I'm soooooorry! Honestly, I didn't expect an update to take this long, but the unexpected happened: I got the flu. And for those who have never experienced the flu, I envy you, I get it every year. For those who have gotten it in the past, I'm going to assume that you understand and have forgiven me.

The story must go on, now that I am much closer to being healthy than I have been in the past few days. Love all the reviews, I really and truly do. It's the bestest. :)

Run, flee, escape! Go! Hurry! Stop just standing there!

"Um, hi." Did you even listen to me?! I told you to escape!

"Oh, Ginny." Molly gushed, pulling a tissue out from her sleeve and dabbing at her eyes.

"Daddy, make her stop." Ginny instructed, her face worried. "I hate it when she--when her eyes leak."

"I do too, Gin-bug, but after the paper…" ARE HIS EYES ABOUT TO LEAK, TOO?

"How did you even know where to find me?" Ginny asked, quickly changing the subject as the current one was not pleasant in the least.

"We just came by, hoping to get your forwarding address. And then Seamus was here, and he told us." Molly explained, smiling gratefully at Seamus, who looked a bit nervous as he looked to Ginny. Ginny raised her eyebrow in response.

Then there was a very long pause.

"Well! I gotta go to work!" Nikki suddenly announced, making Seamus jump with fright.

"Good thing you don't have to go anywhere, eh Seamus?" Ginny asked, holding his leg under the table.

"I--no. Not going anywhere." Seamus stuttered, flinching slightly as Ginny dug her nails into his thigh.

"Ginny?" Molly started, looking at her daughter with great reservation.

"Yes?" Ginny responded, very cautious.

"Wouldn't it be nice if we could all talk again?"

"Yes?"

"And if we could eat together, as a family?"

"Yes?"

"But we should start with small steps, shouldn't we?"

"Yes?"

"Perfect! Be at the Burrow by 6:30!" Molly chirped, and then as if she had just heard an alarm, shot out of her seat, grabbed her husband and yelled goodbyes as she went out the door.

"What just happened?" Seamus asked, completely bewildered.

"That old bat, she Molly Weasley'd me!" Ginny explained, gaping at her now closed door.

"Molly Weasley'd you?"

"Got me to something I didn't want to do without me even realizing I was agreeing to do it! She's a tricky one, she is."

"Gin, you're starting to talk like an old Irish woman. I'm going to take this as a sign that I am a bad influence on you. I will see you later."

"Right, right, bye, Seamus. Please don't ever shag on my couch."

"Can't make any promises, Gin!" Seamus yelled over his shoulder as he escaped her apartment of awkward.

Ginny spent the rest of the day attempting to work but getting too distracted. It really wasn't going so well for her or her productivity trying to figure out what to do with her life.

When two muggles knocked on her door, trying to convince her to take their religious pamphlet, they ended up getting sucked in for advice.

"Look," she started, the pair of innocent eyes smiling at her warmly. "If you were knocked up by your ex boyfriend, dating someone new, and not speaking to your family, but your family decided that they wanted back in your life, would you let them in? Mind you, they are completely in love with the ex who knocked you up, who is a complete ass and not ready to be a father, unlike the current guy, but y'know, just because he's ready doesn't mean I'm ready for him to be the father, and it would be nice to have my family's help, but they're all completely bonkers, and speaking of bonkers I keep having dreams about my other ex, who I almost married but now he's dead, and I know he's dead but I really want him to be around, because he'd be a great dad, but really, the ex who knocked me up isn't a bad guy, an idiot, but a good guy, but this bloke I'm dating--hey! Where are you going?"

After that little episode Ginny went back to talking to Julio.

She continued to attempt working, but all she managed to come up with was a shoe that reminded her of her Uncle Stephen and the time she'd seen him wearing her grandmother's clothes. When Nikki came home she not only told Ginny she had to go to the dinner, but she also had to bring something.

"It's just rude showing up with bringing a hostess gift!" Nikki insisted.

"But they're my parents! If I can't be rude to them, who can I be rude to?" Ginny insisted.

"You're bringing flowers, that's the end of it." Nikki stated, crossing her arms.

"But flowers cost money," Ginny continued to whine.

"You own a multinational business! You have money!"

"Oh, right."

Which is exactly how Ginny found herself, standing on her childhood doorstep, holding a bouquet of daisies. After rapping three times, the door swung open as if Mr. Weasley had been told to stand post there for the past half hour, which was entirely possible.

"Here," Ginny said, straight off the bat, pushing the flowers into her father's hands, "these are to show that I'm not rude and that I don't hate you. Even though I am and I kinda do."

"Right, well, I'll take these and put them in water and if they die I'll know it was your hatred, if they make it through the night, I'll know it's because you still care."

"Daddy, please don't be joking around too much tonight, I'm too busy concentrating on not throwing up that I can only half pay attention to your level of sincerity."

"Fear or guilt or baby?"

"Yes."

"Oh, your mother will bring out her A-game tonight."

For whatever reason, Ginny wasn't reassured as she made her way into the kitchen.

"Pot roast, pasta, omelets, or chicken fried rice?" Molly Weasley's voice greeted as Ginny walked into the kitchen.

"Is the question what Ron had for breakfast?" Ginny quipped back, amazed at the number of pots and pans that were putting themselves to work in the kitchen.

