Molly pulled me into her arms the moment we stepped into the loud, boisterous house from the fireplace.

"Phia!" Teddy yelled from where he played with Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermoine on the floor.

"Mum, whatever you're cooking smells really good," George told her.

She smiled. "It's a new recipe that I—"

"Oh no," I breathed. I had truly smelt the food cooking then. I covered my mouth and ran for the bathroom. I could hear George laughing from the living room as I lost the contents of my stomach in the toilet. I emerged a few minutes later and I smacked his arm. "Laugh at me one more time, George," I taunted.

I got another wiff of the food and I turned into George's arms, burying my face in his chest with a groan.

"The baby must not be a fan of the food," he informed everyone.

"I'll make something else then," Molly said with a pat on my back. Suddenly her hand froze. "Baby?"

"Did you just say baby?" Ginny demanded.

"You're having a baby?" Fleur asked.

Molly pulled me around so I could look at her. "You're pregnant?"

I nodded, trying my hardest not to breathe. "We found out a few days ago. I'm already three months along."

She grinned and suddenly everyone was hugging me and congratulating George.

When I was finally free, I turned back to George's arms. "George, the smell," I mumbled. I clutched him closer.

He rubbed my back and kissed the top of my head. "We'll do something to clear the air, darling."

I groaned and pulled back to go run off to the bathroom for a second time in five minutes.

"That's how we realized she was pregnant," George joked.

I barely made it to the toilet this time, and I stayed in there until he came to get me. "You better not be messing with me."

He chuckled. "Sophia, I promise you won't be able to smell any of it. Hermoine and Mum figured out a charm for it. All of the smell is gone, but I do have to tell you that you are missing out. It honestly smells great."

I glared at him and walked back to the living room after washing my mouth out.

"Better, dear?" Molly asked sympathetically.

I nodded, realizing I could breathe again. "I'm sorry, Molly."

She gave me another hug, waving off my apology. "There's nothing to be sorry about. It's just a pregnancy thing. I had it with Charlie and the twins; skipped right over the rest of them though. It passes."

I sat down on the sofa next to Sirius who was sharing apple slices with Teddy. He caught me staring at the plate and laughed. "Here. I'll go get us more."

I eagerly took the plate. "Thank you," I said as I already began chewing one of the pieces.

Molly looked between me and George. "What can I make you for dinner?" she asked. "Is there anything that makes you nauseous?"

"The only things we've had to stay away from are meat, onions, and cheese," George told her. "She can't stand the smell of any of those."

I ate another apple piece. "Don't worry about me, Molly. I'm fine with this apple."

"How do you expect my grandchild to grow when all he's getting is an apple?" she reproached.

"She," I whispered.

Molly looked confused for a moment before Fleur grinned. "You're having a girl?"

"We don't know for sure, but we think."

Molly gave me a knowing smile with a nod. "Even more reason for you to be getting her nice and strong. She'll have to grow up around all of these men." Before I could say anything she was in the kitchen, and pots and pans were banging around.

"George, tell her she doesn't have to make me anything," I pleaded.

He sat down on the other side of me as Sirius came back with a few oranges. He sat them on my lap and I began to peel one of them. I used the empty apple plate to hold my scraps.

George kissed my temple. "If it makes you sick just tell me, and I'll come up with an excuse for us to leave, alright? I promise you won't hurt her feelings."

Arthur chuckled. "She won't take no for an answer, so the best thing to do is just let her cook for you."

Teddy stood at my feet, his chin resting on my knees. "Hi, Phia."

I smiled and George lifted him up so he could sit on his lap. "Hi, Teddy. Where's Mr. Butterwhiskey?"

He looked around and then found the stuffed pig I had found at a store a few weeks ago. He ran over and grabbed it before asking to be picked up again. I held up the oranges so he could slide over onto my lap.

We shared the oranges, making small talk with each other for the longest time until I realized everyone was staring at us.

"What?" I demanded.

