𝙿𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 - 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦 | ✔︎

Chapter 65

The snow soon melted, revealing the buds of new flowers, and the chirp of new birds, continuing on the cycle of their lives. Natasha and Fred lived happily together alongside their flatmates, and were overjoyed with Oliver being around, having missed him after he graduated.

The idea of moving out had also floated across their minds, as they both knew sooner or later, they wanted to have a child. Perhaps not during the war, but it was going to be eventual, and as fun as a joke shop was, raising a child amongst six adults was not something Natasha or Fred wanted.

They wished for a cottage in the countryside, near the old Potter mansion, or even by the Burrow, close enough for their children to visit Molly and Arthur, but far away enough from the city to live in peace.

So, they had started searching different plots of land, not concerned with price as Natasha had an entire inheritance from her uncle, and the shop's business was that successful that Fred was comfortable with his money for once.

Remus and Tonks had moved into his cottage permanently, which was only a few lots down from the old Potter mansion. The Potter house was still technically in James' name, so Harry would inherit it once he came of age, which was only a few months away.

Natasha had recommended it as an emergency safe house, and Harry had agreed, after finding the deed in his vault. Sirius was the temporary owner, so Natasha, Angelina and Aurelia had set to work restoring it, thankful that all the furniture was still inside.

Currently however, the spirit inside the flat above the joke shop was as lively as ever, as January, February and March stormed by peacefully, bringing only new customers and the abandoning of winter garments.

Natasha was still stationed as an Auror in Diagon Alley, but because Adrian was in hiding, Remus had become her new partner, walking the streets with her each weekend, sometimes bringing Sirius along just to scare people.

It was clear he was happier now that he and Nymphadora were married; he smiled as he greeted Natasha and always had a story to tell. They normally through the main alley before heading off to the smaller ones, and today was no different, though Natasha had been feeling off all week.

She made no time to relay her ill feeling to Remus, putting it off to the broth George had made last week. But even as she tried to pour her morning tea this morning, she had retched at the smell of Angelina's coffee next to it, having to hastily move away.

"So, how is life going with Fred and your friends?" Remus asked cheerfully, waving to an ex-student of his who was busy packing up some plates from her café.

"It's actually wonderful. Adrian and Oliver make lunch most days, whilst George and I do dinner and Fred does breakfast. Angelina has been keeping our cupboards full of food, just in case, well, you know..." she trailed off with a look, and Remus nodded.

"Dora's done the same. Both our home and her parents as well as my father's. Stocked to the top with muggle goods that never perish," he rambled on, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

"I'm sure we'll find a way to make it a competition, though I must warn you, I live with four fully grown men, with appetites that could beat a giant," Natasha laughed, just as her stomach lurched and she doubled over, throwing up her breakfast.

Thankfully, the street was relatively empty as she retched once again, and Remus quickly cleaned it up, rubbing Natasha's back with a worried glance. "Tasha is everything alright?" he asked concerned.

Natasha heaved before standing up, trying to smile. "I've just been feeling off for a little bit. Couldn't even bear the smell of Angelina's coffee, but I think it's just food poisoning."

Remus stroked his chin in thought, before pausing. "Oh, I really hope I'm not right," he muttered.

"What do you mean Uncle Moony?" Natasha wondered out loud in disbelief, and Remus gave her an odd look before wringing his hands.

"Natasha. Is there, by any chance, a possibility that you could be, well, pregnant?"

Remus looked down uncomfortably as Natasha's mouth widened.

"Fuck."

~.~

"So, you actually think you might be pregnant?" Angelina asked, as Natasha paced in her hospital room at St Mungo's. Remus had brought her here after Natasha had asked, and Angelina had arrived just minutes before, staying by her side.

"Well, it's not like Fred and I weren't, you know..." Natasha trailed off. Angelina laughed, lightening the mood, as a healer walked in, her face one of happiness.

"Well, it's confirmed. You are indeed pregnant ma'am, approximately three weeks along. Congratulations," she said warmly, as Natasha gulped.

She really had a human inside of her now.

Right at the beginning of a war.

"Thank you," Angelina said quietly, and the healer left, leaving Angelina to bring Natasha into her arms. "You know you have to tell Fred, right?"

Natasha nodded and put her head into her hands. "We should've been more careful. God, the world's becoming so dangerous, and now Fred and I have another person to worry over."

"I know Nat. But you know what, this child has so many people that will lay down their lives for them, and Aunty Angelina will always keep them safe," she cooed, smiling in a comforting manner towards Nat.

"I love you Angel, thank you for being there for me," Natasha said, and Angelina pulled her in close, wrapping her arm around Natasha's neck.

"Babe I'm your girl, whenever you need me. Now, let's get you and little beano home, prop your feet up, and have a proper girl's day," Angelina said with a smile, and the two women apparated back to the flat, smiles wide on their faces.

George and Fred were downstairs working, whilst Oliver was training, and Adrian was sleeping in his bedroom. Angelina changed into what she referred to as her 'lazy day outfit', which consisted of one of George's quidditch jumpers, some sweatpants, and some knitted socks Molly had given her for Christmas.

Natasha smiled at her, as her best friend continued to set up their flat for a girl's day. She hadn't revealed it to anyone yet, but she knew that Angelina was going to be the godmother of her first child, no matter what anyone said.

Angelina deserved it.

More than anyone Natasha knew.