"Let me do that, Ange!" Katie said insistently brushing Ange's hands away and picking up the slightly heavy box from the floor and placing it onto the side. Ange laughed, but shook her head, George had been extra busy in the shop and so had made sure Katie and Alicia were always around for Ange during these last couple of days as the baby should have arrived by then, but had not.
He'd also made sure that they spent their days in the flat above the shop for some reason- so that she would be closer to him if anything happened. But she'd missed this place- it definitely brought back some strong memories.
"Now, go and sit down Mrs Weasley!" Katie said as she opened the box to pull out some baby clothes that Molly had sent over. "Aww- look at these! 'll run this over to the house in a bit" she said excitedly as she pulled out a pair of tiny blue booties and held them delicately in her hand. Ange smiled and rubbed her back slowly, seriously feeling drained. At least it had been quieter the past couple of days, Roxanne had gone to stay with Molly until the both the baby and Ange were safe and well. But Ange missed her baby girl so much; it just wasn't the same without her around.
She sighed and picked up the cup of tea that Katie had just made her, raising it to her mouth to take a sip before a ripping pain went through her and the cup fell from her hands and smashed on the floor. "AHHHH!" she screamed- she tried to steady herself against the counter but she could barely see straight. Katie quickly rushed to Ange's side just as Alicia rushed into the room- "Oh my gosh! I'll go and get George!" she said quickly, before running from the room and quickly down the many stairs that led to the bottom floor of the shop.
As she reached the bottom step, George looked up from the new display that he had been trying to make perfect with Lee. Alicia practically shouted across the shop- "George! Ange is in serious pain! I think the baby is…" she didn't get a chance to finish before George had quickly run past her and up the stairs.
He pushed open the door and found Katie kneeling down over his Angel, who was unconscious on the floor of the kitchen. "Oh Merlin…" he muttered, running over and kneeling down- she didn't look well at all. "We need to get to the hospital. Now" he said urgently- "We're going to have to call for them…" Katie said, knowing there was no way they could get Ange down those stairs or apparate her. George nodded and tried to make his wife comfortable, tears were streaming down his face at the fact that she was not awake. "Rennervate" he tried quietly, but his voice was shaky- she didn't wake up. "George. She's going to be fine. I promise you that" Alicia said urgently as Katie dashed off to contact St Mungoes. George looked daggers at Alicia- "And how the hell would you know that? Huh?" he said snidely, before realising that may have been harsh- "I'm sorry…. I just… I can't lose her… my Angel" he said through tears as he gently stroked Ange's cheek and held on to her closely- Alicia nodded, understanding that George was probably going through hell right then.
"Can I go in with her?" George asked the busy looking Healer desperately- "Yes, you can" she said hurriedly, as Ange was set up in the nearby bed. He went into the room behind another couple of Healers and quickly rushed to Ange's side. "Angelina Weasley. You are going to get through this" he said- not knowing if it was to comfort her or himself. He held onto her hand as the Healers started working on waking her up and also healing her. She soon stirred, but as soon as she did another pain went through her and her waters broke. George watched as she slowly tried to sit herself up, he and a Healer helped her and she was soon sat up against the pillows, still looking in a ridiculous amount of pain though.
"Baby, baby- you're going to be okay! Our son is going to be okay!" he said quickly as she dug her nails into his hand from the pain. She nodded as best she could as tears poured down both of their faces. He leaned forward and kissed her lovingly before her labour began.
It must have been hours later and his son had still not arrived- Angelina was running out of patience and energy and was crying and screaming in pain. George quickly went outside to see their many visitors and his Mum quickly embraced him- "Sweetheart, she's going to come through this just fine! They're looking after her well, Georgie- they're both going to be perfectly healthy and safe. Do you hear me?" she said, almost sternly to him. He nodded in reply- not quite sure if he believed it though, before he greeted everyone else sombrely, not quite in the mood for celebrations right then.
Fred? Fred? If you are truly up there and watching over us. Please. Please help Ange right now, be her Guardian Angel- and our son's too. We really need you right now. I need you!
"Right, start to push!" George heard one of the Healers exclaim, he quickly turned and ran back into the room- he ran over to Ange and held her hand again, and looking into her eyes and reassuring her as their baby was arriving into the world.
"One last…" the Healer said as cries were heard. "Here he is!" she said happily, before going to clean and swaddle up the baby whilst George cried with relief that his son was okay.
The Healers quickly made sure that Ange was stable and okay- "She's crashing…" one of them said, as George was ushered out of the way. "NOOO!" he screamed as he began to shake uncontrollably with devastation as he saw his Angel just lying there, looking as though the life had already gone from her- it broke his heart and made him feel sick.
He watched them work on Ange with bated breath and slowly he saw the Healers relax and move back slightly when they were convinced that she was once again okay. She soon stirred and looked around- "George…." She said croakily as he rushed back over to the bed and held onto her hand whilst he helped her sit back up again slightly.
"Mrs Weasley, we believe that you are stable again for now- which is a very good sign!" one of the Healers said as Ange nodded tiredly , still feeling truly awful and grasped onto George's hand again tightly.
The Healers soon cleared out from the room as their son was bought towards him- Ange could tell already that he had a shock of ginger hair which made her smile. He was placed carefully into her arms- and she instantly started to cry with happiness over the sight of her perfectly healthy son. He whimpered slightly, but lay perfectly happily in her arms. George sat up on the bed and put his arm around Ange as they stared at their son in amazement.
"He's a handsome little fellow" George said proudly as he kissed Ange's cheek deeply in relief. "He really is!" she whispered as she let her finger trail his tiny cheek.
Thank you, Fred- if it was you that saved her then. Thank you so much, bro. Look at him, just look at my son. He's gorgeous- he's safe, and happy by the looks of things. Hopefully he'll be quieter than his sister was at first. Please, please keep watching over them, Fred. I miss you still, I wish you could be here right now- I wish you could come and hold your nephew.
"Ange, you are sure about the name, right? I mean… I don't want to… I don't want you to…" George said unsurely before Ange adjusted the baby in her arms and turned to look at him slightly. "George- I couldn't be more sure or happier about the name. It's… its good- hopefully he'll be as brave as his namesake" she said quietly as George put out a finger for his son to hold, which he did! George laughed and tried to wriggle his finger from his tiny son's hand- "Boy, he's got a good grip on him!" he said, as Ange laughed. George looked at her again and smiled- "Well, that's it then." He said before looking at his son.
"Fred, welcome to the world son and welcome into our family" he said to the baby before he leant over and kissed his head softly. "He looks like you Ange" he said softly, taking in his son's complexion which was so near to Ange's, and his nose and lips. But his eyes were George's- that was for sure as soon as he eventually opened them.
Ange soon fell asleep and so George took Fred from her arms and whispered to him as he carried him towards the little cot in the room- "Right, ready to meet your family, Freddie?" he asked his son as he placed him down carefully and went over to the door, quietly ushering his Mum and Dad into the room.