"You just had a conversation with a two year old about finger painting being better than coloring," Charlie informed me.

George grinned and kissed me smack on the lips. "I love you."

I rolled my eyes, patting his cheek. "Yes, I know."

"Phia," Teddy interrupted. "Colow?"

"Do you have any crayons?"

He looked to his mum. Tonks rummaged around in her bag before pulling a box of crayons out. "You have to ask Mr. Weasley if it's okay, Teddy."

He glanced at me and then Arthur. A minute of silence passed and finally I gave in with a smile. "May we please color, Mr. Weasley?"

Arthur laughed and nodded.

Ginny went through a few drawers before coming back over with a stack of blank parchment. She handed it to Teddy and I scooped him up in my arms.

For an entire hour she sat there coloring with him. Neither of them got up or turned their attention from each other.

Occasionally she would ask for help and he would move over closer to scribble something on her paper.

"I just can't get this flower to look right," she said to him in frustration.

His lips pursed together and he took an orange crayon to doodle on her drawing. "There."

She grinned. "That's so much better!"

He giggled at her antics. "Bwue, pwease?" he asked. His hand couldn't reach the crayon that had rolled to the center of the table.

"I didn't think my baby brother would be having a baby before me," Bill teased, nudging my shoulder.

"I didn't think I would either."

"Oh think of all the shopping that needs to be done!" Mum raved.

I focused all of my attention back on the conversation. "I guess we should talk about that now. Sophia doesn't want many new things for the baby." I held up my hands to stop the protests from the women in the room. "She wants hand-me-downs because she thinks it'll give the baby a better idea of family. It's confusing, I know, but the baby won't be able to meet her parents. It won't have anything from when she was little."

"Teddy, if you eat the crayons then how do I finish my giraffe?"

Teddy giggled and climbed onto Sophia's lap, wrapping his arms around her neck. He gave a sigh and closed his eyes as he nestled into her embrace.

She looked down at the toddler. "Are you tired, honey?"

His was already sucking his thumb and dozing off.

She packed away the crayons, stacked their drawings up, and then came over to where we were all sitting around.

"Do you want to go lay down, Teddy?" Tonks asked. When she reached for him, he turned his head and snuggled closer to Sophia. She smiled at her. "That boy is attached to you."

Charlie moved to sit on the floor so she could sit down on the sofa next to me.

"Foods almost done," Mum announced, coming back to the living room.

Conversation turned to baby names quite quickly after that.

Sophia blushed scarlet when everyone looked at her, and I smiled. "I don't know why you think it's embarrassing."

She took the blanket Mum was offering her and tucked it around Teddy. "The name has to end in an 'a'," she mumbled.

"Tell them why," I encouraged.

Sophia sighed. "There was Rowena, and then Helena, and then Isabella, and Shia, and Asa, and—" she rushed out.

"It's a part of your family," Mum concluded with a smile.

"Yes, and I know it sounds slightly ridiculous, because surely someone is going to run out of names somewhere down the line, but…it's special."

"That makes it easier to figure out a name, too."

Sophia grinned at Mum. "It does," she said softly.

A few minutes later, when the conversation turned to Percy's new job at the Ministry, I looked over and saw that Sophia was sleeping with Teddy still in her arms. I smiled at the pair and got up from my spot. I carefully moved her so she was lying down. Her eyes didn't even flutter, but Teddy woke up.

His bottom lip jutted out and he almost started crying until I grabbed his stuffed animal from the table. I placed it in his arms and he curled back up with Sophia, sucking on his thumb as he fell back asleep. I adjusted the blanket so it covered them both before I moved to sit on the ground in front of the sofa with Charlie.

"Is she sleeping through the night?" Mum asked, looking at her worriedly.

I nodded. "A few weeks ago she started taking naps in the middle of the day though. Today she was too nervous to tell everyone and she just couldn't fall asleep."

"And the Healer's said everything was good?" Dad checked.

