I'm sorry this update is kind of short. If I didn't cut it off it would have drug on and on. Enjoy it!

Chapter Fourteen

Since they had returned from France Ella had been quite busy. She spent her days, while George was working, arranging and decorating their new home. It had begun to look like the new Mr. and Mrs. Weasley lived there. At first it had been beautiful, but as Ella worked on it more and more it became a home that expressed the personalities of the two people who lived there.

She had also been working on her plans for the coming school year. Her time was spent searching through Flourish and Blotts looking for textbooks for her students. When she found the ones she wanted Ella took to the porch to create lesson plans and assignments.

On a particularly sunny day Ella took a break from working and smiled to herself. When she had moved to England she had never, in a million years, guessed that she would be someone's wife within the year. She had never guessed that she would ever marry someone like George Weasley, but she had and Ella couldn't imagine her life turning out any other way.

There was a loud pop! and George made his way up the front steps.

"I was just thinking about you," Ella smiled up at him.

"You should be. I am your husband after all." He physically slid her over on the porch swing so he could sit next to her. He rested an arm across her shoulders and surveyed her lesson plans. "Interesting stuff."

Ella nodded and continued to write. George rocked them slowly back and forth. "I invited mum and dad over for dinner tonight," he said quietly.

Quickly checking her watch Ella stood up abruptly. "Bloody hell, George!" She exclaimed. "It's 4:30!" Her school things scattered all over the floor.

"Ella, it's fine," George laughed, but she had already rushed into the house. With a wave of his want the books were in a neat stack on his lap.

The kitchen became a blur of activity as Ella began to make dinner. She wanted to impress Mrs. Weasley, who was a phenomenal cook. George always seemed to enjoy Ella's cooking, but he would probably eat anything.

Just as George was opening the door an hour and a half later Ella came downstairs looking tasteful and polished. Mr. Weasley smiled at her, but Mrs. Weasley merely glanced at her.

They all went into the kitchen and George go drinks out while Ella pulled a roast and vegetables out of the oven. It looked like it had turned our pretty well. She set it on the table and handed the knife to Mr. Weasley.

"Will you do us the honor, Mr. Weasley?" She asked.

"Arthur, dear. Call me Arthur," he replied, taking the utensils from Ella. He cut into the meat and Ella let the breath she had been holding out. She had been afraid the meat would be hard as a rock. "It looks delicious," her father-in-law said.

After it was cut everyone began eating in silence, the situation being a little tense. No one made eye contact and everyone seemed content to stare at their plate.

"It tastes great," George said breaking the silence bravely, putting a hand on his wife's leg under the table.

Ella shook her head. "I don't know. I think it could use some flavor."

Mrs. Weasley looked at the young woman. "Try chicken broth next time instead of water."

Ella nodded and smiled. "I will. Thank you."

The dinner plates were cleared away and Ella brought out dessert and coffee. Again, everyone was silent.

Mrs. Weasley looked at the young couple on the opposite side of the table. Her eyes met Ella's. "Are you pregnant?" She finally asked.

"Mum!" George exclaimed.

Ella touched his leg gently, even though she was just as shocked at the question. "No, I'm not pregnant," she responded calmly.

George was shaking his head in disbelief. "We didn't elope because Ella's pregnant."

"Well then why did you do it?" Mrs. Weasley took a sip of her coffee. "Why didn't you let your family be a part of the celebration?" She looked at Ella again. "Did you tell your parents?"

Ella shook her head. "Not until after we told you all."

"Were they pleased with your decision?"

"My mother wasn't," Ella said. "But my dad just wanted George and I to be happy with whatever decision we made."

"Look Mum, I'm going to explain this to you and if you still don't understand or agree with our decision then there's nothing else we can say or do and I suppose that will have to be that," George said calmly.

"Well then go on I suppose." Mrs. Weasley took another sip of coffee.

George leaned on his elbows that he put on the table and looked directly at his mother. "I don't know where to start," he sighed. "I guess Ella and I eloped because it was simpler. There was no stress and it was all very relaxed." He took Ella's hand. "And that defines us. We try to keep everything as calm and relaxed as possible, so why would we worry about trying to organize a wedding and a huge party?" Still holding Ella's hand, George reached across the table and took his mother's. "We didn't plan this out. It literally took us two days to get everything arranged. We certainly didn't do this to hurt or to exclude you. We did this because it was how we wanted to celebrate our love."

Mrs. Weasley looked at her son with tears in her eyes and then at her daughter-in-law. Mrs. Weasley took Ella's free hand and the three of them were joined with Arthur smiling contentedly at them all.

"Georgie," Molly said, using his childhood nickname. "I've only ever wanted to make you happy. It's taken this experience to make me realize that your happiness isn't the same as your brothers and sisters. It's different, but that doesn't it make it bad. If you're both happy then I'm happy." Mrs. Weasley smiled at the pair before her.

Later that evening, after Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had left and Ella had cleaned up the kitchen she retreated upstairs to take a hot bath. She pinned her hair up and poured a large amount of bubble bath into the tub.

Slipping into the tub she let out a sigh of pleasure. The water was warm and bubbles were fragrant. Her body was tense after worrying her in-laws, decorating the house, and preparing for the coming school year.

George came into the bathroom. He smiled at her as he leaned over the tub to press a kiss to her forehead. He then set a towel on the edge of the sink for her and left without a word.

They were both in bed and snuggled under the covers within the hour. George was playing with Ella's hair and smiling softly at her as her eyes drifted shut.

"I've been thinking," he said quietly.

"Oh goodness. That can't be good," Ella said drowsily. She had been nearly asleep from his gentle hands in her hair.

George chuckled. "It's just a thought."

Ella's eyes slipped shut again. "Go on. I'm listening," she mumbled.

"Well I was thinking that maybe you don't have to go back to work. I was thinking you could stay at home," George said.

"Why?" Ella asked through her sleepy fog.

"I thought we could have a baby."

Ella's eyes flew open and she looked at her husband, completely and totally shocked.

There you go! I think they call that a cliffhanger! Please give me some opinions on what you think should happen or not happen!

Happy reading,

Avonmora