weasley twins one shots

trials and tribulations // fred weasley

Summary: hi i was wondering if you could make a one shot of fred where it is after the war and they have trouble with kids? thanks

Warnings: pregnancy and pregnancy symptoms? are those a warning? idkkkk

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: i don't know what kind of trouble you wanted so i kind of just... did a thing. hope this is okay! 🤍

original link: https://harrysweasleys.tumblr.com/post/626358435780460544/summary-hi-i-was-wondering-if-you-could-make-a

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For the third night in a row, you were quite rudely awaken by a loud scream from the bedroom next to you. Not that it bothered you too much — you were quite thrilled to finally have your baby — but at a time like this, sleep was rather precious and you wanted to get as much of it as you could.

"Fred," you groaned, letting your arm flop over to his side of the bed, "You awake?"

You felt your arm slap against his chest, but he didn't answer. His light snores could be heard through the breaks in your baby's cries. Fred had always been a heavy sleeper, and you hadn't minded up until now. When there were actual responsibilities to be tended to, you wish he'd wake up.

"Fine, I'll do it myself," you muttered to no one in particular, throwing the blanket off of you and stepping onto the cold hardwood floor. You placed a hand on your swelled stomach, nausea overcoming you as soon as you stood up and your feet hit the ground.

You had to shut your mouth to avoid being sick, slowly walking to your screaming baby's room. The halls were dark despite the early morning sunshine as you slowly trudged into your daughter's room.

The pink walls were lit with golden steaks of sun, the small clouds and birds that were painted on seemed to stand out even more. The room would have looked rather peaceful, really, if it weren't for the eight month old screaming bloody murder.

"Hey, darling," you cooed, your voice sounding exhasperated and your dizziness not fading in the least, "What's wrong?"

You scooped her tiny body up into your arms, rocking her back and forth slowly. She continued to cry as you checked her diaper — clean. You thought she might be hungry so you lifted your shirt to see if maybe she wanted anything. But that seemed to be a no-no, so you placed your hand on her forehead — she didn't seem warm, nor did she seem too cold.

You couldn't figure out what was wrong, and the constant crying didn't help.

"Fred!" you shouted, continuously rocking her in your arms, "Come help, please!"

You walked to the rocking chair in the corner of the room, seating yourself and placing a hand to your forehead. You were beginning to overheat, the morning sickness of your current pregnancy being the least helpful thing at the moment.

You sighed in relief as Fred's groggy head popped into the room, his hair sticking up on end and his eyes nearly shut from being practically half asleep, "Yeah?" His left cheek had pillow markings on it and you would have found it cute and amusing if you weren't currently feeling like death on a silver platter.

"Can you come take care of Alison?" you stood up, walking over to him and placing the crying baby into his arms, "I need to go throw up."

Fred gave his daughter a smile, turning back up to you, "Course. Sorry I didn't wake up. I didn't hear her."

You nodded and left the room, walking as quickly as you could to the bathroom without throwing up. Why you and Fred decided to have another kid right away, you had no idea. But it was quite possibly one of the least clever decisions you guys had ever made.