Sorry for the delay in this story. I've been away for a while and had no time. But now I'm back and school's started and I should have more time without going on holidays with no computers! So here's month three! I'm focusing on how hard it would have been for the tiny Fred and George to have their mother so distracted all of a sudden, when they're used to constant love!

Also, Fred and George's speech is a little advanced for their age, but I always figured they would have talked early, being the troublenmakers they always are! And it worked for the story, so you'll have to forgive me.

Disclaimer: I'm on FANfiction for a reason! HP isn't mine!

Month Three

Arthur had just led Molly back up the stairs to bed. He'd found her up at 6am vomiting again and moaning about how tired she was. The morning sickness had started shortly after they had told the kids about the new baby.

"Urg, I never got morning sickness with the others- well, except for with Percy, and that was only in the second month for a few weeks." She moaned. "I should be easing out of morning sickness by the third month!"

Arthur had settled her upstairs with some fluffed up pillows and a kiss before shutting the door to keep out the kids. Then he went back downstairs to attempt making breakfast. By the time he'd piled up a stack of slightly burnt toast the room was full of shouting little boys.

He tried to call for silence, but all attempts failed, so he dumped the toast on the table and yelled above their chatter "Who's hungry!"

It worked. The boys were immediately silent as they consumed themselves with the important task of eating. Arthur began a quick head count, just to be sure.

He groaned. George was missing.

"Where's your brother Fred?" Arthur asked, because one always knew where to find the other on the rare occasion they weren't side by side.

"es looknfer mum." Fred jabbered as he reached for the strawberry jam and got in all over the table. Arthur didn't have time to clean things up, he ran for the stairs, taking them in twos and threes in his hurry. All he could think of was Molly's tired face as he'd helped her back to bed.

He reached the door to the master bedroom just in time to see George, on tiptoes, pulling the doorhandle down.

"Uhuhuh!" Arthur said, scooping George up and shutting the door as it began to swing open. "Mummy's sleeping now Georgie."

George wriggled a little and stuck out his lower lip.

"Wansee mummy." He whined.

"You can't see her right now, she's got to sleep." Arthur soothed. He was pleased to see George stopped wriggling. But just as he got his hopes up for a quick recovery his son burst into tears. It was something that George almost never did.

"Hey, it's okay Georgie." George continued to sob, so Arthur whispered quietly in his arm, trying to sooth him, as he carried him as far from molly as he could get in a short time. When they reached the bottom of the stairs he plopped George down on the bottom step and kneeled in front of him. A door opened behind him and the other kids came out.

"We heard crying dad, what's-" Bill broke off and stared at George.

Another set of wailing broke out as Fred joined his brother and came tottering to sit beside him, crying just as hard all of a sudden. That was the trouble with the twins. Though they rarely cried, when they did, they always cried together.

"You two, it'll be fine, Mummy will be down later. But she needs some sleep now, she's very tired after carrying your new baby brother around." He deliberately said only one gender, hoping to distract the boys when they had to correct him. The twins always called it a sister.

"Sista," Fred sniffled "Is sista."

"Are you sure?" Arthur asked sceptically, building on it. Fred stopped crying, though tears were still seeping from his eyes.

"Yes, is sista." Fred said again. Arthur smiled.

"Maybe it is..." He pretended to consider. It was adorable how much Fred wanted a little girl. Though he knew he wouldn't be too disappointed with a brother.

"Tis! Tis! Tis!" he squealed, thumping Arthur and almost toppling him over.

"Oh, alright, a brother or sister." Arthur conceded. Fred grinned and turned sharply to George, only to find he was still crying. Silently Fred wrapped his arms around George and whispered. "Sokay Gerge."

Bill knelt down too, and turned George's face up to meet his eyes.

"You'll be okay Georgie." He said softly "Mum had to stay away some when she was pregnant with you two rascals." He gave George a little tickle that almost brought a smile to his face while Fred giggled at being called a rascal. "But dad's okay at looking after us, really."

George looked up at his father, sobs subsiding to hiccups. He reached out his pudgy little arms for a hug and Arthur scooped him up, relief flooding him.

There was a pause as George whipped his tears off his face with his father's robes. Then he broke the silence. "I'm 'ungry."

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