AN: Fred II and OC. Still don't own anything by JK Rowling or Bruno Mars.
If you're tossin' and turnin' and you just can't fall asleep
I'll sing a song beside you
Fred huffed as he rolled over in bed for the seemingly millionth time that night.
"Fred, hunny, are you alright?"
"Can't sleep," he muttered into his pillow.
His wife sat up and began to run her hand through his hair. "Do you need me to sing you to sleep? You know how it calms you down."
Fred shook his head. "I'll be fine love."
His wife placed her free hand on her abdomen. "You know Fred, I can't wait to sing to the twins."
Fred sat up and looked at his wife. "Charlotte, what if I'm not a good father? What if I completely cock up? What if they hate me when they grow up?"
"Fred, hunny, you had great male role models growing up, you'll know how to be a good father. Besides we have 6 months before we worry about being parents and you're great with kids. You're already a great uncle to Sabrina."
"But I don't have to spend all my time with her. She's not my responsibility."
"Why don't we ask Rox and Ced if we can look after Sabrina once a fortnight, get a bit of practice in before the twins arrive?"
"I think that'd make me feel better," Fred said.
"Me too."
"You're scared too?"
"Terrified."
AN: Charlotte should be terrified. She's having twins. Weasley twins. Spoiler: Charlotte's brother will make any appearance in a later chapter.