A bit of a cute and wholesome one for you all! I personally loved writing about these two! Enjoy (and please review - I'm feeling lonely).

"Babe, are you home?"

Tapping her foot nervously against the footrest of the stool she sat at, Angelina called out to her husband of two years, "Yes love, in the kitchen."

"I have a new invention I want you to test out!"

"Damn it," she muttered under her breath. Of course George would have something to talk about the second he got home. Angelina had mentally prepared herself to blurt out some surprising news that she had been withholding since the night before the minute he walked through the door, but now she was caught off guard.

"Ah yeah, what is it?"

George entered the kitchen and gave his wife a peck on the lips before he set a small paper bag on the kitchen counter. With an excited grin on his face, George pulled a small white marshmallow from the bag and held it out in his palm for Angelina to examine.

Angelina stared at him questioningly, "A marshmallow?"

"A very fun marshmallow!"

"What does it do?"

"It may or may not cause the consumer to swell and have marshmallow-like skin for up to an hour."

"Oh wow," Angelina grinned, amazed at the new product her husband had invented.

"It'll be a big seller when we release it, but as always I have to let you get a sneak peek of the beauty! You're ready to try it out now yeah?"

Without thinking Angelina nodded and took the mallow out of her husband's hand. Just as she went to pop the sweet into her mouth, she remembered that she had more than just herself to think about when consuming a body-altering wheeze now.

"Are there any risks in taking it?"

George looked puzzled for a moment as Angelina had never thought twice about testing out a product of his. Still, he grabbed the packing out of the bag and read out the health warnings of the marshmallow. "Well, just the usual warnings with the physical alteration wheezes; not suitable for people with heart problems, skin conditions or diseases, pregnant women, animals, magical creatures and children under 5 years of age. You'll be fine!"

Ange dropped the sweet onto the bench top quickly and shook her head hastily, "Ah no, I can't take that!"

George frowned, "Why not love?"

"I'm…uh, I'm in the not suitable category."

George glanced over his wife, finally taking in her nervousness and generally paler look. There was definitely something up, and given the list of warnings he'd just read out, it really concerned him.

"Are you okay? You haven't got any heart problems or something terrible like that do you?"

"No, I would definitely have told you that."

"Well," he took in a huge breath, looking back to warning label, "You're not an animal - unless we're talking in the bedroom, then…" Angelina rolled her eyes and gave George a playful smack on his shoulder. George chuckled but continued, "No skin conditions?"

"Nope."

Angelina's heartbeat began increasing as he ran through the list. Maybe he'd figure out her news himself - she could only hope so given how terrified she was of saying it out loud. Angelina knew the second that George's eyes had landed on the last probable warning on the label as his eyes bulged widely and his head snapped up to meet her own gaze.

"The only other warning is for pregnant women."

"Yes."

"Yes?"

Ange didn't know what else to say, so she repeated, "Yes."

George stood still and quiet for a short minute, his eyes darting between the labelling, his wife's eyes and her stomach. Having to physically shake himself to cease his staring, George ran his hand through his hair and leant closer to Ange from across the kitchen counter. Looking deeply into her eyes, George asked softly, "Hold on a second, are you actually telling me that you're pregnant?"

"It looks like it."

George let out a nervous chuckle before he breathed out, "Well how about that."

The pair stood together in silence for a few moments as George processed the news and Ange processed his reaction. When George gave her nothing but a blank stare, Angelina decided to keep explaining the situation.

"I found out last night, Bec and Kaitlin suspected it so they made me take a test and it was positive," she plucked the small vial out of her jacket pocket and popped it on the bench in front of George so he had some real confirmation. He picked it up with a steady hand despite his shock, and examined the pink contents the represented a positive result. George had thought maybe it was a prank, honestly. They sold pretty convincing false-positive pregnancy potions in the joke shop - one of his more controversial prank items - so maybe she had felt like giving him a first hand experience of the item. When he read the warning label though, that had actual medical advice rather than the jargon the prank ones fashioned, he realised that it definitely wasn't a practical joke.

"It's real."

"Of course it's real! You think I'd joke about this?" Ange frowned.

George looked her in the eyes again. Her honest, anxious eyes were not making him feel any better, in fact they were only scaring him even more because he realised she really wasn't just messing around. "You're really pregnant?"

"George, listen to me. I'm definitely pregnant."

Angelina had spent the night before enjoying a girls night in with her two best friends Bec and Kaitlin while George enjoyed a guys night out with half the males in England.

After feeling the need to vomit for the fourth time that week, Ange expressed her concerns of having a stomach bug to her friends. Bec, being a qualified healer, quickly questioned her symptoms, trying to pinpoint the problem. Kaitlin however suggested the one thing Angelina and Bec hadn't yet thought about.

"Maybe you're up the duff?"

The suggestion sent Ange into a spiral of worry. Racing out to purchase a couple of tests, the girls night in had turned into a girls night of panic, and they waited for the results to reveal the truth.

"I can't look."

"Here, I will," Kaitlin offered which was followed quickly by a gasp of, "Oh shit!"

Angelina's eyes flung open at Kaitlin's outburst, "Show me!"

Her heart sank with worry and dread and shock - and somehow, a hint of elation - as she saw the pink vial in her friend's hands. Shaking her head furiously, Angelina began trying to figure out how this had even been possible. "No, no that can't be right. Surely I can't be pregnant! Can I Bec?"

"W-well, do you use protection every time you and George… do it?"

"Most of the time."

"Most of the time?"

"Well sometimes we just forget."

