We had a very small, intimate wedding involving only our families a few weeks later, just after Christmas. Our married life was going wonderfully. I had sold my flat in Hogsmeade and now stayed at George's when we were in Hogsmeade and at one of my homes if we were going elsewhere.
February found us living in my home on Crete. I stepped out of the fireplace, angry and ready to murder someone or something. George was going over some diagrams, plans, and figures which were laid out on the table in front of him. He glanced up as I angrily hurled all of my Quidditch gear against one of the living room walls. The house was very open and airy and many of the walls were really just large windows. I snatched a book off of the table, and hurled it against the same wall with a shriek, and I stormed off to the kitchen. I flung the freezer open and pulled out a carton of chocolate ice cream. I ripped the lid off of it, and dug in the drawers for a spoon. I boosted myself onto a counter and was angrily shoveling ice cream into my mouth by the time George walked into the kitchen.
"So Practice went well today, I see," he said sarcastically, setting a hand on either side of my hips.
"I got fired today," I snapped.
"Why?" he asked, looking shocked.
"I fell off my damn broom," I told him, as I moodily attacked the ice cream.
"They fired you for falling off of your broom?" He asked incredulously.
"No," I told him, waving my spoon. "They fired me for being in breach of my contract," I explained very slowly as if he were a complete idiot.
"Falling off of your broom breaches your contract? Darling, I hate to point it out, but you often take flying leaps off of your broom," he said, looking utterly confused. I screamed in frustration and took a very deep, slow breath.
"No, falling off of my broom was not the problem," I said in as calm a voice as I could manage. "Being in breach of my contract was the problem."
"So how are you in breach of your contract?" he asked, watching me carefully.
"For not telling them I was pregnant," I whispered, dropping my gaze to the spoon I held limply in one hand. He was silent for a moment, and I looked up to see him staring at me in complete shock.
"Pregnant?" he asked finally, as if he didn't believe it.
"I didn't know about it before, but yes," I said calmly. "The team physician said I'm about four weeks along."
He grinned and kissed me fiercely. I smiled weakly, as tears filled my eyes.
"So you've been playing for a month in your condition," he stated as I started crying.
"And now I'm fired!" I wailed, gesturing with my spoon. "What are we going to do?" I sobbed, wiping at my eyes with one hand.
"Anna, you've got over twenty million Galleons, Fred and I are making a steady profit of almost four hundred thousand Galleons a year, I don't think we have any reason to be worried," he told me gently. I nodded miserably. "It's ok love," he laughed as he dropped a kiss on my forehead. I sniffed and smiled at him.
"Do you think it'll be twins again?" I teased, and he laughed.
"Hmm," he responded. "I find that a little unlikely, but I suppose it's possible."
"Twins run in both our families," I reminded him.
"Yes and we already have twins," he shot back.
"I guess you're right."