Ange put the food out on the table and rubbed her back slightly- she wasn't amazingly good at this sort of thing yet. But she tried- so hard! And Molly was a hard one to please. She stood back and made sure everything looked okay before she turned around and saw George stood in the doorway holding an excited Roxanne. "Baby- don't stress! It's not good for our little man" he said as he moved forward and kissed his wife lovingly. Suddenly the noise from that toy went off again and Ange saw that Roxy still had it clasped in her hand; she turned to George- "Thanks for that one. We'll never head the end of it!" she said, shaking her head as Roxy burst out giggling again before going into a long conversation of jabberish with her Dad.

George laughed at his baby girl trying to speak- he nodded and smiled whenever he thought it appropriate, he could barely understand a word she was saying. He could interpret a bit though- he did hear 'Dada' and 'Mama' and 'Nana' mentioned a couple of times. Everything else was just the mumbling of a baby desperately trying to communicate!

There was soon a knocking at the door and George went through with Roxy who was eagerly trying to get out of his arms- "Da… No" she said- he laughed at his daughter's little impatient face. She was doing such an Angie look right then!

"Nana!" Roxy gurgled when Molly came through the door. "Oooh. My little beautiful one year old grand-daughter! Happy Birthday, sweetie!" she said as Roxanne laughed and clapped her hands, George had no choice but to pass his wriggling baby to his Mum who accepted her with a loving embrace. "Oooh, you smell so good little girl!" Molly laughed as she carried Roxy through to the kitchen where she found Ange running about- "Sweetheart- don't rush about like this!" she said putting Roxanne on her hip and then giving Ange a motherly hug. "I've told her that, Mum" George said with a wink at Ange.

Later on- everyone had arrived. Everyone! They'd all bought such lovely gifts for Roxanne- it was so sweet and perfect. Roxy looked so happy with all the attention she was getting right then! Ange suddenly felt really… tired. She could barely keep herself upright. George looked up from his game of cards with Ron and noticed his wife swaying.

"Ange!" he said as he threw down his cards and practically knocked his chair over to get to her. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asked her- but she could do no more than look at him before she'd collapsed on the floor. George quickly knelt down- "Angie, baby! Someone- we need to get her to St Mungoes- now" he said quickly- worried for both his wife and baby's health.

"Mr Weasley? Can I have a word please?" the Healer said- George could practically feel his blood run cold right then. He nodded and moved through in to Ange's room. She was wide awake- and she looked beyond upset. She put out her arms for George, who quickly moved over to her and sat on the bed so that she could feel safe in his arms.

"Well… we believe that you have an infection of some kind- maybe you picked it up when you had your accident. The infection seems to have made its way through your blood and into the baby." The Healer started to explain, Ange instantly burst out crying and clutched onto George. "But it's not just dangerous to the baby. It's very, in fact probably more dangerous to you, Mrs Weasley." George felt his heart rate quicken- he was in panic mode and he was not going to lose his wife.

"What…. What can you do? Surely there must be… you can't just let my wife…" he said, tears pouring down his face. "We're going to have to start you on some basic muggle antibiotics, Mrs Weasley. They should do the trick. But- it's not the infection that is the dangerous side, so to speak- that can be dealt with. But, it is the birth that is the dangerous part for you, Mrs Weasley." The Healer explained before looking directly at George who was desperately trying to hold himself together. "Under no circumstances can she give birth at home- at the first signs, please get here fast." Ange could feel herself shaking with nerves- worry. She'd never had this with Roxanne- she never realised just how dangerous having a baby could really be.

When the Healer had left the room- a teary Ange turned to George. "This is my fault. The Quidditch… if I hadn't played the stupid Quidditch…" she cried- George shook his head and held her closer in his arms. "No baby, Angel… it's not your fault. Don't think that" he said reassuringly to his wife, his precious wife.

He put his hand over her tummy protectively and then brushed away his tears with the other hand. "You're both going to be okay" he said, nodding his head and looking into Ange's eyes. "I am not losing my wife or my child" He reached forward and kissed Ange passionately, putting his arms around her and never wanting to let go.

How could this be happening to him? To them? The thought of losing Angie after Fred… it killed him- and it really would kill him. He wouldn't be able to live- nothing would ever be the same. He'd already lost half of what made him and he was not going to lose her. Or his baby- Roxanne was going to get her baby brother.

He kissed Ange once more before he left her to rest and went back out into the corridor where his parents were waiting with a crying Roxanne. He took her from his Dad and rocked her gently in his arms as fresh tears made tracks down his face.

"I can't lose her, Mum…" he said quietly- feeling his legs almost giving in. He went and sat down- rocking the now calm Roxanne again, who was smothering her Daddy's cheek with sloppy kisses. Molly knelt down in front of George- "Look in my eyes, George Weasley- You are not going to lose your wife. Stop this now. The Healer explained to me what's going on, and what is your daughter going to think if you're moping around and sobbing for the rest of Ange's pregnancy…"

"Mum! Shut up!" George snapped at her- "I could lose her, Mum- I could lose my Angel! Roxanne could lose her Mum! I've lost Fred- and I am not losing my wife. Because I can tell you now, I won't be able to cope. To live without her." He said angrily, before passing his daughter back to his Dad and storming down the corridor away from his parents.

Once he got further away and out of eyesight, he collapsed against one of the walls. Sobbing into his hands and shaking with his cries. His Angel was going to be fine. He took a few deep breaths and stood up again.

He had to pull himself together for his Roxanne. For his Angel. And for his son- his unborn child.

(And a thank you goes to my friend for kinda helping me with this chapter. You know who you are!)