"You just forget?" she repeated slowly, "Did you just forget you can also get pregnant from unprotected sex as well?"

"Well we're married! It's not like it used to be when we were young and just dating and we made sure we were safe every single time. It's less of an issue for me if get pregnant now, so I guess we only really do it when we remember to."

"Well since it's less of an issue for you," Bec rolled her eyes and smirked simultaneously, "congratulations you dummy! You're pregnant!"

Oh if Angelina could have done some things differently. She knew that George and herself had been playing with fire over the last 6 months, and now their laziness was going to cost them in a big way. She wasn't exactly destroyed by the news though. After all, she'd been fighting the urge of wanting to have a baby for a while, an urge she blamed George for, as she had only started feeling it after watching him play with baby Victoire so many times. However, as a couple they had agreed to wait at least another year or two before they even started trying for children and now, two years too soon, they were expecting.

"Blimey," George sighed, pulling her back down to reality, "Is that why you've been feeling off lately?"

"Yep… at least we've solved that issue right? It's not your cooking skills after all," she chuckled softly, trying to lighten the tense mood in the room.

"Blimey," he repeated, still not giving Angelina much expression to work with.

"I-is that okay?"

"Ange, it's… it's great."

Ange's brow shot up on her head in surprise, "Really?"

"Well yeah. It's definitely a shock. I mean, didn't we only just agree that we wouldn't have kids for another couple of years though?"

"We did," she nodded slowly, remembering that recent conversation about babies as they strolled through Diagon Alley one afternoon, "But I think this may have happened just before we had that conversation."

"Oh. Right then," George nodded stiffly before he rested his face in his hands.

The room felt too tense between the pair who usually never spent a single second in such a state. Angelina couldn't remember the last time they'd been so uncomfortable. Maybe 3 months before when they'd fought over who should have the last chocolate chip cookie and George shoved it in his mouth before Ange could even attempt to claim it. With that one exception though, this was a very unusual situation for the pair.

"Are you sure you're okay? I mean, I know we agreed to wait and I know it's not planned," Angelina tried to steady her breath as she cut through the tense air.

"-I am okay babe," he sighed, "We've been married for two years, we've both got decent careers - even if you have a boss that drives you up the wall," Angelina snorted in disgust at the mention of her boss Andrew McClaggen who made it his mission to give her hell at any chance. "And it's not like we don't love each other or anything, or that we only just met. We're in love, we're married - we're pretty much at the ideal stage in our lives to have a baby. I wouldn't even say this baby was unplanned, it was just unexpected."

Ange snorted at her husband's suggestion, "It was unplanned and unexpected and you know it."

"Well, we may not have been planning to get pregnant, but I think we both know we've been risking it a lot lately, right? I know for a fact that the spell hasn't been used by either of us in several weeks."

George was right, and somehow his statement had Ange's heart fluttering with hope. "So if we both knew we were risking getting pregnant, why did neither of us stop it?"

George rounded the kitchen counter to stand right in front of his wife. Leaning between her legs as she remained seated, he leaned in so that their foreheads were nearly touching and looked her straight in the eyes, confessing, "I didn't bother doing the charm because I'm a lazy prick. But I also figured if you happened to fall pregnant then it wouldn't be such a bad thing," he quickly placed a kiss on her nose and straightened his stand slightly, "And why didn't you do it?"

"I-I guess I felt the same way. And I just thought that because it's such small window of opportunity that if I did manage to get pregnant, maybe it would just be a sign that it was meant to happen."

"I guess it was meant to happen then?" he smirked.

"I guess you're right," she grinned back.

Both in a much lighter mood than five minutes beforehand, the couple held each other in a tight embrace before locking their lips and sharing a deep kiss filled with new admiration and enthusiasm. It was as though they were both trying to express their thoughts and feelings through their kisses, not letting go of each other or breaking contact for quite a few moments. However, Angelina still had something on her mind, and gently broke the kiss to get some reassurance for her husband's initial reaction.

"You're okay with it though, right? You seemed… upset?"

George moved his hands up to rub her shoulders comfortingly before he explained with a deep sigh, once again feeling bad for making his wife doubt his emotions, "I wasn't upset babe, I was just shocked. You're having a baby Ange… that's pretty shocking if you ask me."

"So you are okay?"

With a promising smile, George said, "Better than okay. I'm going to be a dad."

Angelina's stomach flipped excitedly as she felt George place his hand over it softly. Suddenly, she realised how different it was going to be - how one day soon George wouldn't be holding his hand to her flat stomach, but rather a swollen version of it now holding their baby inside it. The pair continued to kiss and hug and spend minutes just smiling widely at each other with all the love they had, both overwhelmed and ecstatic all at once.

"So, we're doing this? Like we're actually going to be…"

"Parents," George said, taking in a deep breath of air as he thought about the term. "Wow."

"What do we do now?"

Ange was quick to notice her husband's eyes dart towards the kitchen counter. Slowly, George reached for the marshmallow and held it up in between their faces so they could both examine it. With a sheepish grin he confessed, "Well I really want to show you how cool this marshmallow sweet is, but you just told me I'm going to be a dad and now it feels just a bit too childish…"

Angelina beamed at George. She'd always loved how playful and goofy he could be, never failing to make her - and the whole world - laugh. She prayed their child would grow up as carefree and humorous as him.

"Go for it, I want to see it too. As long as you let me use you as a pillow the whole time!"

George's mouth grew into a wide, mischievous grin as he whispered right before popping the sweet into his mouth, "I knew I married a good one."

I hope that hit the spot for you. Let me know what you think! :)