Weasley Twin Imagines

Decisions // F.W. [DRABBLE]

The Burrow has never known silence; even in sleep, there is noise.

The birth of nieces, nephews, grandchildren did nothing to lessen the volume within the house.

On a Sunday, every week, the entire family would apparate to the Burrow where they would eat, drink, and be merry. The afternoon would start loud, but the night would be louder. It was Weasley tradition to come home every Sunday where news could be announced, or stories and laughter can be shared with the ones you love.

You pause setting the table for Molly, watching Fred with all the children. If you and Fred were to have children, you would be the last in the family to do. Children were outnumbering the adults now, but it wouldn't be any other way.

It's an intoxicating sight; watching Fred play with his nieces and nephews, laughing as they demand more and more of his attention.

It hits you at once – the desire to have a family with him. It's like a wave crashing over you, knocking you off your feet, taking your breath with you.

You barely keep the grip on your plate; it almost sliding through your fingers as you weather the emotions taking over you.

Your marriage to Fred was still relatively new despite the relationship being almost a decade old; Hogwarts sweethearts, never to stray. Children were a given, but the timing of it was unknown – neither of you particularly bothered about planning such affairs.

But watching him let his family use him as a climbing frame has you wondering of your own children – would they look more like Fred or you? Would they have the famous Weasley hair? What colour would their eyes be? How would they feel about pranks?

Question after question flow through your mind; making it almost impossible to think about setting the table.

Fred catches your eye as he turns with his youngest niece in his arms. She's giggling away, but Fred has stopped spinning to focus on you.

It's a small movement but it changes everything. Fred quirks his eyebrow in question, that's all.

A simple question presented in a simple form. Shall we start trying?

And as nonchalantly you could be with the entire family standing around you, you nod. Yes, let's start trying.

It's a split second decision, but it's changed everything for you and Fred. With large smiles at the other, you return to setting the table and Fred gives his attention back to his niece.

Molly catches the look between Fred and (Y/N) – the smiles on their faces, the slight tilt of your head as you tried to nod stealthily. Molly continues to dish up the dinner but smiles to herself. She knows that there'll be another mouth to feed in another year or so.