{Strawberry Tea} ✔️

Chapter 162

March 21st
Harry (18 weeks)
Atlas (1 year)
Asher, Ivy, and Iris (1 year)

Warning another chapter of Fred and George I was asked by a few people for this so here ya go. I will try to have another chapter out quickly so the people that don't like this have something to read. Sorry I was gone my sleep paralysis seems to be getting worse.

Fred's POV

I've been accustomed to waking up to the smallest noises ever since Asher came into our lives. So I sat up at once when I heard a small sneeze causing the boy on top of me to fall to the side with a groan. Asher sneezes again, and I hop out of bed stepping over to the cradle.
His adorable brown eyes stared back at me as he rubbed his nose. "You okay bubba'' I ask him, rubbing my thumb over his cheek. He yawns, letting his arm fall back onto his chest. Taking my hand back, I stretch my arms letting out my own yawn.
"Pumpkin, come cuddle with me" the annoying George whines. I looked over finding him propped up on his elbow waiting for me as he rubbed his eye. "Well are you going to make me wait" he yawns into his hand, as I roll my eyes. "After you so rudely woke me up," He continued.
I trudge over to him, sending the boy a glare. "You literally find a way to give me brain damage three days a week" I snap back at him jumping into bed. "That was so long ago" he shushes me as I turn the other way. "You hit me with the door yesterday" I complain.
He lets out a small huff scooting closer till I could feel his breath on my neck. "I'm sorry you got in the way of my grand entrance" George chuckles, his arms wrapping around my stomach. Pulling me closer to him his head lays on my neck and I place my hand over his.
"You were entering our bedroom you git" I chuckle as he nods "I had to please the people" he quickly jumps in as I shake my head. "So Asher?" I question him. He nods, lifting his head to kiss my neck. "You're being extra snarky today," he whispers.
I roll my eyes in return even though he can't see. "And you're being extra annoying today" I smirk while he scoffs. I turn around his arm still draped over my side. "Well hello, handsome'' he chuckles. "I want to make a remark, but we look like each other" I groan, placing my forehead on his.
"You're so desperate to insult me," he pouts. I nod my head slightly closing my eyes. He moves his head away, and his arm leaves my side. I try to hide my disappointment. Perking right back up when his fingers caress the side of my face occasionally playing with my hair.
"Aww you dont hate me" He chuckles making my eyes shoot open "You don't really think I hate you right?" I ask him, his hand stopping on my cheek. "Of course not, I was just kidding pumpkin," he smiles. "Ok" I mumble moving closer.
George opens his arms for me and I lay my head onto his chest wrapping my arm around his back. He sets his arm back down across my upper back massaging it, as I snuggle into him more. "Should we go into work today" George randomly asks making me groan at the mention of work. We have to do... paperwork. It's fun. I love my job, but paperwork... I just can't focus.
"Think about what you just asked me" I grumbled into his chest. He doesn't say anything for a minute. "I'm confused" he finally replies to me. "Next time we go in we said we had to do...." I cut myself off waiting for him to answer. It takes him another minute before he sucks in a deep breath "paperwork" he breathes tightening his grip.
"So in conclusion... were not going to work" I started, ending with George copying me.
"Glad we agreed," I tell him, moving away from his chest. "Kissy?" he asks and I nod leaning in to give him a quick peck. I pull away and he squints his eyes raising one eyebrow. "You look stupid," I tell him. He just shrugs his shoulders using his arm to pull me closer.
"I want another one" he continues whining. I stick my tongue out at him before saying "Okay Mr. Bossypants" he doesn't care, and purses his lips waiting. When I don't comply he sighs, and leans forward placing his lips against mine.
I smile into the kiss sitting up and leaning over him to keep it going. He chuckles a low chuckle which sends vibrations into my mouth. George pulls away, still chuckling. "And you didn't want to kiss me," he jokes. I don't say anything just staring at him with a bored expression.
He props himself up on his elbows using one arm to grab my head. George pulls me closer our lips smacking against each other. I was over him my arms on each side of his body keeping balance. The kiss was deep and passionate until we were both out of breath.
He leaned back catching his breath. I let him do so for a few moments, before connecting our lips again. He let out a surprised noise as it was a little random, and forceful. Licking his lip with my tongue. George complied, opening his mouth for me. We both fought for dominance. It was a struggle, but I won this time at least.
I explore his mouth, his hand moving to tug at my hair. Placing a hand on his chest I lean down further deepening the kiss. George attempts to take control again, fighting back with his tongue. I was in no mood for it so I brought my hand down to his leg tightly squeezing his upper thigh. He gasps in return, and I pull away giving him one last peck.
"Somebody's feisty t-today," George says out of breath as I flop onto my back. He moves over, laying his chin on my chest. "Wow you got kisses then you just dump me... it hurts pumpkin it really hurts" He dramatically cries placing a hand on his forehead.
"Yeah, you know what else hurts getting hit in the head with a pan at least once a week," I say sarcastically while messing with his hair. "Touché'' he replies scooting onto me more. Once he's close enough I give him another peck on the lips. Causing him to be content and lay on my chest resting his eyes again.
Not long after small gurgles come from the crib laying next to the bed. George's eyes shoot open, and he lifts himself off of me. Attempting to sit up I get pushed down when this idiot of a person crawls over me reaching his body over to the crib.
"Really?" I mumble, making him chuckle. Once his hand reaches the crib he drags the crib closer to the bed. "You're so lazy," I hiss at him, slapping his back. He ignores me reaching his arms into the squealing child's crib. Pulling Asher out he kisses him on the forehead. Asher goes quite a big smile on his face while kicking his feet back and forth.
I groan as George elbows me in the gut attempting to slide off of me with the child still in his hands. Laying down next to me he sits Asher in between us. The child sits up laying his back against my side. Wrapping my hand around his stomach, he giggles putting his tiny hands around my finger.
George turns on to his side raising his hand and poking the baby's stomach. Asher goes quiet, turning to look at me and then back at George. He leans forward tapping George's finger and giggles while struggling to sit back up. I help him the rest of the way, as his giggling continues. Asher squeezes onto my finger while George repeats the process, poking his stomach.
He starts giggling louder and louder. George continues poking him on his cheeks, all the way down to his feet. Once I noticed he was struggling to catch his breath I shot George a look to make sure he noticed. "Don't worry" he reassures me, scooting closer to Asher.
George puts his hand around the back of the boy's head to keep him in place and blows lightly on his face. Asher cringes back, shutting his eyes while George repeats this action until his breathing is steady again. Our little boy scrunches his nose up before opening his eyes.
The smile immediately returns to his face, and he lifts his arms over his head opening his mouth to let out a bunch of random happy noises. "You're such a happy baby," I say, giving him my hand back. "Ba" he cheers playing with my fingers.
"Yeah bubba?" we say. He looks back up opening his mouth "ba!" he squeals making us chuckle "baaa" George copies him. Asher squeezes my finger, his little body bouncing "ba!" he shouts back at George letting go of my fingers.
Asher reaches forward for his dad, who happily takes him laying back on his back. "Baaa," George whispers, bringing Asher close to his face.
"Ba!"