A/N: Hello all! I think this will be my last chapter in 'Alright'. Please review and let me know if you would like me to continue, or not. I think this chapter turned out to be rather…final. So, I don't plan on continuing. However, I can be persuaded. I appreciate all reviews, as always, and if anyone has any requests/ideas for another story…just let me know! Cheers! -Halgerd
To Angelina it seemed that everyone who had ever held a wand was invited to the wedding.
Despite Angelina's protestations to Molly that she just wanted a small service; the wedding had expanded in to a full out gala affair.
"But Molly," Angelina feebly protested, holding Freddie as Molly practically force fed her more cake to try, "it's not really appropriate. George and I already have a baby together, really, a smaller wedding would be best. People might not like—"
"Oh to hell with what people like dear!" Molly exclaimed, getting yet another slice of cake for Angelina to try. Bill and Fleur's wedding having been somewhat thwarted by the war, she simply could not be stopped. George and Angelina just had the misfortune of being the next of her children to get married.
"But Molly, people will talk—" Angelina was genuinely concerned. The wedding was getting out of hand and Angelina didn't consider it appropriate for a couple that already had a 6 month old baby.
"Then let them talk! My dear, we never got to have a proper wedding for Bill and Fleur. Everything was so rushed and somber. Just indulge a middle aged lady, yeah? Now here, this one is chocolate with vanilla cream."
Resigned, Angelina tried the cake. It was delicious, but at this rate she was never going to fit into the dress Katie Bell and her picked out for the wedding. I was a simple dress, a bright white (to offset her skin) with a cinched waist and a beaded belt. No sequence, no frills, no fuss. At least Angelina had gotten the simple dress she wanted. She had gotten a dress 2 sizes smaller than what she had tried on, figuring that she would have dropped the weight by the wedding. But there were two weeks to go, and it was going to be a tight squeeze.
Freddie, on the other hand, was finding the whole wedding planning process quite delightful. After all, it meant endless afternoons with grandmum, who spoiled him rotten. Not to mention all of the treats and colors and strangers.
Freddie laughed and smiled at Angelina, who had cake on her face.
"What is it Freddie? Does mummy have cake on her face?" Angelina cooed, making a funny face at her son and eliciting more laughter from him.
"Baaaaaaaaa! Creeeeeeeeeeee! Baaaaabaaaaaa!" said Freddie, who was speaking 'baby babble' quite regularly now.
Angelina laughed, her heart swelling.
"I will take that as a yes little man." She wiped her face.
"Better now? Pass inspection?" She grinned widely at Freddie and moved her face slightly from side to side.
"Baaaaabaaaaabaaaaa!" Freddie responded.
Angelina kissed her baby boy and looked over at Molly. She was standing with her hands on her hips, a smile on her face, and tears in her eyes threatening to fall.
"What's wrong?" asked Angelina, concerned.
"You are so good with him. He's such a happy baby. And he reminds me so much of my Fred, it's almost scary." She smiled at her grandson. He babbled baby speak at her, smiled back, and held out his arms to her and made grabbing gestures with his fists.
"Can I take him?" Asked Molly.
"Of course," smiled Angelina, "I'll clean up these dishes. I think I liked the chocolate one the best—" Angelina hesitated, "—but I suppose I should check with George…"
Molly let out a hearty laugh, which made Freddie clap his hands (or try to) and giggle.
"You know my boys Angelina dear. If you put food in front of them—they are going to eat it. Besides, I think I'm annoying George far more with this big wedding than you. Best not trouble him, yeah?" Molly suggested and Angelina nodded.
Angelina tidied up the kitchen (with magic) while Molly played with her grandson. Freddie reveled in the attention. He was truly the little prince of the Weasley clan. Especially since, less than a month ago, Fleur had given birth to a little girl named Victoire. Freddie was mesmerized by the baby, and every time he saw his cousin he would look from her to his mum or dad with a puzzled face. As if to say, 'mum, what exactly is going on here?'
The birth of Freddie and Victoire had cheered Molly up significantly. She was less prone to crying fits, she looked more rested, and everyone could see that the hole in her heart caused by the death of her son had started to heal.
"Is he crawling yet?" Molly asked out of curiosity, taking Angelina out of her trance. She saw Freddie often, but lately she was too busy with wedding details to pay too close attention.
"Um, he is trying to crawl. But the little gremlin doesn't get very far as of yet. But I'm sure it's only a matter of time. And he reaches for everything! He's like a little octopus! And once he gets what he is after, it goes straight into his mouth. I can't imagine what it will be like once he is more mobile. My little terror," Angelina beamed, "just like his father, just like his uncle."
