𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞⁽ʰᵃʳʳʸᵖᵒᵗᵗᵉʳ ˣ ᵒᶜ⁾

- 32 -

"How the fuck are we going to tell Ashlynn?" Nora questioned when Dr. Bailey walked away.

Twins. Two. Double. There is going to be two babies. And they are both Ashlynn's. And they are both Harry's.

"I - I don't know." Harry stuttered as he looked down at his feet. His mind was swirling that a headache was beginning to form. "I need to sit down."

"I'll tell her." George confirmed. Nora and Harry looked at him with a small glance. "I'm her brother. If Harry is the one to tell her, she might feel even worse knowing that they are his kids aw well. And, surely, you shouldn't have worry about this, Nora. You already have a lot on your plate, we shouldn't keep stuffing you full." 

Nora shrugged and played with the hair on Fred Jr.'s head. They eventually switched him over when George's legs couldn't stop bouncing up and down. "I don't mind. It's Ashlynn we're talking about."

"Exactly, meaning George should go tell her now." Harry finalized, looking up from his seat on the chair. "We shouldn't keep talking about this without her. You should go in, George."

George looked from Harry to Nora to see if she was on the same page as well. She shrugged. "I think Harry's right. Plus, she's probably a little groggy with the medication she is under and a lot calmer she is right now then she'll ever be. Your best shot at telling her without her going to cardiac arrest is right now."

George nodded his head as nerves began to settle in the marrow of his bones. He exhaled a shaky breath and shook his body to hopefully release some pent up tension. It didn't really help. "Alright." 

Harry and Nora wished him good luck as he approached the door step by step. He gripped the door handle and lightly pushed the door open, a small squeak following after his entrance. Ashlynn was laying peacefully in her bed. Her attention was looking out the window on the opposite side of the room George was on with her hands resting on her stomach. Her head to turned towards George and the gloomy look on her face was replaced with one filled with nerves. 

"George, what happened to me?" She tried to sit up, pushing her self up before George ran to her and lowered her back into bed. Her eyes desperately tried to connect with his, but he was making every attempt to not look at her. "Oh my merlin." She whispered. Her hand covered her mouth as she thought the worse possible thing. "No...no, don't tell me I lost -"

"No!" George interjected hastily. Ashlynn exhaled a deep breath and laid back in bed with one hand on her chest and the other on her bump. 

"You almost gave me a heart attack, Georgie. You can't do that." She scolded lightly Her breathing was irregular as she tried to take in as many deep breaths as she could. 

Nodding his head in agreement, he pulled his sister's blanket up her chest. "I know, I know. I'm sorry." 

Ashlynn looked at him again, some fear and panic returning to her eyes once more. "So...what's the verdict."

George's throat clogged close as he didn't really think of how to tell his sister about her news. He knew he couldn't be straight up about it, there was no way he could physically do that to her. The plan was to ease into it, but how do you do that? Instead, he decided to dodge the inevitable until it was really demanded of him to tell her. 

"Dr. Bailey said that the amount of stress you are putting on yourself if affecting your health, which is indirectly - but also directly - harming the..." Twins. He was going to slip, but he caught himself at the last second. "stuff you are cooking up in your tum. You have to be more careful, Ashlynn." 

Ashlynn groaned, clearly not catching his small slip up. "I know I should, I really do. But, it's difficult doing that when you're living my lifestyle. It's not easy being me, you know."