Family of Four

5 - Fragile as Porcelain

Summary: Even when pregnant, Y/N can be a bit rebellious sometimes.

Warning/s: Mentions of slipping, Y/N being stubborn.

I leaned back on the couch, absorbed in the world of the book I was reading.

I was jolted back into reality when I heard a sound similar to glass breaking.

I got up from the couch, walking over to the kitchen to see Fred already repairing the glass with his wand.

“Woah, woah, woah.” He said when he saw me, rushing over to my side immediately, “Is there something wrong? Do you need anything?”

I shook my head, “Nope. I just heard the glass, figured I could’ve cleaned it up.”

He led to me the couch and made me sit down, “You should be resting princess. If you need anything, just go ahead and call me. I can manage.” He added the last part with a small wink.

I playfully rolled my eyes as he handed me the book I was reading earlier, “I’m not porcelain Freddie. I won’t break that easily.”

Ever since the start, Fred had been overprotective and clingy and it just got progressively “worse” as the months passed by.

I had already finished the book and like Fred, I also had a rebellious side. So, I looked around to see if he was anywhere in sight or earshot. Then I stood up and headed to the bookshelf.

Once I got a new book, I sneakily walked back to the couch. Only to slip on a small puddle of water, the book flying out of my grasp as I was able to hold on to the kitchen counter for balance.

“For Merlin’s sake Y/N, I told you to sit down rest.” Fred suddenly said, causing me to jump slightly.

“I’m fine Freddie, honestly.” I said, as Fred handed me the book.

“You’re not bloody fine, I told you to sit down and rest. Are you hurt? Did something fall on top of you? Did you slip?” He said, scooping me up bridal style as if I weighed nothing and plopping me down on the couch.

“I’m okay Fred, I’m not hurt. Nothing fell on top of me and I was about to slip, but I was able to hold on and maintain my balance. You don’t have to panic love. Besides, I am not as fragile as porcelain. I’m not going to break.” I tried to reason.

But Fred wasn’t buying any of it, “Yes, you’re not made of porcelain. But you’re currently seven months pregnant with our twins and that’s the same thing.”

“Now what’s all this about.” The familiar and motherly tone of Molly was heard.

Fred smiled, “Nothing much mum. Y/N just won’t listen and get some rest.”

I playfully rolled my eyes at him, “Molly, I’m completely fine. Your son is just overreacting.”

“Overreacting?” He asked, “You nearly slipped on the puddle of water a few minutes ago. And may I remind you, you’re pregnant with our twins. So, as your husband, it is my duty to protect and keep you and our children safe at all costs.”

I gave Molly a pleading look, “I’m telling you; he’s overreacting.”

Molly laughed at us, shaking her head slightly, “I don’t know what to do with the two of you.”

“Just tell her to stop being stubborn and let me take care of her.” Fred said with a small smile.

He ducked as I threw a pillow at him, “I’m not being stubborn. I’m just trying to say that I don’t need you doing everything.”

He chuckled, leaning forward and kissing my forehead, “I know. But I don’t want you, or the kids, getting hurt. The three of you are my top priority and always will be.”

“That’s what I find cute about the two of you.” Molly said, looking at us with a soft smile, “Your fights are playful, they’re never anything serious.”

“Was is it always in his nature?” I asked, “Being so protective and caring.”

Fred scoffed, “Oh come on darling, don’t pretend like you haven’t known me for the last decade.”

Molly thought about it for a moment, “Well, at young age he didn’t showcase it much. Sure, he would care and be protective over his younger siblings, especially Ginny, every now and then. But we only really saw that side of him, when you came along. Oh, I already lost count of how many times George told me he caught you two cuddling in the common room, fast asleep in each other’s arms.” She said, smiling fondly at the memory as Fred and I blushed.

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“I have a surprise to show you after the dinner.” Fred said out of the blue, causing me to look up from our meal.

“What is it?” I asked.

Fred laughed, “If I told you, then it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

I gave him a skeptical look, “This better not be a prank.”

He leaned forward and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear, “This is even better than that.”

“It better be.”

After dinner, he placed a blindfold over my eyes as he led me up the staircase of our flat.

“Where exactly are we going Freddie?” I asked as I walked around blindly, relying only on Fred to get to wherever we were going.

“Just trust me doll.” He said, the smile evident in his voice.

We then stopped in a room.

“You ready?” He whispered into my ear, placing a small kiss on my neck.

I nodded, “Yeah.”

He slowly removed the blindfold as my eyes adjusted to the light.

Right in front of me was a room with two cribs in it, the walls were painted a light shade of scarlet.

There was a chest of drawers on the left side of the room, a small framed picture of us placed on top of it.

It was a nursery for our twins.

“Do you like it?” He asked quietly, anticipating something out of my speechless reaction.

I blinked, trying to keep the tears at bay, “I love it.” I said, tackling Fred into a hug as he pulled me closer to his body.

“So, this is what you’ve been up to.” I said looking up at my wonderful husband, “I thought that George has been making you work overtime at the shop.”

He shook his head, running his fingers through my hair, “Nah. I’ve been working on this in my spare time. I did had a little help from George though.”

I stared at him lovingly, “Thank you Freddie, it’s beautiful.”

He kissed the top of my head, “Anything for you princess.”