"What? No, which one do you think you can stomach? You were my most difficult pregnancy, always wanted what I didn't have to eat, I'm betting yours will be the same way." Molly explained, pushing the rice around as it cooked.

"Wow, Mum, your putting forth an actual effort for all this." Ginny breathed out. She really hadn't expect all that.

"'Course I am, how else am I going to convince you you need to move home?"

And there it is.

"Just pick what you want, Gin-bug." Arthur sighed, seeing the look that was creeping up Ginny's face at her mother's audacity.

Pot roast-gonna hurl, pasta-might not hurl, omelets-maybe with pepperoni, chicken fri--no, absolutely not. Hold it in, Gin. You've got nothing to throw up.

"Well," Ginny sighed out, thinking over the food again, sans the Chinese this time.

"Don't tell me," Molly started, looking up with an annoyed expression, "none of these." she finished so dully and obviously annoyed Ginny had flashbacks to when she was eight and it really was Bill who broke the lamp and ran out.

"Is there anyway we could order a pizza or something?" living a muggle neighborhood was starting to show.

"…No." Molly stated, not even bothering to hide her annoyance. "I did not cook all this to pay someone else to make a pizza."

"Right, sorry, sorry," Ginny muttered, noting how quickly the good feelings were gone, "I'll try pasta."

They all sat down to eat, Mr. Weasley helping himself to pot roast and Molly going for the Asian cuisine, Ginny made her sit on the opposite end of the table for it. After a few bites of pasta, a quick round of vomiting, and ending up eating an omelet, the three of them had a stiff, yet cordial meal.

Being very careful not to talk about anything that would lead to a fight, so it was mainly about the weather and the fact that Percy's daughter Molly would be in a dance recital, a sunflower in the garden dance.

They were halfway through dessert, Ginny deciding on pie after cereal, ice cream, and cake all sounded disturbing, when the mood shifted.

There was a knock at the door, making both Ginny's parents jump.

"Are you expecting someone?" Ginny asked, halfway attempting to not sound accusatory as she was almost sure Harry freakin' Potter would be on the other side of the door, and while one parent opened it, the other would hold her down force them to kiss and make up.

"No," Molly answered, her eyes narrowed as she looked off towards the door. She started to rise but was stopped by her husband.

"I'll get it," he stated, but it was more of an order. The mood shifted from awkward and quiet to a bit nervous and electric with anticipation.

Two beats later Mr. Weasley returned, slowly shaking his head as three people followed.

"We said no visitors tonight!" Mrs. Weasley snapped as soon as the group became visible.

"I didn't think you meant me!" George cried back, obviously upset, "I'm your favorite!"

"I really can't argue," Ginny cut in, taking another bite of pie, "I am the one that runs away, gets tattoos and gets pregnant."

"I haven't done any of those things, Mum, you should give me her pie." George stated, pointing at Ginny's plate.

"George, if you so much as look at my food with lust in your eyes, I will forcibly remove your remaining ear."

"…All right, I would like a different piece of pie." he paused, thinking this over, "And I would like to request that no one remove anymore of my body parts. I'm starting to run low."

"What else is missing?" Mr. Weasley asked, perking up in his seat.

"Well, you see, Angie's got a hold of my b--"

"That's enough! Dear." Angelina cut him off through gritted teeth.

As soon as his wife had turned away, George pointed at his wife and mouthed the word 'SEE?!'

Knowingly, his father just nodded in response. Ginny felt a bit like she had just wandered into a boy's locker room.

"What is going on tonight?" George questioned taking his son Freddie from his wife's arms and sitting down next to Ginny. The toddler instantly reached for his aunt's hair.

"You've gotten so big!" Ginny cooed at him, trying not to sneer too much as he pulled a bit.

"No," Freddie responded.

"That's the only word he knows," Angelina filled Ginny in, "He's quite advanced, though. We actually crashed because George said this would be the only way we could track you down and guilt you into coming to our anniversary shindig."

"Of course I will!" Ginny answered, a bit shocked. She didn't really think she wouldn't be allowed to go to parties while on the family hiatus she'd been enjoying.

"It's here and the whole family's coming, so glad you'll make it!" George chirped.

"Wait---no, can't I just take you to a bar, like I did Freddie?" Ginny questioned, suddenly regretting what she'd said.

"Well, let's ask Freddie." George responded, turning his son so they were looking each other in the eye. "Freddie, can Aunt Ginny take away your special bond of going to bars together by making it something she does with everyone?"

"No?"

"Well, there you have it. You'll be here at two? Great! Thanks, sis!"

Ginny sat there, gaping at her situation.

"But everyone will be there!" she cried out, desperate.

"Everyone including you!" George responded, gleefully.

"It's an anniversary party, what do you really think we're going to do, Ginny?" Molly asked, a bit annoyed.

"I don't know, at a perfectly innocent wedding you convinced me to go out with an ex-boyfriend and now I'm pregnant." Ginny huffed in response.

"Right, sorry 'bout that." George responded, thinking back to how he paid for the reconciliation coffee that inadvertently resulted in his younger sister getting knocked up.

Ginny sighed, there was really no way out of this.

"It won't be so bad, will it Freddie?" she finally asked the young child.

"Bop."

"Bop? You know one word and it is the one word I need to be reassured and you give me bop? What is bop?" Ginny questioned.

"Bop is the word that apparently means, Aunt Ginny you are stuck." George explained, a half grin on his face.

Stuck. Like you wouldn't believe.