intriguing (fred weasley x fem! reader)

Chapter Seventy: Over Tea

*Y/N's POV*

    Being told that you're expecting a baby in just a few months is overwhelming as is. But being told you're expecting a baby after coping with the false knowledge that there was a possibility you'd be infertile is even more mind-boggling. Was I grateful that I had received some of the best news of my life in the presence of the man I've loved for so many years? Of course, I was. But did that make me any less scared out of my fucking mind? Absolutely not. 

   "But what if something goes wrong during the birth itself and-" I had been rambling for the past couple of days about all the things that could go wrong with actually having a baby. 

   "Y/N, please," Fred cut me off, "You're just overthinking because you're overwhelmed. Everything is going to be fine, what could go wrong?" 

   At the deep inhale I took, Fred's face had already shown that asking that was a clear mistake, "What could wrong?!" I exploded, "Pretty much every little fucking thing, Fred! Within the pregnancy itself, then there's giving birth, and don't even get me started on just the newborn stresses." 

   "Darling," Fred sighed, trying to calm the atmosphere, "If you have so many doubts, questions, and concerns then why not talk to Mum about it? Or even Fleur? Mum had all seven of us, plus practically raising you, Harry, and Hermione. And Fleur's pregnant now. So, why not talk to them about it?" 

   "Because every pregnancy is different, Fred. And neither of them have to deal with the possible genetic stresses that my family so lovingly contributes," I explained. 

   "Like what?" Fred asks. 

   "Uh, I don't know. Maybe the homicidal maniac gene or the Pureblood supremacy one, do I need to continue?" 

   "Darling, both of those things have nothing to do with genetics and you know it. Because if they did, you would be the scariest person I'd ever met in my life," Fred dropped his voice, "Not that you aren't that already, especially right now." 

   "What was that?" I snapped. 

   "Nothing," Fred stiffened as he returned to adjusting his work tie. 

   I huffed as I plopped down onto the bed, "I'm just worried, alright? I don't mean to be so headstrong and aggressive like this, I'm sorry." 

   Fred stopped his actions, moving to sit next to me on the bed, "Sweetheart," he intertwined our hands, "You have nothing to apologize for. I get it, well not entirely because I'm not the one who's going to carry an entire human being inside of me," we both let out soft chuckles, "But I do get why you're feeling so anxious. Believe me, I'm a bloody wreck." 

   "You do a good job of not showing it," I smiled softly, before letting out a deep sigh, "Fred, what if...what if I'm a bad mother?" 

   "What?" Fred's brows furrowed, "Why would you say that?"

  "I mean, I never did have the best maternal figures for a huge majority of my life. Sure, my Aunt Narcissa tried but she's pretty much a compulsive liar who let her only child become a murderous blood supremacist after spoiling him rotten for his entire life. We don't even need to get started on my mother, if you can even call her that. Before I met your mum, I'd never seen, let alone experienced, what a mother was supposed to be like. Then I got to meet my Aunt Andromeda and I was absolutely envious of her and Tonks' relationship. Then Tonks had Teddy and the last time I saw her, I remember the way her eyes lit up when she talked about him. Now seeing how elated Fleur is now that she and Bill's baby is almost here. It's just," my breath quivered a bit, "What if I'm not like your mum, or Tonks, or Andromeda, or Fleur? What if I'm like Bellatrix and Narcissa? What if I-"