I am terribly sorry for the lack of chapters! My computer had to be completely wiped out (stupid virus), and I lost all of the chapters I had saved up. I hope that these few chapters will make up for it!

"George, I'm going to go meet Bill and Fleur to pick up lunch! Did you change your mind about what you wanted?" I called up the shops staircase.

Warm arms wrapped around my waist from behind causing me to squeak in suprise. He chuckled and brushed his nose against my neck. "Fred was the one who walked up stairs, love."

I turned around, smiling apologetically. "'Sorry about that. I just saw the red hair and assumed."

He grinned before pulling my chin up so I would meet his lips halfway. "Maybe you can make it up to me later," he whispered.

Shivers ran down my spine. "Maybe," I agreed.

George gave me another kiss before kneeling down to kiss my baby bump. "Do you have your jacket?"

I held up the pea coat that hid all traces of a pregnancy from the ever-growing press. "They shouldn't bother me on my way there. I suppose when Bill, Fleur, and I are walking here they'll begin to notice us."

"George, where in the world did you put the extra puking pastys?" Angelina demanded, coming around one of the shelves.

I grinned, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and then began the trek from the store to the small restaurant. It had been a while since I walked around in public without attempting to hide myself. When people started to recognize me, the whispers also started. I quickened my pace the second I noticed Rita Skeeter set her eyes on me from across Hogsmeade. She detoured across the cobblestone road right when Bill and Fleur came into view.

Bill sent Fleur inside the restaurant and then hurried down to me. "I thought maybe they'd leave you alone just for once," he muttered.

I grinned at him as he maneauvered us through the crowds. "Quidditch star, remember?" I joked quietly.

The shops door closed right before Rita Skeeter could get inside. Fleur pulled me into her arms to give me a hug and kiss on both cheeks. "You're positively glowing, Sophia," she whispered in my ear.

I grinned as I resisted the urge to place my hand on my stomach. "That's just the sweat from all of the morning sickness," I mumbled back.

She laughed and the three of us went further into the restaurant to order the food. We waited at one of the tables in the dimly late cafe.

"We heard that the Chudley Cannons offered you a spot as a trainer."

I nodded with a shrug. "I don't think I'm going to take it though," I admitted. "The shop is doing so well, and George is more comfortable with me staying at home then working."

Fleur winked at me as she realized the true meaning of my words. "Well, of course for a few weeks you'd be 'ome, but iz zat what you 'eally want?"

I smiled, playing with my wallet. "My mum stayed at home until I went to Hogwarts, and I know George and all of you had your mum there. I think it's something that isn't very convential in today's time, but I couldn't imagine it any other way. If the shop takes a wrong turn, then I'll probably have to go back to work, though."

Bill rolled his eyes, wrapping his arm around Fleur's tiny waist. "The chances of that happening are practically nonexistent. The shop's bringing in more money than any of us could have ever imagined."

"It's getting to the point where Ange and I are trying to convince them that we need to higher some more people. You know how stubborn those two are. They're so sure that they can still handle it."

"Ma sœur iz going to be staying with us for ze summer. Maybe she could help out?"

I grinned at Fleur. "That's perfect! It's family, so Fred and George won't feel-" I stopped when I felt someone pat my hand. I looked down to see a little girl with one of her front teeth missing. "Hi."

She smiled at me, holding out a napkin shyly.

I moved over in the booth and patted the seat next to me as I took the napkin from her. I dug around in my bag for a quill before smiling at the girl. "What's your name?"

"Josephina," she said quietly.

"That's a beautiful name, honey. Where are your parents?"

"I don't have any."

I glanced at Fleur and Bill in confusion before one of the waitresses came over. "Your food is ready to go, Mr. Weasley." She smiled upon seeing the little girl. "Mrs. Siller will be here any minute, honey."

"Whose Mrs. Siller, Josephina?" I asked when the waitress was gone.

She let out a sigh. "The orphanage lady," she mumbled. "I got lost today on a field trip."

Realization dawned on me as I finally took in the little girls old, tattered clothing. "Well that's not good. I hope you weren't lost for too long, honey."

She shook her head. "No, Miss. Ravenclaw."

"Can I ask what you want to do when you grow up?"

"I wanted to be a princess, but Dylan Thatch said I would never be."

I frowned at her before setting to work on the napkin. Once I was finished, I grabbed one of the napkins from the end of the table and handed it to her with the quill. She looked between it and me. "I was hoping I could have your autograph, too."

"Why?" she whispered.

"Well one day, when you're wearing your tiara and ruling your kingdom, I want to be able to say that I was the first one to get your autograph."

She giggled before messily scrawing her name on the napkin. She handed it to me and I handed mine over to her. "Thank you."

"I think I should be the one thanking you. You are a future princess, Josephina."

"Oh thank goodness! Josephina!" a voice exclaimed. A short, severe-looking woman came rushing over to the table. "Honestly, I have no idea how you get yourself into these situations. It is not hard to stay with the group!" she snapped. She said a quick thanks to us, and then was yanking Josephina out the door.

I grabbed my bag, and walked to the counter to get our food. None of us said anything until we were out of the restaurant and walking down one of the emptier streets.

"Sophia, I know what you're thinking," Bill started slowly. " I can see it on your face, but think realistically. You and George can't do this right now."

Fleur glanced at me, biting her lip. "Remember your back? Iz not ze best time to-," she glanced around, "adopt."

"I don't care if it's the right time. God had her walk into our lives for a reason," I insisted. "I'm not going to ignore this."

I rushed up the steps of the shop and towards the back. Angelina was wringing up the last customer before closing the shop for lunch, and she cast me a curious glance. "Everything alr-"

The door to the flat was already open when I got to it. "George!" I called.

