"Easy, Vic," George said as he slid little Freddy into her arms.

"I will be, Uncle George," she huffed. She was almost an exact replica of her mother with her silvery blonde hair that had not a strand out of place and her deep blue eyes. The only thing that seemed to remotely belong to Bill was the little girl's smile, which rarely made an appearance due to her serious nature. The little boy next to her flicked his hair to brown as he concentrated on the baby in Victoire's arms. Today his nose was covered in freckles and his eyes were almost as blue as Victoire's. George wondered how Andromeda kept up with him in a crowd.

"How're you holding up?" Angelina asked as she walked past the couch and into Bill and Fleur's little kitchen. His oldest brother and his wife had taken off for an extended weekend to France so Fleur's parents could visit with Louis, who was just over a year old now. Almost every time Fleur and Bill went to France, George was asked to babysit their house. At first, it had been because the Shell Cottage seemed like a safe place for him to just feel after the war, the cacophony of the waves hitting the beach like a balm to his soul. Then he'd reconnected with Angelina, and his brother was nothing if not clever. Whenever he'd ask George to housesit, he'd make sure to mention that Angelina was welcome to pop over or even stay with him if she wanted. Now though, Bill and Fleur were just off to visit her parents, no ulterior motive behind it. Victoire, however, had other plans.

She told her parents she simply wasn't going. She didn't throw a fit or try to fight them. Instead, she made a very good argument as to why she should stay behind in Britain, one of the main reasons being she had a playdate with Teddy that weekend. She also mentioned that she could help her Aunt Angelina and Uncle George take care of their new baby since they must be exhausted all the time. Bill and Fleur were never able to reason with her; instead, asking George and Angelina if they minded. And George hadn't, until he realized that both of the kids would want to play with Freddy, who was barely two months old.

"I'm alright," George said, biting his lip.

Angelina had been in the shower for the last thirty minutes in the shower, and George swore it had been the longest thirty minutes of his life.

"You guys want a snack?" Angelina called from the kitchen.

"Teddy, go tell her that I do, and I'd like apples, please," Victoire said. "I don't want to disturb the baby."

Teddy blinked twice and his hair turned back to his usual blue. Then he hopped off the couch, racing into the the kitchen.

"He's awfully small," Victoire said, glancing up at George.

George snorted. "Angelina wouldn't agree with you."

Victoire scrunched up her nose in confusion.

"I mean, he's not that small for his age. He's actually average."

"Maybe I didn't know babies were supposed to be this small," she said, turning her attention back to Freddy.

He doubted she knew very much at all about babies. She'd barely been four when Louis was born.

"Your apples are in the kitchen, Vic," Angelina said from the doorway. "You better hurry before Teddy eats them all."

Victoire huffed before gently handing Freddy back to George. Then she was sprinting into the kitchen to claim her apples. While Angelina slipped around the five-year-old and headed into the living room, George adjusted the baby in his arms. Angelina sat down next to him, damp hair curling up.

"You don't have to hover over them all the time, you know," she said. There was a mischievous tilt to her words that made him bristle slightly.

"I wasn't hovering," he sniffed. "And they could drop him."

Angelina rolled her eyes. "I think you're being a little dramatic."

"I am not dramatic," George said haughtily.

His comment had the desired effect because Angelina throw her head back and laughed. That was a sound he'd never get tired of. Grinning, George snuggled Freddy closer as he made an annoyed sound at having such a loud noise come out of no where.

When she'd calmed down, Angelina turned her attention back to him. "Seriously though, he's stronger than you think."

"I know," George said stroking the baby's face.

"Before we know it, he'll be having playdates of his own," Angelina said.

"Causing mayhem."

"Scaring your mother half to death."

George grinned at her.

Mirth was shining in Angelina's eyes as she rested her elbow on the back of the blue couch, her head propped up in her hand. She was the picture of perfection with her curled hair, wide smile, and old Quidditch jersey. Every day, George woke up proud to call her his wife.

Freddy whined, clearly not taking well to being outshone by his mother.

"It's alright, little bit," George said.

Angelina shook her head. "I love you."

"Momma's trying to steal all of my attention from you, isn't she?" he said, crooked grin in place. "Won't work this time."

Angelina poked George's ribs with her foot, tongue pressed into her check. Because she was sitting so close, the smell of vanilla started to fill George's nose, probably due to the shampoo she used. George loved that smell.

"You're terrible."

"And calling names when she doesn't get her way. Quite harsh of her."

"George Weasley!"

"Alright, I'm back," Victoire said, marching into the room. Teddy was close on her heels. Quickly, she climbed up next to Angelina and turned those piercing eyes on her. "Can I hold him again? I think I'll be used to his size now."

Angelina looked at George.

"Here," George said, gently setting Freddy in her arms once again. "He's a bit fussy."

"I want to hold him," Teddy pipped up, climbing up next to Vic.

"Teddy, you have to wait your turn," Victoire said. "It's only fair. And my turn was interrupted by snack time."

George leaned over to whisper to Angelina, "Makes you want ten more, doesn't it?"

Angelina's eyes went wide in horror.

"I love you, Ange," he laughed.