For the past hour, Josephina, George, and I stayed in the kitchen to help Molly with lunch. Every so often one of the other members would come through the kitchen to get a drink or a snack, but they wouldn't linger for long. It was the suggestion George had when we were faced with the difficulty of how to let the family meet Josephina.

She sat on the counter, stirring a pot of tomato sauce under George's watch. "I haven't had spag-spag-"

"Spaghetti," he supplied.

She nodded. "I've never had that before."

He looked at her, chuckling. "Once you try it, you won't be able to stop eating it," he promised.

I snagged a piece of the bread I had been cutting up and brought it over to her. "You want to try something really good?"

She smiled, nodding so much she was practically bouncing up and down.

"Here," I said after I had ripped the bread in half and dipped it in the chunky sauce. "Make sure you blow on it. It's hot."

She waited for me to eat my piece before bitting her own. Her eyes widened as she chewed on it.

"It's good, right?"

She nodded before Molly came over with a small bowl. She scooped out some of the sauce before handing it to George. "You three take some of that bread and go sit down at the table to eat. Spend some time with your daughter. I can handle things in here. "

I hiked the little girl onto my hip and went into the dining room. The three of us sat at the table, stuffing our faces with the fresh bread and homemade sauce. I helped her take a sip of my water before we went back to more eating.

"Phia!" Teddy exclaimed. I could hear his tiny feet running throughout the house. "Phia!"

I smiled as he stumbled into the room. He grinned at me before looking at Josephina on my lap. "Hi, Teddy."

He waited there until Tonks and Remus came up behind him, and then he asked for her to pick him up.

"This is Josephina?" she asked with a smile.

I nodded, tucking a lock of Josephina's long, dark brown hair behind her ear. "Josephina, this is Remus and Tonks and their son, Teddy."

"Are they my aunt and uncle too?" she questioned.

George chuckled. "I suppose they are."

She sighed, shaking her head. "So many people," she mumbled as she looked up at me.

George excused himself from the table half way through dinner. He took Josephina with him, and I could hear them talking in the kitchen in hushed voices.

"What's wrong, princess?"

"They don't like me."

"Of course they do! They like you so much that they can't stop staring at you!" George insisted.

I took big gulps of my water in an effort to squelch my nerves. Fleur patted my hand that was resting on the table. "Are you doing alright?" she asked.

I nodded quickly before wringing my hands together. "Maybe this was too soon..."

Suddenly Josephina was giggling up a storm. "Mummy won't like that very much."

"She won't know if you have a few bites."

A few minutes later, George came back into the room with Josephina on his hip. She had a smudge of chocolate on her cheek. I rolled my eyes as I took her. "At least hide it better," I mumbled, wiping it away.

She giggled before going back to her spaghetti.

George leaned over her to kiss me. "We're going to spend all of our money on chocolate between the two of you," he joked.

I rolled my eyes, but accepted his kiss anyway.

Conversation turned to Percy's new work at the Ministry, and slowly Josephina settled in easier. She tried a string bean, but turned her nose up at it as she chewed.

"You don't like string beans?" I asked.

She shook her head and glanced at my plate where my string beans were covered in chunky tomato sauce. "Why do yours look different?"

"Because your mum is weird and likes to smother string beans in tomatoes," Charlie teased from across the table.

I rolled my eyes and let her move over to my lap. "Go ahead. You can try them." A few minutes later she had cleared my plate of string beans and was chewing up the last tomato.

(George's Point Of View)

"So where's this niece of mine?" Ginny asked eagerly. She had just arrived at the Burrow with Harry, Hermoine, and Ron after a month of searching Australia for the Grangers. "You lot didn't scare her away already, right?"

I laughed, shaking my head. "Sophia's helping her clean herself up from dinner."

"When is the baby coming, Mum?" Josephina asked from down the hall.

"She'll be here in a few months. Are you ready to be a big sister?"

A giggle was followed by the distinct sound of her being tickled before Sophia came into the room carrying her.

I missed the greetings that were exchanged entirely. My attention was focused on the happiness radiating from Sophia, and the timid smile Josephina wore as she leaned her head on Sophia's shoulder. I watched as Sophia straightened up and then moved her shoulders around a little.

"Why don't you come sit down, love?" I suggested.

An hour later I looked over from the board game that Teddy had eagerly wanted to play to see Josephina sucking on her thumb as her head rested against Sophia's chest. When my eyes met Sophia's she smiled at me tiredly. "I'm worn out," she admitted quietly.

I smiled before leaning over to give her a kiss. "How's your back?"

She scrunched her face up with a slight shake of her head. "Not good. The baby's been resting towards the back all day."

"I'm sure it didn't help that you were carrying her around so much either."

"Probably not," she agreed inbetween yawns.

I chuckled, getting to my feet. "We should be getting home. You three need to sleep."

She sighed and cradled Josephina in her arms as she struggled to her feet. She grinned once my hands reached out to help her. I eased Josephina out of her arms so she could say goodbye to Teddy.

She stirred slightly in her sleep. "Daddy?" Josephina mumbled.

I couldn't help the happiness that swelled within me. "Yeah, princess?"

"I'm tired."

"We're going home now, honey."

Her tiny fists rubbed at her eyes tiredly before resting her head back on my shoulder.

"Shhh, it's okay," George whispered.

I simply buried my head further in the pillow as the tears flowed. He placed kisses along my back while he attempted to work on the knots that had formed. "It hurts so much," I whispered.

"I know, love. I wish I could make it go away, I really do."

"Put up a silencing charm, please," I begged suddenly.

He did as I asked and I moment later the first of the sobs broke free. "It's okay. You're going to be fine, love." He moved around and sat against the headboard. "Come here." I adjusted myself until I was straddling his legs and then he guided my head to rest against his shoulders. "Try to relax."