"I know its infuriating dear, but that makes me so glad." Said Molly.
The two women smiled at one another.
"Baaaaaaa naaaaaa naaaaa ba!" babbled Freddie.
Meanwhile…
George was at the tailors with his father and brothers.
"You would think—that with magic this process would be slightly less irritating." Mumbled George as he was jabbed, again, with a pin while the tailor measured the length of his tuxedo.
"I'm afraid Mr. Weasley, that I'm the best you've got. So stand still, young man." Snapped the tailor, who was, in George's opinion, part goblin.
George sighed. He was the last one to be fitted for the wedding. His father and his brothers had all gone before him, but they were all still hanging around. Charlie was down for a month from Romania, having come right before Victoire was born. Bill was enjoying the afternoon off from his in laws, an extremely fussy newborn and an equally fussy wife. Percy had (amazingly) gotten the entire day off from the ministry and Ron and Arthur were in no mood to return to the wedding craziness that had become the norm at the Burrow. Therefore, as a pleasant surprise, the Weasley men had an afternoon of quality time to look forward to together.
After being jabbed with several more pins, much to the amusement of his brothers, the Weasley men left the tailors and went to Diagon Alley to grab a drink together.
As they sat with their butterbeer and firewhisky, a silence settled over them. Minutes past and no one spoke. It was obvious that they were all thinking the same thing—the table was one person short.
"So," began Arthur in a desperate attempt to break the silence, "how are Fleur's parents?"
"He should be here." Said Bill, almost angrily, ignoring Arthur's question.
"But he isn't here." Snapped George, instantly agitated. He didn't want to talk about Fred right now. He was still dealing with his twin's death in his own way, he didn't want to discuss it with his family.
"Boys," Arthur warned, "this is not the time."
"Of course it's the time dad!" said Charlie, turning his head towards George. "Bill didn't mean to upset you George. It's just… strange. I suppose we will always be one man short from now on. "
"I know that Charlie," snapped George, "I still think about it all the time."
"Sorry mate," mumbled Charlie, "we miss him too."
George shot his older brother an unkind look. Charlie didn't understand; George would never completely heal. Fred's death wasn't a tragedy to recover from—it was a demarcation in his life—the time before Fred and the time after.
The boys all lapsed into silence. They were uncomfortable, the atmosphere changing into something slightly hostile.
"Look," said Ron, draining his firewhisky and getting a set look on his face, "Fred would be right pissed if he saw this. We're brothers. He will always be our brother. Just because he isn't—he isn't—just because he is gone, doesn't mean he still isn't a part of this family. He would be leading the charge if he were here today. Not taking the piss."
"I agree," said Arthur, clapping George on the back, "this is a celebration! My boy is going to be married in two weeks' time!"
George smiled reluctantly, his mood beginning to lift.
"Oi!" said Percy, "Do you remember when I was going into my third year at Hogwarts? And Fred thought it would be a great idea to bewitch my Hogsmede permission form on the train? I handed it into McGonnagal and she took five points from Gryffindor!"
All the Weasley men laughed heartily, the tension evaporating.
"I didn't know he did that!" exclaimed George.
"What did it say?" asked Bill.
"I hereby forbid Percival Weasley from ever entering the village of Hogsmede as he is a right foul toad faced git and my least favorite child.
Sincerely,
Molly Weasley" explained Percy, to the delight of his brothers.
"Oh course," Percy continued, "McGonnagal knew it was a fake. Clearly Bill and Charlie weren't responsible, and since Fred and George were in their first year she was unaware of their talent for trouble."
All of the Weasley men were laughing, all tension forgotten. Percy was slightly embarrassed that he had shared this story.
"I was scandalized!" he continued, which only made his father and brothers laugh harder.
After they had calmed themselves down and consumed another round, Bill mentioned that he should be getting back to his wife and child. George agreed, eager to get back to Angelina and baby Freddie. Reluctantly all of the Weasley men got up, ready to head back to their various errands.
However, before they left, there was something that needed to be done. George ordered a final round of 7 firewhiskys. Every Weasley man grabbed one, leaving the last one on the table.
"To Fred." Said Percy.
"To Fred." The rest of them replied, toasting the sole firewhisky still on the table.
They made their goodbyes to one another and left the pub. George, the last to leave, grabbed the last firewhisky, toasted his twin, and said quietly, "I miss you brother".
