intriguing (fred weasley x fem! reader)

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Just the Four of Us

*TW: MENTIONS OF SEX & EXHIBITIONISM/UNPROTECTED SEX/BREEDING KINK/ORAL (F RECEIVING)/BRIEF DADDY KINK/SQUIRTING/CUM PLAY*

*Y/N's POV*

   And just like that, another year had gone by. Granted this one might not have been as eventful as the one from two years before but it certainly had its own set of challenges. All of these new challenges mainly stemmed from the two rambunctious one-year-olds Fred and I now had. Some things were easy like getting them to eat solid foods and potty training, which was a huge relief for everybody. And some things were a bit more frustrating like getting them to sleep in their nursery alone or the concept of sharing toys as well as Fred and I's attention. But I don't think we'd trade it for anything else. 

   "George Flynn! Don't you dare touch those Acid Pops!" My husband called after our toddling son as he used his highchair to get onto the counter. 

   "Faith, darling please sit still so Mummy can do your hair," I tried to get our daughter to sit still on the counter while I attempted to tame her head of burgundy curls. 

    She squealed as I combed out a knot, "Ouchie Mummy!"

   "Well, if you sit still then it won't hurt," I spoke, "The quicker you sit still, the quicker we'll be done with all of this." 

   "Fine," she huffed, settling herself. 

   I finished off the two pigtails, tying the ribbons into each, "There, all done." I kissed the top of her head, "Now," I took her off the counter, her legs wobbling a bit, "Let's get you into the birthday dress Grandma Molly made." 

   "Okay, Mummy," Faith agreed, taking my hand as we toddled over to their bedroom.

   "Fred, I hope you don't forget to put him in some trousers please," I chuckled as I saw Fred struggling to get our son into his casual button-up. 

    Fred struggled as our son continued to wriggle around, "He's refuses to cooperate with me."

   "Move aside," I took his place, "Now Georgie, be a good boy for Mummy." 

   "Okay, Mummy," Georgie was quick to comply as I easily finished off the buttons of his shirt. 

   "Why is it that they only listen to you?" Fred scoffed, "I even tried to bribe him with candy and still, nothing."

   I rolled my eyes, "Just get his trousers on so we can get going. We can't be late for our own kids' first birthday party." 

   We finished getting the twins dressed before getting into the fireplace. Each of us carried one of the twins as Fred threw the Floo into the logs below, calling out for the Burrow. 

   Fred's parents greeted us first, "There are the birthday kids," Molly smiled, she and Arthur each taking a twin. 

   Arthur grinned as he bounced Georgie, "Happy birthday kids."

   "Grandma!" Faith squealed as she threw her arms around Molly's neck. 

   "Are those my niece and nephew I hear?" George crept playfully into the kitchen, snatching Georgie from Arthur. 

  "Uncle Georgie!" Georgie babbled as George played with him.

   "Georgie, look at how big you've gotten," George chuckled, "Someone's already getting his Beater's build." 

   "How about we let him get all his teeth before we plan how he'll lose a couple, right, Uncle Georgie?" I chuckled. 

   Fred smirked as he threw his arm around me, "No shame in losing a few baby teeth."