^