Family of Four

6 - Just Like Their Father

Summary: It's no doubt that the twins take after their father.

Warning/s: Mentions of food, late night cravings.

"Fred! Fred! Come quick!" I called excitedly from my spot on the living room couch.

"What? What is it?" Fred asked, frantically running from the kitchen.

I smiled, "One of the twins just kicked."

Ever since the first day I started feeling the twins' kicks, Fred has wanted to feel them too. But either the twins were a huge tease just like their father or they were just as stubborn.

Fred knelt by my side, placing his hand eagerly on my stomach as one of the twins kicked again.

He smiled widely as he felt it again. "It looks like they're having a little party in there." He joked.

I laughed, "Yeah, makes it hard to fall asleep sometimes. They're just like you, unpredictable."

"At least there's no doubt that I'm the father." He said with a small wink as flicked him on the forehead.

He chuckled, "What? I was only joking."

I rolled my eyes at him, "Whatever."

"Hey princess, don't go sarcastic on me now."

"In my defense, you started it."

We then heard a quick knock, Fred headed over and opened the door as Ron and Hermione came in.

"Hello Y/N!" Hermione greeted as she pulled me into a tight hug, "Sorry, it took us so long to visit. Things have been quite busy at the ministry lately."

I chuckled, "No need to apologize Hermione. It's perfectly fine."

She smiled taking a seat as Fred and Ron started discussing about Quidditch.

"So, how's the twins? I heard that you've got one of each." She said.

I subconsciously placed a hand on my stomach, "They're doing okay, they have been quite active lately. And yes, we are having one of each."

Hermione perked up at my confirmation, "That's wonderful. Have you thought of any names yet?"

I hummed, "For the boy, we'll definitely be naming him after George. But for the girl, we still have no idea yet."

"I'm sure you'll think of something."

Being eight months pregnant wasn't that hard, but it also wasn't the easiest.

I experienced nausea from time to time, similar to the ones I experienced during my first trimester.

"Want to watch a movie?" Fred asked, taking a seat next to me.

I shrugged, "Sure. What are we going to watch?"

Fred chuckled, "You're the movie expert. You tell me."

I thought about it for a moment, "The Holiday is a nice movie."

Fred turned on the tv, "The Holiday it is."

In the middle of the movie, I accidentally fell asleep on Fred's shoulder.

(Fred's POV)

I had been so absorbed in the movie that I never realized that my wife had already fallen asleep until the end.

"See I told you they- "I stopped abruptly when I saw her.

I kept still, not wanting to wake her up. She looked so peaceful, still beautiful, even in her sleep.