It was time to go back to The Burrow.
Two Weeks Later…
The day of the wedding had arrived.
Angelina was waiting with her bridesmaids in the kitchen of the Burrow. All the guests, George, and his groomsmen were waiting outside. The set up of the wedding was much the same as Bill and Fleur's wedding, but the scale of the event was far more grand.
Everyone Angelina could think of from the wizarding world was in attendance, or had at the least been invited. In fact, some of the people outside Angelina didn't even know at all. She figured Molly had gone a tad barmy with the guest list, and that most people showed up in support of the Weasleys in general, even if they didn't know George and Angelina specifically. Angelina didn't care, she only had eyes for George anyway.
Her bridesmaids looked beautiful. Katie Bell, her maid of honor, Ginny, Fleur, and Alicia Spinnet. At first Angelina only had Katie, Alicia and Ginny, but as George had 4 groomsmen (his brothers), she had needed a fourth bridesmaid. She had mentioned it to Fleur three weeks ago during a baby play date (in which Victoire slept, the two women had tea and Freddie looked at the baby as if to say 'this is it?') and Fleur had accepted, delighted.
Hermione and Harry had (reluctantly—Angelina didn't like the idea) been put on baby duty for the day. Angelina felt bad for the two of them, as Molly had been working them (plus Ginny and Ron) to the bone for the last two weeks. But Hermione and Harry seemed delighted to be watching the babies. Victoire would be sleeping most of the time and Hermione had informed Angelina that "entertaining Freddie is far more interesting than polishing silverware or seating guests".
Ginny and Fleur had gone to put the final touches on their makeup and hair, so Angelina, Alicia and Katie were having a mini Gryffindor Quidditch reunion waiting for things to begin.
"Nervous?" Katie asked Angelina.
"Oh Katie don't be silly. Of course not." Angelina replied.
"Why not? It is rather… final." Alicia chimed in.
"Um, have you all gone mental? We have a 6 month old baby together!" Angelina said, baffled.
"Well…yeah. But I mean, this is different. After this—George and you will be together…forever." Said Alicia.
"You don't understand," Angelina sighed, "George isn't like he used to be. He isn't—he wouldn't—he loves me." She finished lamely.
"We know that!" said Katie, putting her hand over Angelina's.
"Of course he does!" Alicia agreed. "But being married is a big deal! And lots of people have babies together—it doesn't mean that they necessarily end up together in every case."
"No, no, no," said Angelina, annoyed that they were patronizing her on her wedding day, "you don't understand. George—he isn't like that anymore. He's not…careless with things anymore. Freddie and me, we mean the world to him. And he means the world to us. He wouldn't ever jeopardize that—not—not for anything. He's just—I just—he's everything."
Her speech stopped Alicia and Katie in their tracks. 'They finally get it' thought Angelina, who was smiling at her two best friends.
Ginny and Fleur came back into the room.
"Okay, I think we are ready. Fleur got her makeup 'just right' this time." Said Ginny testily, shooting an impatient look at her sister in law.
Fleur smiled magnificently back at Ginny. Even though she recently gave birth, Angelina had to admit she looked stunning. Angelina certainly hadn't dropped her baby weight that quickly. They actually made a dynamic pair, Fleur so fair and petite, Angelina so dark and curvy.
"Now ve are ready to go, yes?" asked Fleur.
At the Reception…
The toasts had been given, the meal had been served and the cake had been cut; Molly's grand gala wedding had gone off without a hitch. Angelina was delightfully happy—she was joyous, she was blissful, she was floating.
George hadn't minded all the muss and fuss in the end—he had gotten to see some people from Hogwarts he hadn't seen in ages. And much to his surprise, no one told him "how sorry they were" that his brother had died. In fact, all talk of Fred was anecdotal and accompanied by laughter, which filled George's heart with gladness.
Besides, George couldn't keep his eyes off of Angelina. He found himself looking at her throughout the evening, almost ignoring whoever was talking to him. She looked amazing in her gown: it was simple and beautiful and it hugged her delicious body in a tantalizing way. He could hardly wait until all of the guests left so he could get his hands on her. He was glad they had made it official—but to George it had been 'official' ever since they made love that two years ago day for the first time.
They weren't going on an official 'honeymoon' ('George there is no way—we can't leave Freddie that long and it's inappropriate')but Molly and Arthur had promised to let Freddie stay overnight at the Burrow for two weeks. In addition, George had also booked time off of work (Angelina hadn't yet gone back to work) and they were going to go away for a mini vacation for two nights and three days to the north of the country. And they were leaving tonight after the reception. George was buzzing with anticipation; he and Angelina still made love (very) frequently, but it was more difficult with Freddie. There were more hurried embraces and far less time available to simply lounge around with one another.
