Disclaimer: Blah, blah, not mine.
Sky left me alone to find the rest of the family. I sat on one of the many red couches in that lobby, both girls in my lap. It was my first time to hold them both at once since I first saw them. Their eyes were more open and alert. Baby noises were being made, and then Baby #1 started crying. Baby #2 soon joined in. Sitting there, looking at them, watching them cry, I couldn't help it I cried with them. Instead of gurgling and making the traditional baby noises, I started apologizing to them.
"I'm sorry, I really am. It's my fault, we have no money, no baby supplies, I'm not even sure of our name. Last names, and your first and middle! I'm so sorry, you won't have a dad...I might have to kill him, he's a bad man. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It's not you, and it never will be..." I muttered to them. Their crying slowed down, wimpering took it's place. I stopped my tears, as hard as it was. It was then I figured they weren't taking to heart what I was saying, but were probably facing some other baby problems.

So, despite being in the middle the lobby, I fed them, the old fashioned way, right there. A girl a boob, they covered quite nicely. Whoever had put the clothes out for me had provided a nursing bra and shirt with buttons down the front. Smart person, the mysterious closet monster.
"Erm, is that the best idea?" I looked up to see a rather uncomftorable looking older brother of mine, Bill.
"Well it'd be a worse I idea to take them off. For one thing, they'd still be hungry, and for another, I'd be fully exposed." I had a smart mouth, but that's okay. I was a cow at that moment. Moooo.
"Where's everyone else?" I asked him, not sure what else to say. Plus, I was enjoying the fact that not only did this distract me from the soreness that is nursing, but it also gave me power over Bill. His discomfort was my gain. For once I wasn't the little girl who he had to watch out for, but the girl with her top completely unbuttoned in the middle of a lobby that he couldn't control.
"They're around. What were you saying earlier? To the twins." he asked in a rushed voice. He had heard me, and it was my turn to be uncomftorable.
"Look, Bill, we've never been the closest of siblings. The age gap is huge, it's no one's fault. So I don't feel like confiding anything in you." I flat out told him. No need for me to be nice, I wasn't in the mood.
"That's not true, c'mon tell me." he wasn't letting up. He was so incredibly big brother right then, I would have smacked him if I had a free hand. I didn't, both were being used to support the reasons I'd sag.
"Just go." I whispered, knowing he wouldn't listen. I was right, he sat down next to me. Made himself comftorable on my couch, and pouted.

"Mum! Look what she's doing!"
"I see her, George"
"Well then make her stop!"
"It's natural, Fred"
"That is not natural! Hey, Gin, put those away!" I looked up at them. There they were, standing around the couch I was being sucked dry from. Bill was still next to me, but now just watching as the people he still proclaimed family surrounded us. As the twins wrinkled his nose at me, and I raised an eyebrow.
"Would you prefer to feed them? Believe it or not, it's not as easy as it looks."
I sneered at them. They looked rather disgusted but kept their mouths shut. After saying my peace I went back to caring for the girls, who had both finished so my first task was buttoning back up. The girls both fit on my lap when I sat with my legs crossed a certain way, and were quite adorable when I did so. Bill glanced at me, and then just got up and walked away, murmuring something as he left. One by one the Weasley's walked away, leaving me to watch. It got to he point where only Arthur and I were left. He looked in the direction of the family that walked away. I couldn't see where they went sitting, but apparently he could standing up. He glanced back and forth for a moment, trapped in thought. It was incredibly obvious what he was thinking about, trying to decide whether or not to go to them or stay with me. His eyes crinkled, no longer seeing what was in front of him. Even though I couldn't see, my mind's eye could clearly imagine what Molly's face was like. Brow furrowed, lips pursed, signalling for him to get his behind over there that very instant. His eyes cleared up, he made a decision.
"They're both beautiful." he told me as he sat down where Bill had been just a few moments ago.
"Thank you." I responded, fighting the urge to point out that they're identical twins, so if one's beautiful, so is the other, even though it was quite hard. I smiled at him, the first time I smiled at a Weasley in a long time. He smiled back, appreciating what was done.
"Mind if I..?" he let his voice trail off, holding out his arms to hold a child. I instantly handed off Baby #1, which took me by surprise, but truth be told, he was the only Weasley I would do that for. No matter how much I once loved them, I didn't trust the rest them.
"Do they have names yet?" Arthur asked, barely looking up from the tiny girl.
"Well, I've been thinking. No one asked, actually..." it seemed a little horrible. No one asked about their names, barely asked about their health. They were stuck more on the fact that they were twins. Big deal! They look alike, but they're two different girls.

I exscuced myself, taking both the girls. I mumbled something about changing them, but it really wasn't that. It was more of clearing my head.


A/N: A little short; I know. And a little...graphic. Well, breastfeeding is natural. Get over it.

Mucho love to the reviewers, again. It makes me feel nice inside.