Ange safely placed the pregnancy test in the drawer of the bedroom they were staying in at Molly and Arthur's. She hadn't told George that she was pregnant yet, having just done the test. It's a boy! the test had read- she had practically jumped for joy! George would be ecstatic when he found out that she was pregnant- that she was having his baby boy. Remembering the night that the baby was conceived brought an instant smile to her face as she closed the drawer and headed towards the door. It was the weekend of Hermione and Ron's engagement party, the whole family was there and they were going to play Quidditch.
It was the first time that Ange had played Quidditch in what seemed like forever- she had missed it so much. She laughed as George zoomed past her, blowing a kiss as he went. He sure was as good as ever. But she knew that it had been strange for him with Fred not being there to play too. Katie and Alicia were playing, along with Ron, Harry and Ginny- Bill, Charlie, Lee, Dean, Fleur, Gabrielle and even Percy. Molly and Arthur luckily had no muggles on their doorstep- which mean games of Quidditch were definitely on the chart.
They were right in the swing of the game- when Percy appeared flying straight at her out of nowhere as though he could no longer control his broom. She quickly turned but lost her control of her own broom. She could feel herself slip off it to screams of worry from everyone. Her fingers were only just holding her on. "No!" she screamed as she fell from the broom and crashed on to the ground.
George screamed- "ANGE!" he quickly, along with everyone else- moved to the ground and dismounted his broom, throwing it to the ground and sprinting over to his wife. Ange was unconscious- seemingly in a pool of her own blood. Her arm was most definitely broken and her head did not look good. Along with the big gash in her leg that was emitting a lot of blood. George dropped to his knees and started crying desperately- Molly had called for the healers as soon as she had seen what had happened. "Baby- baby, please wake up…. NOOO!" George screamed, everyone whispered in worry- some were even crying. "Keep Roxy away!" he shouted- not wanting her to see Ange like this.
He angrily stood up and stormed over to Percy as the healers from St Mungoes arrived- "You absolute bastard!" he screamed at him- before squarely punching his brother in the face. He didn't even bother saying anything else before turning back to see Ange carefully being placed on to a stretcher.
Soon they were all waiting outside the private room that Ange had been put in- the Healers were working on her right then and so George hadn't been able to go in and see her yet. He sat down- tears pouring down his face. "She'll be alright" Arthur had tried to reassure his son. "How the hell do you know, Dad?" he'd said in return. Molly was stood nearby with Roxy in her carry cot- George looked over and saw his beautiful daughter sleeping.
Suddenly, the door was opened and a junior Healer emerged and nervously called out for George. "… Mr Weasley…?" she'd said and beckoned for him to come into the room.
When George got in- he instantly looked at his Angel, who looked to be peacefully sleeping- her face didn't look as bad and her arm was bandaged, presumably after being fixed- he could also see a big bandage on her bare leg.
The main Healer adjusted Ange's arm and then moved over to George- she was a little old lady with a kind smile. "Mr Weasley. I'm Healer Francis. Your wife and baby are fine- they're both completely fine. Angelina will need… Is something the matter?" she asked the young man concerned over the look on his face.
"Baby?" he whispered- Healer Francis realised that because Angelina was really not very far along, maybe she hadn't told him yet. "Oh, you didn't know?" she asked him- "I wouldn't worry. She's really not very far along. But we ran a lot of tests and everything is going smoothly" she said, before turning to the junior Healer and muttering something to her.
George couldn't believe it- she was pregnant again! He was so happy, so relieved that his girl was alright. At first he had been sort of angry- why hadn't she told him she was pregnant? Why had she played Quidditch when she knew? But he knew that Ange would always act in both their best interests and so trusted her to have been doing what she knew was right.
He quickly went over to the bed and sat next to her, taking her unscathed hand in his and watching her- "Oh baby, I'm going to be a Daddy again! Thank you so much!" he said quietly, staring at the beauty of the sleeping woman before him. "And… you gave me a right bloody scare then, love. Don't ever do that again!" he said- not knowing what he would have done if he'd lost her. If he'd lost Fred and Angelina. He didn't even want to think about that- the mere thought made him feel physically sick.
He soon felt his girl stir and he smiled for when she opened her eyes and saw him- "Hey" she said croakily- before her face suddenly changed to deep worry. "The baby's okay" he said reassuringly. Ange's eyes widened- but she then relaxed.
"I… I should have… told you but…. I only just… I wanted it to… be special…" she said before she had to take a deep breath- the pain was still pretty bad. "Oh, don't you worry about that- just focus on getting better, Angel." He said whilst he stroked her hair back from her face and kissed her softly. Ange smiled as best she could at her husband, he soon moved so that he kissed her tummy.
"It's a boy" she whispered- George's head snapped up and he smiled at her- so full of love! "Oh, baby!" he said, excitedly as he moved forward and kissed her again. "Ouch, George… in pain here, remember?" she said- attempting to roll her eyes slightly but laughing at her Georgie's eagerness.
Four months later:
"Happy Birthday, baby girl!" Angelina squealed as she picked her beautiful one year old up from her changing mat after getting her dressed. Ange had put her in the cutest little pink dress, with a little white top underneath. Roxy giggled and stared at Ange- of course she had no idea what on earth was going on, but she was perfectly happy and excited anyway!
Roxanne was just so beautiful- she looked just like George- her beautiful red hair and lips, and her cute little nose were all from her Dad.
"Someone's one today!" came an excited voice from the door as George appeared holding numerous wrapped gifts for Roxanne, who instantly started clapping her hands and laughing at the sight of her Dad. She wriggled in Ange's arms and carried on giggling at the attention she was getting.
Ange put her down onto the floor of her new room and George knelt down, putting down the presents and holding his arms out so that she could walk to him. Which she did- muttering all sorts on the way.
She'd started well, jabbering now- and walking, obviously. But all she did was try to talk- it was so cute! But she was also picking stuff up- and throwing it about, which she just found amusing obviously. Ange didn't find it so amusing- she found toys everywhere!
"Ahhh… Mama…" she said- turning and looking up at Ange, who laughed and walked over, sitting on the floor with George and their baby girl, who had already picked up one of the presents and promptly dropped it again.
"You have to open it sweetie- see" Ange said softly as Roxy's hands clapped when she saw her Mum slowly opening the paper on the present. She passed it over to Roxy to see if she could do the rest and put her hand on her tiny bump- her baby boy was growing well! They'd gone for a scan just like they had with Roxanne and everything was fine- which was lucky after the fall she'd taken.
What seemed like hours later- the presents were all opened and Roxy was picking up the various toys and holding onto them tightly so that she could inspect them. Ange laughed at her daughter's curious gazes and laughs at the toys that George had made especially for her- she was especially fascinated by the toy animal that made funny noises. Once she'd figured out how to set the noises off, there was one going off every two seconds accompanied by her giggles.
"Right, let's get ready for this party!" Ange said to George knowing that their house was soon to be invaded by the Weasley clan. Not that she minded, she loved them all so much! But- she'd invited her parents, who were clearly too busy to celebrate their own grand-daughter's first birthday. It upset her- it really did.