Chapter Five
**********3 years later********
George and Angelina's wedding day was right around the corner. She had her dress, he had his tux. So far they were both excited and very scared. Molly was hysterical trying to cope with her other son getting married soon. The 'soon-to-be' newly-weds were horribly busy running around taking care of last minute details.
The morning of his wedding George woke up early and carefully put on his tuxedo. Within an hours time he was at the altar waiting for Angelina to walk down the isle. She appeared at the doors and started her unbearable slow descent down the sky blue carpet isle finally reaching him she turned to the priest who had just asked for her vows.
"I vow, George Weasley, to be the best wife and mother I can. To love you forever and without condition and to stand by your side until death takes me away. I pledge my soul and my entire being into you. I have given you my heart, and I hope you know that when doing that I gave you the power to emotionally wound me in a way almost impossible for others. I'm risking all of me to be with you, and I wouldn't want it any other way." Angelina said with tears pouring down her face.
"George your turn." The priest said quietly.
"Angelina Johnson, I vow to love you forever no matter what it costs me. You are the first person that's made me happy since my brother died. When I have ever needed you by my side you were there holding me before anyone could even ask what was wrong. You saw into me in a way i've never let another person see me. I will be eternally yours as a husband and a father. If this is all I get for the rest of my life, I shall indeed die a truly blessed man." George said with tears forming in his eyes.
They both repeated some lines the priest asked them to. George was the first person to say I do:
"George Weasley." The priest began. "Do you take Angelina Johnson to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold forever until death do you part?"
"I do." George whispered.
The priest turned to Angelina. "Do you Angelina Johnson take George Weasley to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold forever until death do you part?"
"I do." She said smiling through her tears of joy.
"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife." The priest shouted. "You may kiss the bride."
George leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. When he pulled away everyone clapped. The party afterwards was sensational, though he barely got to dance with his wife. George took turns dancing with his little sister, his mother... Percy.
As the party began to die down, Ange and George snuck off to their bedroom. There was never another night in George's previous years that held as much bliss and accomplishment and love that was in their wedding night. The next morning the newly weds finally began their life together.
One month after they had gotten married Angelina discovered she was pregnant. All of the family gathered at the news and celebrated with a huge party at the Burrow. Molly cried tears of happiness mixed with a little 'Oh God, I'm going to be a grandma'. After the party Angelina went to bed early as she wasn't feeling her best.
The next few months were incredibly tiring and difficult for Angelina. She enjoyed doing things so the maternity leave from her job as an auror just annoyed her. George resigned to moving back in with his parents so he would have help taking care of Ange during the pregnancy. Molly was more than helpful while George worked in the joke shop to help pay hospital bills and rent.
In the last trimester George came home to Angelina already asleep in their room. Every night he would wrap his arm around her so he could feel the baby kick against it. Sometimes Ange would wake up and snuggle her back against his chest. He liked it when she did.
His brother's death may still have been an open wound, but there wasn't a day that George didn't smile and laugh with or at his family. He had so much to love, and was so thankful for it. At the same time though, not all the death eaters had been killed or caught. So through all their fun and love they still made sure to keep a bunch of protection charms over the house and the baby.
While the protection was keeping everyone safe, Ange still felt suffocated.
"Baby," She started saying to her husband. She was not in a good mood. "I really understand that we need to be protected and stay safe. But..."
"Love, the enchantments are staying up." George said cutting her off. "I know it's a lot, and yes probably too much, but the death eaters are-"
"Yes, George I know about the few death eaters that are left, but do you honestly think they would try something again?" Angelina shouted.
"No but I'm not taking that chance." He said softly. George wouldn't dare yell at his wife.
"But why this much?" Ange was still shouting.
"Because," George said tearing up a little. "I lost half of my soul in that war and I refuse to lose the other half because she doesn't think anything will happen! I can't.."
"Okay baby. Okay, leave them up." Angelina said feeling sorry she had brought things this far. "I would be the same way, just my hormones and the baby... I'm sorry hon."
"It's okay." George whispered taking her in his arms.
One month later, Angelina was on a gurney in a St. Mungo's delivery room. Her contractions were horribly painful and close together. After about thirty minutes the doctor came in and examined her again.
"Well, I'd say you're ready to give birth Miss Johnson." He said smiling at her.
"Mrs. Weasley." The couple corrected in unison.
Harry, Hermione, Lee and the rest of the Weasleys, save George who was with Ange, sat in the waiting room awaiting news.
The birthing process finally began. George held onto and kissed Angelina's hand as she screamed and cried her way though the trying birth. Almost half the staff was in the room watching for the hour long, somewhat loud, presentation. At 8:30 PM on Saturday May 11th, George and Angelina Weasley's son was born into the world. George laid on the gurney with Angelina and supported their child between them in his arms. Nothing could have been better. It only took a matter of minutes for them to decide on a name that suited the new youngster.
As it was so late and everyone was tired, the rest of the family and all the other guests departed from the hospital leaving the couple with their newly found bliss. The next day Angelina was dismissed from the hospital and brought back to the Burrow with the child in her arms. They passed their son around allowing everyone a chance to hold and cuddle him. Once the child was handed back to George Molly looked at him questioningly.
"You haven't told us his name yet." She said. "What have you decided on?"
"Well," George began, smiling. "Ange and I thought about it, and... We want to give him a good name. One that means strength and courage. A name that will go down in history as a brave warrior just like the man who bore it before him." George looked over at Harry and saw him smile and nod. "Everyone meet my son, Fred Weasley."
Molly started crying again, but so did many others. George looked down at his son's beautiful red hair and chocolate eyes. "Just like him." He whispered a tear running down his face. "Just like you." Angelina corrected as she smiled and stroked her sons head. Fred grasped one of her fingers in his tiny hand and smiled up at his mother.
All was good... Well, for the time being at least.
