The Years Between || G.W

2007- George's POV

***A/N*** Hey guys! This is a small little filler chapter before some bigger things happen but still totally adorable. I'll be back as soon as I can with a *long* chapter *wink, wink* see you then! xx

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"So how long is she staying?" I ask Violet as I help her get ready for tonight.

It's Freddie's second birthday and we're having the entire Weasley gang over to our place rather than going over to the Burrow.

"Dunno," Violet says to me, "As long as she needs."

"Has she heard from Travis at all?"

"Dunno, but if she did she'd better tell me so I can go over there and cut his fingers off."

I look at my wife with a proud smile on my face, "You're ruthless."

"He kicked out his pregnant wife and by the sounds of it was close to hitting her," Violet says as she pours flour into the bowl she's making the cake in, "He's lucky I don't go over there right now and carve out his eyes and shove them down his throat."

"The Blacks have such a way with words," I laugh and she shoots me a look, "It's true!"

She shakes her head and starts to fold the flour into the batter with a wooden spoon, "Merlin George I don't know what I'm going to do. I haven't been this mad in so long."

"Go scream," I say to her.

"Scream?"

"That's what I did when she first told us everything. After you fell asleep I went up to the roof and screamed as loud as I could."

"That's what that noise was?" She smiles, "I thought someone was dying."

"You thought someone was dying and you didn't go out and investigate?"

She laughs, "Listen, whatever happens past one in the morning is between that person and Merlin. I'm not getting involved."

"Harsh,"

"I need my beauty sleep."

"Well careful now, get any more beauty sleep and you'll have the entire alley in love with you."

She looks at me out of the corner of her eye and smirks, "You're telling me that I haven't got the entire alley already wrapped around my finger?"

"You do, but as your husband, I'd rather not think about all the shop owners that have wet dreams about you every night."

"And you've made it gross."

I lean over to her and press my lips against her temple, "Don't worry darling, I'm one of them."

She snorts and we both burst out into laughter.

"What's so funny?" Emma asks as she walks into our kitchen. She's got Freddie sitting on her hip and he's just staring at her with big eyes.

"He's talking about," Violet looks at our son, "W – E – T D – R – E – A – M – S," she spells out.

"It's not like he's got any clue what that is Violet," I say to her as Emma passes me my son, "Eh Fred? You haven't got a clue what a wet dream is, have you?"

Freddie shakes his head, "No Daddy. Can I has cookie?"

"Mumma's making you a cake for tonight," I say to him.