George entered his and Angelina's bedroom after a long day of work at the shop (mainly doing inventory with Percy, yawn), disrobed down to his underpants, and snuggled up behind his (very) pregnant fiancé.
"Mmmmmm Georgie" Angelina purred, snuggling close to George and putting his hands around her breasts.
He had been working late at the shop, much to his dismay, and he hurried home as fast as he could to be with Angelina. She was a week overdue, and every moan and groan sent George into a panic, fearing that she was going into labor.
In fact, he only went into the shop today because Angelina had insisted he go in to help Percy with inventory and get out of her hair.
"Honestly George, I know you are worried but stop hovering over me!" she had said, "I'm not made of fiberglass! If something happens or I go into labor I will contact you, post haste. Now go, Percy needs your help."
So he had gone into the office, but only under the condition that she floo him every couple of hours and that she let Ginny and Hermione come in and check on her. He was just terribly worried that something was going to go wrong with the baby.
George pressed himself up against Angelina, moving one hand towards her belly, hoping to feel some movement out of the baby.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He kissed the back of her head.
"Mmmmm, well, you did. Now, what are you going to do about it?" Angelina pushed herself back into George, rubbing herself up against him. Surprisingly (and wonderfully) her sex drive had been maintained throughout her pregnancy.
However, the more pregnant she became, and the bigger her belly got, the more she had to coax sex out of George as he became increasingly worried they would hurt the baby. They hadn't made love since three days before her due date.
"Angelina," George warned, stilling her hips with seriousness in his tone, "I don't think this is a very good idea."
Angelina made a noise that sounded like "hmmfph" and made to turn towards George. However, her belly was extremely cumbersome and she was having difficulty turning around.
"Don't just bloody lie there," she whined, "help me turn around!"
George laughed, and disengaged himself from behind her. He scrambled onto his knees and helped Angelina maneuver onto her back. She looked totally adrift at sea with her enormous belly, and George's heart swelled. He pushed up her shirt and ran his hands all over her belly, and, much to his delight, the baby started to kick.
"Oi! Angie! He's kicking! He's kicking!" George said excitedly, feeling her tummy with enchantment.
Angelina smiled up at him.
"See," she said coyly, "he likes it when you touch me. He likes it when his mummy is happy."
George smiled down at her, and continued to run his hands all over her belly, feeling the baby.
"Georgie?" she grinned slyly, putting her hands over his.
"Hmm?" George mumbled, squeezing her hands.
"Please? I've been so good these last two weeks. I haven't even asked you for it, even though I wanted it very, very badly."
George 's attention was suddenly exceptionally focused. He still wanted her, pregnant and all. It was the future of it all, the possibility that was embodied in her pregnant belly, that he was addicted to, hell, he was drunk on it.
But he wouldn't jeopardize the health and safety of mummy or baby under any circumstance.
"Angelina, we talked about this, we decided it wasn't a good idea—" he started.
"No," Angelina interrupted, disengaging her hands from his and pushing herself up onto her elbows, "you decided. I talked to my mum, to your mum, and to the healer at St. Mungo's and they all said that—that sex was okay for the baby as long as we were careful. In fact, the healer suggested we continue to have sex in order to induce labor naturally." Her tone was matter-of-fact, and it was true. She had done the proper research, the only thing that was preventing them from being together was George's misplaced sense of protection towards her.
"Angelina, I want you. Gods, I want you so badly, but—" she smiled up at him, lustfully, and it really wasn't helping him say what he thought he had to.
"—but I could never forgive myself, if—if something happened, or if—or if—" he stumbled.
Angelina beckoned him towards her, and he placed his head gently on her belly while encircling it with his arms.
"George," she whispered, "its fine. We don't have to, I just, miss you. I miss your body. Everyone says it's alright for the baby. You won't hurt me or the baby in any way. I promise. But if you still don't feel comfortable, it's alright, we don't have to—"
George looked up at her, and smiled, a worried expression still on his face.
"I just don't think the baby wants to be continually poked and prodded." He mumbled, almost so Angelina couldn't hear.
But of course she did hear, which sent her into a fit of giggles.
"George, you'd think *giggle*, with so many *giggle* siblings *giggle* that you'd have a clearer idea *giggle* of how pregnancy *giggle* worked." She sputtered out, holding her belly as she laughed heartily.
George looked at her with consternation.
"Well, I'm just being cautious!" he retorted.
"And it's adorable, truly, it is. But George, listen to me, you aren't going to poke the baby." And with that she was off laughing again, except this time, George was laughing a little too.
Angelina threw her hands back behind her head and lay back down on the bed, still giggling a little. George lay down beside her on his side, facing her.
"I love you, you know that right?" he asked, kissing her.
"Mhm, I had some idea, yes." She replied, kissing him back.
