"Since when can you cook Harry?" Fred asked with a smile on his face, he was absolutely famished, it had been a long morning to say the least.
Hermione sat between the twins on one side of the table and Harry and Ginny sat on the other, the chatted away as the plates magically refilled themselves with both sweet and savoury delights. Hermione was wearing a plain fitting black dress with a large robe to keep her warm that Ginny had brought to the hospital for her. The newest addition to the family hadn't cried once, but Hermione was sure that wouldn't last long. He is probably waiting for us to go to sleep, Hermione thought negatively, although it was probably true. There is no such thing as a perfect baby, even if he had been perfect so far, easy to feed and change, she was going to give him a bath tonight before she put him down for the night, hopefully that would go smoothly.
The afternoon crept into the early evening as the sun began to set out the window, Harry was in the kitchen organising the left over's from lunch into an early evening snack as no one had room left for another whole meal.
Everyone was sitting in the lounge room on the couches when Harry placed the snacks on the table, again Hermione was sitting between the twins holding her son on the sofa whilst Ginny was sitting in an armchair, as was Harry once he placed the food down.
"Can I hold him again?" Harry asked. Hermione nodded, Harry came over and picked up the infant being careful to support his fragile neck. Harry returned to his chair busily telling his godson what a great godfather he was going to be, how he was going to teach his about picking up witches. At this Ginny, Hermione, Fred and George all laughed, it was such a nice feeling to be in a light hearted mood. Not stressing about personal relationships was definitely a nice change. It really helped that Fred seemed to have come to his senses, back to the man that Hermione fell in love with.
"Has the shop been busy with Christmas coming up?" Ginny asked keenly as she watched Harry pulling faces at the infant in his arms. Ginny could feel a strong tug in her uterus and she hoped that the others hadn't noticed, as soon as the visitors left she was definitely taking Harry down the hall and getting into baby-making mode. Ginny hadn't planned on having a baby for at least another two years but watching Harry confirmed that they were ready.
"I have been watching the shop for a bit whilst Fred was keeping an eye on Hermione, it is mostly the staff that have been running it," George informed everyone.
"All I know is that we don't even have to invent pranking tools anymore, lots of teenagers keep sending us their inventions, we produce and market the good ones then send them a percentage of the profits." Fred said honestly, "not to mention the till is barely ever shut. Business is really great."
Hermione smiled, she knew the business was a good one, but they never really talked about it much at all. Hermione shook her head wondering how mischievous her son would be by the time he went to Hogwarts, growing up in a joke show with the twins as his dad.
After another hour of talking, Hermione smiled as she lifted her son out of her best friends arms, "we had better get this little fellow off to bed."
Hermione couldn't remember the last time she had smiled so much! With her son asleep in her arms she and the twins stepped into the fireplace and out again into their own apartment. Harry had returned her possessions to the flat just the way she had left it, with a few new additions.
The nursery which was set up a while ago had a large teddy bear in the corner, as well as a welcome home banner. Although he wasn't staying in the nursery yet. Hermione, accompanied by the twins, entered the master bed room, she softly placed the bundle of sleeping joy into the crib and kissed his forehead. "Sleep tight, I will see you in the morning."
Fred and George left with similar messages of affection and followed Hermione out to their lounge, "I'm so tired." She announced.
"It certainly was a big day," Fred said as he sat on the couch, "have a lay down and just relax for a bit."
Hermione obliged after taking off the large cloak and throwing it on an empty chair, laying on the couch face up with her head resting on her husband's lap, Fred rubbed her shoulder with one hand and ran his other hand threw his hair. Hermione relaxed almost instantly at Fred's rough massage, he wasn't babying her like he had been recently, soft massages didn't relieve stress. George lifted Hermione's legs off the couch and sat down, he then lowered her legs so they were resting in his lap.
Hermione was laying with her eyes closer, focussing on relaxing; she loved the addition of the hands on her legs. George gently rubbed her ticklish feet, before running his thumbs in circles around the inside of her ankle. He then tightly kneaded the back of her lower legs, she was holding a lot of tension in the back of her legs.
Fred had removed his other hand from her hair and now had a hand on each shoulder; he watched Hermione's lips subconsciously curl into a smile at the good feeling of his and his brothers hands on her body.
George's hands then rubbed Hermione's lower thighs; he knew she was comfortable, he could feel the tension leave her body as he continued to stroke her muscles, it was Fred he was worried about. He looked at his brother in a quick glance, Fred didn't seem to be concerned but this probably wouldn't would be the same reaction if his hands moved any higher up her legs.
"I love you both so much," Hermione whispered before she yawned and rolled over slightly, "so much."
The twins looked up and smiled at each other, they were back in her good books and they were going to do anything to remain in it too. George also noticed the pleasing angle up Hermione's dress as she now had her knees bent around his front. She was subconsciously rubbing his thigh with one of her ankles.