Ange sat on the side of the bathtub. Stunned. She was truly stunned right then. She looked down at the little plastic stick that was glowing at her- glowing bright pink. It's a girl was flashing in bold letters on it.

She dropped it onto the floor and put her head into her hands. This couldn't be happening right then. She'd just started her job at the Ministry- the perfect job. Not too many hours, but good pay. They were getting married in two months! They hadn't got any room in the flat for a baby! Where would they put her? She swore to herself as she was startled by a knock at the door.

"Ange?" said a concerned voice- George. She closed her eyes and breathed in and out deeply before going to open the door. She quickly picked up the stick before she did though, sticking it in her cardigan pocket.

"Ill again, love?" he asked her- very worried. It wasn't like his Ange to be ill. But she had most definitely been ill the past few days. "Baby, I think we should…" Ange sighed and held his hand- "I'm fine- I promise" she laughed. He wasn't convinced at all and frowned, but shrugged his shoulders, it was her decision- but it didn't stop him from worrying.

"Ange, are you…" he started- "Oh shut up, George!" she shouted angrily- yes, he probably did have a right to know that she was pregnant, but she didn't want him to find out right now. She wanted it to be special when she told him.

George turned around and scoffed- "Excuse me for just trying to help!" he snapped at her- "And how exactly were you helping right then, George?" she asked him sarcastically, quickly moving towards the kitchen to start the washing up. Of course, she did it with a flick of her wand though.

"I was just asking if you were okay! Maybe we could go the doctor?" he suggested again- "I told you, there is nothing wrong with me!" she said, frustrated at him. "Stop being so bloody annoying!"

"Fine, in future, Angelina- I won't ask if you're okay. If you're writhing on the floor in pain, I'll just leave you there, huh? Is that what you'd like?" he practically shouted, before picking up some plates to put back in the cupboard- but he dropped them. They smashed on the floor and shattered all over the place before they had a chance to save them.

"You idiot!" she shouted at him- kneeling down and picking up the remnants of the plates and throwing them in the sink.

"I was only trying to help- again! I'm fed up- Ange. Tell me when you've grown up, please" he said, watching her angrily.

"Huh, that's rich coming from you- you're the biggest child I know!" she said, throwing another piece of broken plate into the sink. George narrowed his eyes at her before turning around and angrily moving from the room.

Ange followed him- "Don't you bloody dare walk away from me, George Weasley" she snapped at him, pulling him round to look at her.

George shook his head- "What the hell is wrong with you, Angelina?" he snapped at her- thoroughly annoyed and upset. They'd never had a fight like this and it hurt him so badly.

"You want to know what's wrong with me, George?" she shouted at him- "I'm pregnant! Pregnant!" she screamed. Tears pouring down her face, she ran towards the front door of the flat, but she couldn't bring herself to open it and run. She turned around and brushed the tears from her face.

George was shocked- he couldn't believe he was going to be a Dad! "Ange…" he said softly, moving quickly after her- he pulled her away from the door and held her in his arms. "I'm so sorry!" she sobbed, holding onto him tightly. "I was so rude right then… I didn't mean it…." She cried- tears pouring down her cheeks. "Ssh… baby. It's okay… I'm sorry too…" he said softly, stroking her hair before picking her up and carrying her over to their bed and placing her down carefully.

He sat down next to her, before leaning down and kissing her tummy- "We're having a baby" he said quietly- amazed that his child was growing inside of Angelina right then. She sat up and held onto his hand- "Yes- we are!" she said, smiling for the first time about it. "It's a girl!" she said softly, looking into his eyes. He laughed- "Well, she's going to be a beautiful and strong baby girl, just like her Mummy" he said to her tummy, placing a hand there gently.

"Let's just hope she's not as argumentative, okay?" he said- Ange laughed and pulled him close to her. He kissed her slowly as they fell back onto the bed in a daze of happiness. "We're having a baby!" he repeated- this time more excitedly- practically shouting it out. "I'm going to be a Dad!" he shouted proudly- never having achieved something so precious before in his life than what was growing inside his Angel.

I'm going to be a Dad, Fred. A Dad! My daughter will know all about her Uncle Fred- I promise you that.