"Okay," he said, defeated but excited, "we can try some things. But if you are uncomfortable in any way, you better tell me. Okay?"
Angelina nodded furiously, becoming very (very) excited.
George began to plant kisses all over Angelina's face, and neck. She laughed, becoming very heated very quickly, very excited that George had finally given in.
He kissed his way down her body, pausing to lay his head on her stomach again for a moment, then continuing downwards.
He removed her knickers, as she lifted her hips (as best she could) to help him. He was running his hands up and down her thighs, touching her everywhere except the place that she was dying to be touched.
"Mmmm Georgie, I have waited long enough I think." She panted, squirming in an attempt to get him to touch her.
George laughed softly, and (slowly) slid two fingers inside of her. Angelina gasped and arched her back. It had been entirely too long since they'd done this.
"Better? You alright?" asked George, looking up at Angelina for any signs of discomfort.
"More than alight." Angelina half spoke, half moaned, as George began to move his fingers inside of her while using his thumb to touch her most sensitive places.
As George touched her, running his other hand all over her sensitive breasts, Angelina felt so contented she felt she would simply float away. She could feel herself building, quickly, and soon she was reduced to panting and slightly animalistic noises.
"Mmmm, Georgie, so close, so close—oh—oh!" Angelina climaxed, feeling herself clench around George's fingers.
Minutes passed, and then George deftly removed his fingers, shimmied out of his boxers, and went to lay down beside Angelina, kissing her passionately on the lips and once again laying down, facing her.
"There, happy now?" George asked.
Angelina pulled George's face to hers and kissed him on the mouth, hard.
"The happiest I've ever been," she replied, "and look", she grabbed his hands and placed them on her belly, "the baby is happy too!"
George was once again amazed to feel the baby kicking underneath his hands. He should be used to it by now, but every time it happened it was a little miracle in itself.
"See," said Angelina, "when mummy is happy, baby is happy. I hate to say 'I told you so' but—"
George cut her off with a kiss, pulling his body closer to hers. They lay there for a moment until a look of disquiet came across Angelina's face.
"What is it Angie?" George asked, kissing the tip of her nose.
"Well, it's hardly fair," Angelina whispered, taking George's (evident) arousal into her hands, "because if mummy is happy, then you should be too."
George couldn't disagree with that logic, not in the state he currently found himself in. George once again disengaged himself from Angelina's embrace and (very gently) rolled her over onto her side.
George spooned himself behind her, making herself feel the extent of his desire for her.
"Careful." Said Angelina.
"Very careful." George agreed.
George slowly pushed into Angelina, overwhelmed with the feeling of being inside her. You'd think he'd have gotten used to sex with Angelina by now, but every time was as wonderful as the first time.
Angelina was also overcome with sensation. God, how she loved this man, the father of her baby. It was as if she was floating, drifting, simply feeling anything and everything.
As he moved inside of her, Angelina felt herself building once again. George could sense it, and he thrust harder into Angelina, but still maintained his gentleness.
"Oh, Georgie!" Angelina all but yelled at she climaxed, feeling George let go as well as he grunted into her hair. Angelina was overwhelmed with her climax. Except this was felt different, more powerful, almost painful in its intensity. And it wasn't stopping.
George turned Angelina's face towards him to kiss her, and he noticed the look of pain on her face.
"Angelina?" George asked, concerned, as he pulled out of her. "Are—are you okay? Wait—is the bed—is the bed wet?"
"Oh gods," whispered Angelina, "its happening."
George was panicked.
"Angelina? What is happening? It is the baby? What's wrong?" George got up from the bed and walked around to Angelina's side and slowly helped her sit up.
"Nothing is wrong exactly," said Angelina, gripping George's hands, "the baby—its—coming. I think—I think my water broke."
George's eyes went wide. So wide, in fact, that Angelina couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay, okay," George mumbled to himself, "what do we do? What do we do?"
"George, I'm two weeks overdue remember? I've been packed for six weeks. Firstly, go floo your mum. Then get dressed. No, wait. Get dressed then floo your mum. I'll stay here and get dressed. And then we will apparate to St. Mungo's. Tell Molly we will meet here there. Then floo Bill and Fleur. They will tell everyone else."
George looked dazed, he couldn't believe that this was actually happening. That is was actually real.
"George!" snapped Angelina, "Get to it!"
George snapped out of it, kissed Angelina quickly, and then set himself in motion. He threw on jeans and a shirt, then grabbed a dress and knickers out of the drawer and tossed them at Angelina.
"Thanks." Angelina whispered, throwing on the clothes.
As George went to floo his family, Angelina got herself ready, grabbed her trunk and went to wait for Geroge in the kitchen. However, just as she sat down in the kitchen, she was hit with a strong contraction, much more painful than the last.
"George!" she yelled, beckoning wildly with her hands for him to come over to her. George said a quick goodbye to Fleur and rushed over to Angelina.
