"Right, what needs doing?" Fred asked as he looked down on his brother who was peering closely at the carpet.
"I was hoping you would know dear brother."
"Well, I may have some experience with nurseries, but Natty is nearly 1 now. It was a while ago- and you may have different taste than me."
"I'm your twin, we have the same taste."
"Right. So is the carpet good?"
"Check, carpet is good."
"And the walls..."
"..need painted."
"Cream then?"
"Yeh, cream."
"Well that's easy enough." And with a swish of his wand the first wall was done. Within moments the whole room was painted cream, and reading his brother's mind he painted the ceiling and skirting boards white.
"So now we're done with that..."
"...let's go get a drink." George pulled over the bedroom door. Before tip-toeing out of the flat he looked in on his sleeping wife.
"Sleeping like a baby." He grinned.
"As you're about to find out mate, babies don't sleep all that well." Fred said as he placed his arm around his brother's shoulders. "Come on and let's get you that drink. My shout."
"So how are you feeling?" Fred asked as he placed a drink in front of his twin.
"Anxious. Worried. Bloody terrified."
"Never worry mate. You're having twins! They're going to be just like us. A fantastic duo."
"That's if we survive that long. I could get home and the house might be on fire. And Hermione's worried about dropping one of them."
"It's natural to have worries when you're becoming a parent for the first time. You should tell her to look on the bright side. At least she has you. She could have ended up with Ron, and then where would she be?"
"With Ron."
"Right."
Both boys grinned at the thought of Ron as a parent. Dropping the baby would be the least of the concerns.
"I guess we better get you back to the missus."
"Yeh just in case the twins have had any ideas while we've been out."
"Thank goodness you have Hermione to discipline them."
"I know. Being a parent is so hard!"
"Nice job on the kitchen by the way."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh you'll see..."
George stood in the middle of his kitchen with his hands over his face. This was going to start to get really annoying.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked through a yawn.
"The kitchen's green this time."
After rubbing the sleep from her eyes she looked around to see her beautiful kitchen painted a horrid lime green.
"It may be time to start yelling." George said as he flicked his wand to return the kitchen back to it's normal colours.
"Don't even think about doing that again." She scolded to her tummy. "Otherwise there'll be trouble."
"Otherwise I'm going to have to get some sunglasses."