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A/N: OMFG! I am soooo sorry for not uploading in like, FOREVER! Here is Ch. 37 finally...

37.

I get these suspicions. Even though I know that you love me baby. And I really shouldn't feel this way. Ooh Suspicions. I can't help it you're just so good lookin'. I'm afraid somebody's gonna steal you away from me. ~ Tim McGraw

Hermione woke on the early Saturday morning to find a note on her bed from Fred. She rubbed her tired eyes and picked up the note and read it.

Hermione,

I'm sorry to say I know longer have feelings for you. I've moved on with my life and I hope you will too. Tell Emily I love her.

Fred

Hermione was speechless and her eyes quickly teared up and she began crying. She threw the note across the room and curled up in a fetal position and sobbed. She couldn't fathom how Fred could leave Hermione alone with Emily while she was pregnant with his child.

"Mummy, are you okay?" Emily asked from the doorway. Hermione looked up, wiping her eyes and nodded her head. Emily crawled onto the bed and snuggled against her mother.

"Emily, I'm going to take you to aunt Ginny's house for a while okay?" Hermione said and Flooed Emily to Ginny's and Harry's house, explained to them what had happened, and went back to the Cottage. After taking off her pajamas (a t-shirt and shorts) she dressed in a short sleeved yellow dress and brown wedges and put her hair into a sloppy bun. She grabbed the letter off the floor and apperated to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. She opened the door with a key she had and almost ran up the steps to the entrance to the flat.

"George! George opened up! George!" Hermione yelled while knocking on the door. Finally, the door opened.

"Bloody hell Hermione! Why are you here so early?" George said after he opened the door. He looked like he'd just woken up because his hair was all over the place and he was still shirtless.

"Where's Fred?" Hermione asked, stepping past George and inside the flat. George just closed the door and turned around and looked dumbfounded at her.

"What do you mean, 'Where is Fred'? He left last night around ten o'clock last night to go back to the Cottage. Is he not home?" George asked confused.

"No, he's home. I just wanted to tell you how great he is in bed…" Hermione said sarcastically seeing George's face go from shocked to disgusted to beet red.

"YES HE'S NOT HOME!" Hermione snapped, throwing the balled up note at his head and plopped on the couch. George picked the ball of paper; unraveled it, and read it. Hermione watched his expressions go from shock to bug-eyed to confused.

"This is his handwriting but it doesn't sound like him." George said and crumpled the letter back up and looked up at Hermione, who was sobbing loudly. George quickly walked over to his crying sister-in-law, sat down beside her, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her into him and let her cry. Farah was watching and listening and walked over to the couch and knelt before Hermione.

"Why don't you and Emily stay here for a while, Hermione?" Farah offered and Hermione nodded her head, which was still buried in George's chest. Hermione heard Farah tell George she was going to get Emily and Hermione's and Emily's clothes.

"Emily's at Harry and Ginny's." Hermione said and heard the pop signaling Farah had disapperated. Hermione pulled out of George's hold and he went put a shirt on then Hermione went into the kitchen to make herself and George breakfast. She cooked chocolate chip pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon. She then plated the food, poured two glasses of milk, set up the table, and sat down and began eating. George walked in wearing a white t-shirt and black trousers took his plate and drink to the table, sat across from Hermione, and began eating.

"Mummy!" Emily said, running to Hermione's open arms. Hermione mouthed 'thank you' to Farah and turned her attention back to her daughter.

"I made you and aunt Farah breakfast." Hermione said as Farah brought the last two plates and cups of milk over to the table. Emily sat in the chair between Hermione and George and began to pig in. This was going to be hard for Hermione.

A/N: *dodging rocking and cuss words* I'm sorry about this! It will get better I promise... Review.