"Here," said George, "grabbed my hands, squeeze my hands. It's alright, it's alright." Angelina squeezed onto George's hands as tightly as she could, and soon the contraction passed.
"Angelina?" George asked.
"S'okay. I'm okay. Lets apparate now before another one comes." She eked out.
"Okay. In three. Two. One." And off they went.
The delivery room was a complete blur. Angelina, in retrospect, thought of the whole labor in two ways: she could remember every little thing in detail and, at the same time, everything seemed to be happening in one fast blur.
They met Molly and Arthur, and Molly assured Angelina that it would be alright and over before she knew it. However, Angelina, who was having contractions every six minutes by that time, said something along the lines of "you had seven bloody kids woman they were walking out by the end!". However, Molly took it in stride, smiled at Angelina, kissed her forehead, and went to wait in the waiting room with Arthur.
The delivery wasn't a particularly difficult one, but the healer telling that to Angelina during was not of any real help. In fact, she yelled something like "if it's so bloody easy why don't youdo it you odious git!" George, who was half scared and half delirious, found this particularly funny and began to laugh. This, to Angelina, was not an appropriate response.
"Oh shut it you! This is entirely your fault!" she yelled, throwing a water bottle at George's face. However, George found this even funnier than her comment to the doctor, and had to struggle to control his laughter. Oddly, he found himself missing Fred, wishing he was here, his twin could always appreciate a good joke.
Yet, despite her hysteria, the baby was born without complication. Fred Weasley, as adorable and ginger haired as his namesake, came into the world screaming. But, he was fat and happy, and the second he was put into her arms Angelina knew she would never feel anything this strong again. Nothing in her life would ever compare to this. She began to cry, whispering "my baby, my dear sweet baby" over and over.
And then she remembered George was in the room, and she berated herself for forgetting.
"Georgie, come *sniffle* here. Come *sniffle* hold Freddie." She whispered, signaling George to come towards her and the baby.
George, holding his son in his hands, was elated with joy. He looked like a Weasley, but his skin had this amazing color to it, so amazing that George began to cry a little as well. This was his baby, his son, his beautiful boy. George smiled at Angelina, and bet down to kiss her hair. She looked a mess, and she'd never looked more beautiful.
George went to go tell his parents as the healers cleaned up baby Freddie and Angelina, and he was surprised to see that his whole family (even Charlie!) were there waiting for him, despite the fact that it was very late.
As they all hugged and cried, George asked curiously what they were all doing there.
"It's the first Weasley of the next generation!" said Charlie, "If you thought we'd miss you were dreaming mate!
"Everyzing is alright, yes? Vith Angelina and ze bebe?" asked Fleur softly, running her hands over her stomach. She hadn't begun to show yet, but it was only a matter of time.
George nodded, and his mother once again hugged him, tears in her eyes.
"Well?" asked Ginny, who was standing beside Harry, holding his hand.
George looked at her confused.
"Honestly, George. Boy or girl? What's the baby's name?" she smiled and asked.
"Oh!" George beamed. "It's a boy! And, um, his name is Fred, or, Freddie."
"May he live up to his namesake in bravery and mirth!" exclaimed Percy.
Everyone was grinning.
Later, after George had sent everyone home with the promise that they could see the baby and Angelina first thing in the morning, George headed back into Angelina and the baby's room.
Angelina was sitting up in bed, breast feeding the baby. She looked so serene, so beautiful, that George's heart swelled.
"Got room for me?" he asked.
"Always." Said Angelina, patting the space on the bed beside her.
George went and nestled in beside his fiancé and child, wrapping his one arm around her back and touching the baby with his other hand.
Much to his delight, baby Freddie grabbed onto his finger with his tiny hands while he kept feeding.
"Oi! Angie, look!" Angelina looked down at George touching the baby, and she turned and kissed him.
"See," she whispered, "he can't even see yet and he still knows his daddy."
George could do nothing but smile. He felt that the smile would never be wiped from his face.
Angelina finished feeding the baby, and drifted off to sleep with George beside her holding an equally sleeping Freddie.
Hours passed, George adrift in contentment holding his sleeping son.
Suddenly, he was startled out of his trance by a soft knock at the door. Checking his watch, George registered that hours had passed, and it was almost ten in the morning. He looked at the door, and saw his sister. She mad a 'can we come in?' gesture, and George made an 'in a minute' gesture back.
George got up with the baby, and headed towards the door. Right before he opened it, he looked down to baby Freddie and said, "Son, there are some people outside who are very excited to meet you. Now, they might all be a little bonkers, but don't worry, its normal. Just remember, you are one of them, and they love you very much. And if you ever have a problem, they're your people. Ready son? Okay, lets go."
George opened the door, his baby son in his arms. He knew, somewhere, somehow, Fred was watching. And that he was smiling.