However, despite George's excitement to whisk Angelina away, this would be the first time they would be away from Freddie for so long. He had a terrible feeling in his stomach about it. Strangely, it made George appreciate his parents more (as he watched them do a slow waltz together across the dance floor). George wouldn't see Freddie for three days and it was eating him up—he couldn't imagine sending him to school, to Egypt, to Romania… George shuddered at the thought (what if he needed me?).
Meanwhile…
Angelina had gone to fetch Freddie from Hermione and Harry, who were sitting with Ron and Ginny and looking very relieved that someone was coming to take Freddie off their hands. Fleur had already excused herself to go put Victoire to bed (her and Bill were staying overnight with the baby) and Freddie was getting very fussy, not used to being away from his parents for this long.
"He wasn't too much trouble was he?" asked Angelina.
"Oh, no, no! Not at all! He is a sweetheart!" exclaimed Hermione.
Angelina noticed Harry's polite grimace, and she laughed.
"It's okay Harry, I know he can be a handful. You two were so admirable today, I owe you one." She kissed Harry on the cheek and gave Hermione a half hug, scooping Freddie into her arms.
"Oi! It's not like we just sat around all day!" Ginny teased.
"Of course, of course. Thank you both for being in the wedding, and welcoming me to the family." Angelina gave the siblings a hug and a kiss, Freddie loving the movement and attention to his mum. He was such a sociable little baby.
Freddie was delighted to be back with Angelina. He was trying to grab her earrings and put them in his mouth, in what Angelina was taking as a gesture of affection.
"Did you miss mummy, my sweet baby boy?" Angelina asked, lifting Freddie up and blowing on his stomach.
"Baaaaaa! Creeeee! MaaaaaaaMaaaaa!" said Freddie, laughing furiously.
Angelina stood stock still, a big smile starting to spread over her face. Hermione and Ginny's eyes both widened. The boys didn't seem to have noticed.
"Has—has he said that before?" asked Hermione.
"You heard it too?" Angelina asked, excited. Ginny and Hermione both nodded.
"Heard what?" said Ron, looking at Harry confused. Harry was looking equally as muddled. Angelina thought she heard Hermione mutter 'honestly' as she grabbed Ron's hand.
"He said 'mama' Ron." Hermione said gently. It was Ron and Harry's turn to smile and widen their eyes.
"Try and make him say it again!" encouraged Ginny.
"Freddie," Angelina said softly, looking into her son's eyes, "who am I?"
Freddie looked at her as if she had gone completely mental.
"Maaaaaaaaa Maaaaaaaaa!" Freddie babbled simply.
"Oh! Oh my! I have to find George." Said Angelina. And with that—she was off, leaving a very excited Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Ron smiling and giggling at the table.
George was sitting with Charlie at one of the tables when he saw an elated Angelina and a laughing Freddie come towards him with admirable speed.
"Hey! What's all the commotion for?" George asked, concerned.
"Oh George, it's wonderful! Listen!" she said, lifting Freddie up like she did before and putting him face to face with her.
"Freddie, who am I?" Angelina asked again.
Freddie had caught on to his mum's game. With less hesitation than the last time, he babbled, "Maaaaaaaaaaa Maaaaaaaaaaa!"
George's eyes went wide with shock and delight.
"He spoke! Angie, he talked! He talked!" George took Freddie from Angelina and began to whirl him around in circles.
"I take it that was his first word?" asked Charlie.
"Yes. I'm sorry Charlie—it's just the healer said he wouldn't be talking at all for another two months!" Angelina gushed.
"Us Weasleys, always ahead of the curve. I'm quite proud actually." Charlie grinned (wondering if two 'm' sounds qualified as a 'word'), watching his baby brother continue to whirl his nephew around.
George was euphoric. He was twirling Freddie around and around, up and down, much to his son's sheer delight. George held Freddie up in front of him and made a goofy face, eliciting yet another laugh from Freddie.
"You are such a smart man! My darling boy! This is the best wedding present we could ever hope for, and I am including that new broom uncle Bill bought us! I love you so much my little man!" George cooed.
"Well done Freddie. Your uncle Fred would be delighted." Said Charlie, giving his nephew a kiss on the forehead and wandering off to talk to Kingsley and some other people from the Ministry.