"For now, yes," I answered reluctantly.

Tonks frowned at my words. "What does that mean?"

"Her back is already giving her trouble, so they think she'll have to go on bed rest if it keeps up. It's nothing too serious, but it's not what she hoped for."

George grinned. "Hey, sleepyheads."

I handed Teddy over to Remus and gave George a quick kiss. "I'm going to head home, love."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"My back hurts. I just need to lie down. I don't want to push it any further."

He sat down his drink and got up despite my protests. "I don't want you all alone if you aren't feeling well," he reminded me.

Molly was already packing up some leftovers for us to take home. She gave me a hug and a kiss. "You and the baby get some rest. Just let me know if you need anything, okay, dear?"

I nodded. "Okay."

Teddy reached out as we were walking away. "Phia!"

I bent down and kissed his cheek. "I have to go home, sweetheart. Maybe your mum will let you come over tomorrow? I have a box of paints that need to be used."

He gave me a sloppy kiss. "Night-night, Phia."

I smiled and as George helped me up I heard the distinct sound of my back cracking. I grimaced against the pain. "I really need to lie down," I whispered to him.

He nodded and steered me towards the fireplace. "As soon as we get home you can lay down, darling."

And that is exactly what I did. I managed to make it up the stairs and I collapsed on our bed. George slipped off my shoes and then helped me get pajamas on.

He moved me so I was lying on my stomach and then he gave me the world's best back massage. "I know you are going to hate to hear this, but you can't be bending down like that to play with Teddy anymore."

"I'm only thirteen weeks pregnant," I groaned into the pillow.

His hands worked the knots around my neck. "I know, darling, but you heard the healer's. Your spine was injured less than a year ago. Now you have a baby growing inside of you and things are being pushed and stretched."

"Why can't I be like those super pregnant women?" I mumbled. I turned my head so I could talk clearer. "You know the ones who are up at five in the morning and go for a run, then come home, take a shower, make breakfast for their husband, and are dressed to the nines before their husband is even awake?"

He kissed my face wherever he could reach. "Mmmm, but I prefer to cuddle with you until eight in the morning, watch you do your yoga for an hour as I cook breakfast, and then eat with you in all of your sweaty-glory." He smirked as my eyes closed in pleasure when his hands worked out more kinks in my back. "Not to mention that you are always dressed to the nines, darling."

"How did I get so lucky?" I whispered.

Later that night I lay there trying to sleep and it just was not happening. The lamp on my side of the bed was on and I had my shirt pulled up. The tiny, tiny bump on my stomach gave me a smile and I couldn't help the tears that trickled down my face.

"Sophia? Why are you still up?" George's groggy voice asked.

"I couldn't sleep. I'm really nauseous," I mumbled.

He turned over completely and watched me with a smile. "Is there something on your mind?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm just happy."

His hand trailed over my tiny bump and then he gently kissed it. "Can you believe we're going to be parents?"

I ran my fingers through his fiery red hair. "I thought we'd never get here."

He chuckled. "It hasn't even been a year since we met each other," he reminded me.

"Most would say we're fools."

He opened his mouth to speak when he saw my stomach bump up and down. His eyes widened and he looked ready to spring into action.

"George, relax," I said, laughing. "It's just her heartbeat."

"Really?"

I nodded. "It's been happening for a few hours now."

He eyes met mine then. "Oh, Sophia. You've been up by yourself for hours? Darling, you should have woken me up!"

I shrugged and stretched slightly. "It's fine. I think tomorrow—" I glanced at the clock to see it was two in the morning. "I mean today, I should start researching things to do to ease this back pain. There has to be something I can do."

He nodded. "I'll take the day off and help you. I'm sure there has to be a book on it in the muggle stores."

"Hopefully," I sighed.

He kissed my tummy once more before pulling my shirt down and turning me over slightly. "Try and sleep, darling." His hands returned to my back for the second time that night and he worked out the knots that had formed already.