He came into the kitchen with Fred trailing behind him. "What is it? Are you okay? The baby?"

I waved off his questions and took his face in my hands. "What do you think about adoption?"

His eyes widened. "Uh, Sophia, love, you do remember that we already have a baby on the way?" he checked. His hands rested against my stomach.

At this point Angelina, Bill, and Fleur had joined the room, setting the food on the table.

"I know! And it's so wonderful!" I agreed. "But we could adopt still!"

"Of course we could, but don't you think we should focus on this pregnancy and maybe then think about a second kid?"

I shook my head. "George, at the resturant there was this little girl, and-"

"Honey, we can't adopt someone else's child," he said slowly. He glanced over at Bill. "Did she hit her head or something?"

Bill sighed. "There was a little girl at the restaurant. She's an orphan, and this afternoon she lost track of her group. She came over to get Sophia's autograph, and-"

"And you fell in love with her," George supplied as his eyes settled back on me.

I nodded and held out the napkin I had been clutching since she handed it to me.

He started laughing boisterously once he saw the name. "Josephina? Really, love?"

"What's wrong with that name? I think it's pretty!" I argued, stepping away from him. I crossed my arms over my chest. "It fits her!"

He yanked me into his embrace, giving me a kiss. "Honey, Josephina. It ends in an 'a'."

Slowly I tilted my head up so I could see his eyes. "Are you saying...?"

He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "You know I can't say no to you. Besides, even if I did, it's not like you'd listen to me. I guess we should get down to the ministry to get the paperwork."

"Oh, George!" I exclaimed. I pulled him down to me and kissed him more passionately than I had ever let anyone else see. I broke away only when I couldn't stand the lack of air any longer. "Are you sure? Because you're right, this is bloody mad! I'm five months pregnant!"

"Sophia, nothing about us is conventional, so why should this be?"

I grinned, taking his hand, and pulling him towards the fireplace. "I want you to meet her first, though, and we can ask her if she even wants us to adopt her. Oh, George, thank you!"

He pulled away from another breathtaking kiss to hug me. "I swear, you're going to drive me crazy, woman," he teased.

"Alright, so what's this news you two have to tell us?" Charlie asked when everyone was sitting around the Weasley's dinner table.

George grinned at me, taking my hand in his. "Well yesterday we made the decision to adopt."

Molly looked between the two of us in confusion. "Not for a year or two, I would assume..."

"Actually the paperwork should be finalized within the next few days," I admitted quietly.

"Days?" Arthur repeated. "I'm sorry, I don't think I understand. You're still pregnant, yes?"

George chuckled as he tried to ease some of the tension. "Yes, Dad, she's still pregnant."

"PHIA!" Teddy exclaimed. He came running into the dining room ahead of his parents, and reached up. Within moments he was giving me a sloppy kiss and hugging me tight.

"I'm sorry we're late," Remus said, pulling out a chair for Tonks. "Teddy slept a little later than usual, and the quiet was a-" He glanced around as he took in the tense atmosphere. "What's happened?"

Sirius took a swig of his drink. "George and Sophia just anounced that they're adopting."

I stayed quiet as George explained everything to the family. The parts about the restaurant I explained, though, but that was all. I could feel Molly's scrutinizing eyes on me every now and then.

"You two honestly believe that you're ready for this?" she asked suddenly.

I swallowed hard. "Yes," I answered before George could. "It's going to be hard, and things are going to change drastically within a matter of days, but this is right."

She exchanged a look with Arthur before her eyes settled back on me. "Sophia, dear, what is going to happen in a few months when you're put on bed rest? Adoption is a wonderful thing, but don't you think you should wait until this baby has come and you both have had time to adjust?"

"No, we're not waiting. Josephina is not happy at the orphanage-"

"Sophia, there are hundreds of kids in England who aren't happy in orphanages. I don't understand what this rush is-"

I stood up, handing Teddy off to Tonks. "We are adopting Josephina. I don't care whether you all approve or not. The decision is between George and I, and only George and I."

She pursed her lips. "Think of the life Josephina deserves, Sophia. Can you two honestly give-"

"Yes! Yes, Molly, we can honestly give her that! We are financially stable, and have a house with more than enough room! And George and I both understand that there is a very good chance that I will be bed ridden by the sixth or seventh month! We've made the decision! We're adopting Jospehina! And there is nothing more to discuss!"

George sighed and got to his feet. "Don't cry, Sophia," he whispered, pulling me into his arms as the tears came.

"How can I not? We sound crazy, George!" I sobbed.

He rubbed my back. "And we are crazy, honey, but you know that this is the right decision, just like I do." He glanced between us at my stomach. "Josephina knows that you are going to have a baby, and she was still excited to have us adopt her. We're doing the right-"

"OH!" I gasped, grasping my stomach.

His eyes went wide and suddenly everyone was surrounding us as George eased me into the chair. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"The baby," I breathed.

"Are you in pain?" Molly asked, pushing past Ginny and Percy to get to my side.

I shook my head and grinned. "She kicked!" The tears came pouring down my face within the next second as I felt it again.

"Does it hurt? Oh, please, don't cry, honey!" George pleaded, kneeling down next to me.

I yanked his hand and placed it firmly against the tiny baby bump. We waited a few minutes, and, just when I was about to give up, I felt the nudge against my stomach.

His eyes flashed to my stomach. "I can feel her," he whispered. He leaned up to kiss me, and then squeezed my hand.

"We're doing the right thing, aren't we?" I asked suddenly.

This time it was Bill who nodded. "Sophia, I saw you with that little girl. You're doing the right thing."

"If she's coming home in a few days, then I'd say we shouldn't wait long on getting her room set up," Molly said. She smiled down at me, and sighed. "As long as you both have realized the repurcussions of doing this, then there's nothing more I can say."