Freddie was making a 'your turn to hold me' gesture at Angelina, so George handed her the baby, sat down, and then pulled Angelina onto his lap. He was so happy, so contented. George felt as if he could close his eyes and simply float away.
Freddie wriggled in Angelina's arms and turned to face his father. He started grabbing various parts of his face with a look of concentration, almost to see if they would come off.
"What is it Freddie?" George asked, holding out his hands so Freddie could grab onto them.
"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Daaaaaaaaaaaa!" babbled Freddie, smiling.
George had never smiled so wide. His eyes were threatening to leave their sockets.
Later that night…
"I can't believe he talked! Our son bloody talked! Two months ahead of schedule too! I always knew the Weasleys were geniuses." Prattled George as he began to (finally) remove his tuxedo. Freddie had fallen asleep on Angelina's shoulder and been put to bed. The guests (who weren't staying over at the Burrow) all left and George and Angelina apparated to the inn they had booked for the next three days.
"Oi!" called Angelina from the bathroom as she removed her hair pins and her makeup, "it's not like he is reciting Shakespeare. But I must admit I'm rather proud. And hey! Who says it's the Weasleys that are geniuses. Us Johnsons aren't exactly squibs you know!"
"Be that as it may, our son is destined for greatness, I can tell!" George said, pulling his shirt over his head and leaving himself clad only in his underpants.
"Mmhmm," murmured Angelina as she walked out of the bathroom in her lingerie, "well I happen to think his father is brilliant! So it stands to reason…"
George's jaw dropped. She looked fucking brilliant—soft and curvy and delectable.
"Is that—is that new?" asked George, dumbstruck.
"Why? Do you like it?" Angelina asked, doing a little twirl.
George nodded, incapable of any other action. He didn't think he'd remember his name if you asked him just now. Angelina was wearing some white—off white—lace—thing. He didn't know what it was exactly; all he knew is that he could see her nipples and that it made her skin look amazing. Her body had gone more or less back to what it had been before the baby. Her hips were a little fuller, and her breasts were still exceptionally large as she was still breastfeeding Freddie but other than that she had gone back to the amazing body she had had before. She was a vision—and she was his.
"I don't think I heard that; I asked if you liked it? If not I can always take it off—"
George bounded off the bed and crushed his lips into Angelina's. He frantically moved his hands all over her body, as she did the same.
"You, look, fucking, brilliant!" George whispered, lifting up Angelina's lace top and speaking to her breasts.
Angelina laughed.
"Are you talking to my breasts or are you talking to me?" she panted, running her fingers roughly through George's hair as they slowly headed towards the bed.
"Both." George answered, biting Angelina's right nipple and pushing her slowly onto the bed. She gasped as he pinned her hands above her head with his one hand while he began to rub her over her knickers with his other hand.
"Mmm, Georgie, that feels so nice…" she moaned softly.
"Nice?" George asked, as he made his way down her body with kisses. "Oh, I think we can do a little better than nice, yeah?"
He planted a kiss on Angelina's inner thigh as he slowly removed her lacy knickers, causing her to moan a little louder this time.
"That's a little better," said George, slowly kissing up Angelina's body, from her ankles upward, "it's been a while since I've gotten to do this without having to worry about how loud you are."
"You…cheeky *moan*…bastard." Angelina panted as George got frighteningly close to where she wanted him to be.
"Mmm, well if you'd rather I stop…" George made to lift his head but Angelina unceremoniously pushed him back between her legs.
"Eager are we?" asked George, licking Angelina's nub and causing her to whimper. However, rather than continue George pulled back and continued to kiss her inner thigh.
"Stop…*pant*… bloody…*whimper*… teasing me Mr. Weasley…" Angelina whispered.
George looked up at her, smiling wide.
"Anything you say Mrs. Weasley…" and with that George began licking and biting her core with fervor, sending Angelina into a fit of whimpers and (rather loud) moans.
"Oh…*moan*…Georgie! Oh! *moan* That feels so bloody gooooooooood". Angelina rambled off into an indecipherable line of phrasing as George continued to please her.
He added a finger, and then a second, as Angelina's moans turned into screams and she began to move her hips in tandem with George's ministrations.
George increased the tempo of his fingers as he stopped using his tongue to look up at Angelina. Her hips were riding his hand, her face was flushed, eyes closed, and she was moving her head back and forth—overcome with emotion and pleasure.
"Do you like it? Do you like this Angie?" George asked, pointedly looking at her and increasing his hands still faster as he rubbed her clit ferociously.
