I nodded, smiling at Molly, "Of course," I told her. "First birthday will be at your house. If that's alright?"

"Dear, I wouldn't insist otherwise!" Molly chided. "Now, since it's next week, we need to think of something special! Oh, I've got it!"

"What?" I asked, interested.

She bounced Lyra on her knee, "Oh, I can't tell you yet! It's a surprise!"

I sighed, "Oh, alright. I guess I can allow this. But I insist on paying for everything."

Molly laughed, "Dear, I want you to pay for nothing. For my first grandchildren's birthday in my home, I insist on this. Now, off you go! I have much to do! I want you back here in exactly one week, no sooner!"

"Molly-" I tried to protest.

She handed me my daughter and shook her head. "I insist," she told me. "Now go on home. Give George a kiss for me."

"Alright," I amended. "See you later, Molly."

"See you, dear," she kissed my cheek and I closed the door behind me as I apparated.

"How's Mum?" George asked as I entered the shop.

"Ecstatic," I told him, kissing his cheek. "That's from Molly. Don't go thinking you're going to get that every time I come home."

George pouted, "But!"

I rolled my eyes, "You're so full of yourself. I going to put Lyra down. I'll be back down in fifteen."

"No need," George insisted. "I'm just getting ready to close up."

"Alright, if you're sure," I sighed. "What do you want for dinner?"

"Whatever you make, woman," George grinned at me.

I narrowed my eyes, "What?"

"Uh, I mean, lovely?" George stuttered. "Yes, whatever you make, lovely love!"

"I thought so," I smirked. "Spaghetti."

"Perfect," he grinned.

I climbed the stairs from the crowded back room and laid Lyra down in her crib, seeing Fred still sleeping. I kissed both of their foreheads and shut the door behind me, leaving the door open slightly so I could hear them if they awoke, and they'd have light from the hall.

George walked through the door as soon as I finished dinner and I handed him his plate.

"Do you remember when the kids were born?" George asked.

I glanced at him, confused, "No. I don't remember when my own children were born."

"Okay, maybe I rephrased that wrong," George chuckled. "I mean, afterwards, when we were sitting down."

I knew where he was going with this. "Yes, what about it?"

"I know it was a long time ago," he said first, "but what did you mean?"

I bit my lip, shrugging, "I-I was just wondering, I mean, I know its probably not-"

"You were talking about when I said I love you, weren't you?" George interrupted. He was giving me his full attention and I found I couldn't use eating a distraction.

"Yes," I answered, feeling my heart beating rapidly.

"Stand up," George told me abruptly.

"George-"

"Stand up," he repeated, standing up himself.

I sighed, doing as asked and stood. He moved so he was in front of me. "What's this about?" I sighed, feeling not up to his antics.

"Look at me," he said quietly. I met his eyes, seeing his sparkle in them. He was up to something.

"Okay," I said quietly, slightly annoyed. What was this about?

He took my hand and placed it against his chest, "When you had those two little screamers," George chuckled at his own joke and I felt my lips twitch, but quickly hid it, "I cried. I'll admit it. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Well, aside from one." I raised an eyebrow, asking him to go on. "Bloody hell, woman, you!" George said after a moment. I flushed ducking my head. "Oi! Look at me."

I sighed and lifted my head to look at him, "I want to know, what are you doing?"

"I'm telling you I love you," George said simply. "And that I did mean it. I may have been a little upset when we were first forced together. But after a week, I realized we weren't forced together. I'd rather be with you than anyone else. And I'm telling you right now, I love you."

My heart was beating wildly and I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out, "I-" I tried again, "I-"

A wail interrupted me. I sighed and laid my exhausted head on George's chest, "I'll never get to say it," I mumbled.

George chuckled and whispered in my ear, "I'll get it."

"No, wait!" I said quickly, grabbing his hand, "I may not have something entirely planned out, because Godric knows that you planned this for weeks."

"Maybe," he smirked.

"So I'm telling you this now, just like you told me, and I mean it as well. I would have told you when the kids were born, but Molly and all them walked in. I love you, George Weasley, and I wouldn't trade a moment I've spent with you for anything in the world."

"Not even a hippogriff?" George gasped.

I laughed fully, "Not even."

"Great, then you'll let me take a nap!" George exclaimed, running towards our bedroom.

"Oh, no you don't! You called it! I haven't slept in two days!"

George popped his head out of the hall door and grinned at me, "Whatever, love. You slept before you left to see Mum today."

"I had a twenty minute nap," I mumbled.

"Fine, fine. But if they're hungry, you're it."

"Agreed," I smirked, knowing they weren't hungry. They just needed their nappy changed.

I skipped off to bed, falling asleep to the sound of George exclaiming in shock as he opened the diaper. I giggled uncontrollably.

"Not funny!" George called. "Ugh! What have you been eating, Fred!"

"Here we are," Molly called, opening the kitchen door. I had Lyra on my lap, Fred on George's. She presented a cake with a single candle on it. "Happy Birthday to you!" Molly started and we all joined in. Ron, Charlie, and Harry sang the second loudest.

George was singing at the top of his longs, making sure that over everyone, he was heard.

After a very good birthday, most presents consisting of clothing items and diapers, because Merlin knows we need them, we departed from the Burrow with two exhausted children. I put them down, singing a soft lullaby and George putting the things into their closet. And of course, he dropped the ball that decided it wanted to sing and light up.

Another hour later, I finally got the kids to sleep, glaring at George the entire time.

"Sorry," he whispered as I shut the door.

I grinned despite myself and turned to him, "Not your fault. What do you say we sit in the living room?"

His hands went to my hips, "Can I talk to the little one?"

"As long as your mother doesn't randomly show up, yes," I giggled. "I think we can wait until Sunday dinner to tell her."

"Agreed," George chuckled. "I need you all to myself."

I lied down on the couch, on my back, and George lifted me up so that I was laying on top of his lap as he sat. My flat stomach was over his crossed legs and he leaned down, his hands on the top and bottom of where my baby bump used to be, "Hello, little fella."

"George," I giggled. "We don't even know if it's a boy."

"So?" George asked, shrugging.

"He's going to be just like his daddy," I murmured affectionately as I sat up, resting my back on a few pillows so I could sit up and talk to George as well.

"I thought it wasn't a boy, Miss Hermione?"

I stuck out my tongue, "I'm just saying..."

"I think he's going to have his Mum's brains though," George stated. "And his mum's cute little button nose-"

"George!" I laughed, smacking his chest.

"Oi! Stop abusing me, woman!" George cried. "I'm filing a complaint with the Ministry!"

I shook my head, "You abused my ears today."

"My singing is amazing," George defended himself. "Shut up."

"You were the one that wanted to talk to a three month old unborn baby."

George's hands ghosted over my belly button, "Because it's our son, that's why I want to," George murmured. "Three, can you believe it? Three in two years."

I gave a snort, "Believe me, I believe it. I was the one that had to deliver them."

"Well... do you promise not to break my hand this time? And say you hate me?"

I grinned, looking up to George, "No promises."

I lied... again. This is it! The end! I hope you like! Finally they say it, too! :) Please, review and tell me if you like!

-Nastya