Disclaimer: I own nothing but the clothes on my back and a few other things… You must be crazy to think that I own these characters or places,because aswe all should knowtheybelong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.
The Baby
I looked down at the small child in my arms, smiling to myself at how much she already looked like her farther, the soft fuzz on the top of her head was bright red already even through she was only a few hours old. Her pink fists curled against my chest as she snuggled into me with a small whimper. As soon as I had seen my husband holding her to him I could tell that she was going to be her daddy's little princess. In the corridor I could hear my husband telling the gathered family and friends excitedly about the birth of our first child, Isabella Emily Granger-Weasley.
The door to my room swang open revealing a gaggle of redheads, a black-haired man and a tall blonde man. A short redheaded, and very pregnant, young woman rushed forward
"Mione" She whispered before rushing forward and giving me a careful hug
"Hey Gin," I whispered back
"You have a baby"
"Thanks for pointing that out Gin I hadn't noticed" I said, sarcasm practically dripping from my words.
"Sorry" she said sheepishly, shuffling back to her husband.
As soon as she had moved out of the way my husband rushed to the side of my bed before flinging himself carefully onto it. I giggled at his foolishness.
"Hi Baby" He said before kissing Isabella gently on the head "Hi Sweetheart" he said to me this time, then kissed me tenderly on the lips for a second, before pulling back and putting his arm around me.
"I love you," I told him, a smile forming on my lips
"I love you too," He said before adding, " Nearly as much as I love Quidditch"
I hit him playfully over the back of the head with my free arm
"Ow" He whined pretending to be hurt
"Get over it" I try to tell him seriously, but can't help it when a small smile starts tugging at the corner of my lips.
"We'll just leave you two and my new grandbaby alone for a bit shall we?" Molly Weasley inquired
My husband just nodded at his mother, then turned back to me and took our baby out of my tired arms and rested her against his chest.
I smiled to myself thinking about how wonderful my husband, my friend, my lover, my Fred was.
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