"Yes…yes…yes! Oh Georgie I love it! I love you!" and with that Angelina came, her whole body going tense and jerking around George's hand.
George continued to stroke Angelina through her climax, watching (and feeling) her body relax, watching her sink into the mattress. She looked so beautiful to him, and he was painfully hard—he wanted her so badly.
"Mmm Georgie, come here." Angelina beckoned to George, eyes still closed. He deftly removed his fingers, licked them clean, and went to lay beside her, curling his body around hers.
"I love you, wife." Said George in an overly formal and proper voice.
Angelina elbowed him in the ribs, but then settled into him further, pressing her body into his.
"And I love you, husband." Angelina replied, trying to copy George's voice but ending up laughing instead. She rolled around to face him, intertwining her legs with his and pressing their bodies together. She could feel him everywhere. Her hard nipples touching his chest, his erection pressed teasingly against her thigh. Her love for him was scary sometimes—she didn't really know how she could live without him. It scared her that something would happen to him—that he would be taken from her as Fred had been.
"Are you alright? You're far away." George asked, lines of concern crossing his handsome faced.
Angelina smiled, reveling in her handsome husband. Even with the horrible scarring of the place where his ear used to be, he was still quite the handsome young man.
"I love you." Angelina said, seriously.
"I love you." George replied, just as serious.
"Good. Because I would very much like you to make love to me now." Angelina kissed George on the nose, on the forehead, on his eyelids, and finally on his mouth.
George let out a feral growl and rolled Angelina so that she was underneath him. Without any further ado, he pushed his cock inside of her, roughly, and he groaned while she moaned.
"Mmm, my big strong husband…" Angelina whispered as George began a feverish pace. He had wanted to do this all day, and he was having a hard time controlling himself at all.
He thrust in and out of her, looking down to watch his cock enter and exit her body, over and over. Angelina had her eyes closed, and she was once again turning her head from side to side, overcome with what George was making her feel, what he always made her feel.
"Mmm…*grunt*…Angie…*grunt* so good…" George panted, using one hand to turn Angelina's face towards his so that he could kiss her passionately, pushing his tongue inside her mouth.
Angelina moved her legs to wrap around George's waist and they both groaned. George started to fuck her harder, and faster, and Angelina was beyond words. All she could do was pant and moan and feel. George was driving her to madness.
"Angelina—I—I cant—" George grunted, his pace becoming erratic.
Angelina kissed him, and opened her eyes to look deep into his.
"Then don't—come inside me." Angelina whispered.
George couldn't hold back any longer. Her words inflamed him. He came harder than he ever had before. His climax set off Angelina, and her body spasmed as she let out little pants of 'oh Georgie!'.
George collapsed on her body, totally and entirely spent. They lay entangled in one another for what seemed like forever, until George slowly pulled out and rolled off of Angelina, once again lying facing her and entangling their bodies.
"Wow." Said Angelina.
"Wow yourself." Replied George. "That lace thing…can we save that for all special occasions?" asked George.
Angelina laughed, kissing George chastely on the lips.
"I knew you'd like it." She said softly.
"I think "like" is an understatement. You're so bloody sexy." George kissed her, a little more passionately this time.
"Mmm, so are you." Angelina replied, slowly stroking George's face.
They lay there for a while, looking at one another, occasionally giggling and caressing. After a while Angelina began to think about Fredie. She wondered if he had woken up for his nighttime feeding (had she pumped enough breast milk?) or if he was sleeping alright away from home.
George could see the thoughts float across Angelina's forehead.
"Do you want me to floo mum quick? She will still be up—it's not that late. Just to check up on him?" asked George softly. Truthfully, George was also worried about being so far away from Freddie. When he stayed for a night at the Burrow before, at least George and Angelina had been close by.
"What a wonderful man you are." Angelina said. "How about you, *kiss*, go floo Molly and check on Freddie and I *kiss* will wait for you in the shower. I'm awfully *kiss* sticky for some reason…"
"It's a deal". George said while getting out of bed, tossing on a bathrobe and heading towards the fireplace.
As Angelina lay there, naked, a million emotions and memories flying though her mind, she reflected on how far they'd come—her and George—together these last couple of years. Never could she imagine a love this strong, for her man or her baby, and she felt many things but mainly she was just thankful. She was thankful that—in the end—it had all worked out. There were no more tribulations, no more tears, no more death. Just her, George, Freddie, and forever. Everything was alright now.