weasley twins one shots

baby makes three // fred weasley

Summary: Telling Fred you're pregnant.

Warnings: brief mentions of sex

Word Count: 1.6k (short n sweet)

A/N: this wasn't requested but i was in the mood for some dad fred content so here we are! (shoutout to the discord group for putting these ideas in my head, y'all know who you are.)

original link: https://harrysweasleys.tumblr.com/post/623094970139688960/summary-telling-fred-youre-pregnant-warnings

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You paced around the apartment, the red sun rays pouring through the open windows, the fresh autumn breeze rolling through and brushing up against your warm skin.

For a day so beautiful, you felt like a complete storm was raging inside of your body. Nerves were bundling in your stomach and your mind was off in a whirlwind — the only thing keeping you tethered to reality was the sound of the beeping cars outside and the fact that you could now hear Fred jingling with the keys outside the apartment door.

You stopped your pacing, staring wide-eyed at the door. Eventually, it swung open, and a very flustered looking Fred stood on the other side, holding two large bags of groceries that he had so kindly picked up after working all day, along with his keys and a few boxes he had brought home from the shop/

"Hey, Freddie," you smiled, brushing away your nerves and rushing over to help him, carrying the bags into the kitchen and placing them quietly on the counter, "How was your day?"

"Awful," he groaned, placing the boxes down as well, "Had some rubbish clients."

He turned to face you, taking off his jacket and tossing it onto the counter next to the boxes, not caring that he nearly knocked over a full glass of water, "Best part of my day is seein' you, though."

He approached you slowly, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a light kiss to your lips, his smile evident as he pulled away.

"Well, at least you're done with work," you pressed a quick kiss to his nose, pulling away and letting your mind wander off once more to how the hell you were going to tell him the news.

He had seemed so exhausted already, his eyes were dull and the bags underneath them were darker than they had been that morning before he left. The day had clearly drained him, the last thing you wanted was to make it even worse.

"You alright, love?" he asked quietly, beginning to unpack some of the groceries into the fridge.

You turned to face him, not even noticing you were in the process of biting your nails — nervous habit, a dead giveaway.

"Hm? Oh, me? Yeah, 'm fine, fine," you nodded forcefully, turning away from him and letting out a deep sigh. You faced the window, which was no longer shining with red light as the sun had gone down.

Fred didn't believe you. But you didn't blame him, you weren't hiding your nerves very well. He dropped what he was doing and walked over to you, eyebrows furrowed and his face etched with concern.

"I think someone might be lying to me," he stopped in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and gazing into your eyes, "Be honest w'me. What's wrong?"

You sighed, leaning into his touch and resting your forehead against his chest. In times like this, you were thankful he was so bloody tall so you could just use him to hide.

"Stop hiding, what's wrong? You're staring to worry me, darling," he chuckled slightly, pulling away from you and placing his fingers under your chin, lifting your head to face his. Although tired, his eyes were laced with concern.