❝ a darkness that holds me,
and loves when I bleed,
it locks all the doors and then hides all the keys,
wish someone had told me what I couldn't see,
a glimmer of hope that was staring at me ❞
fred weasley x fem!oc
golden trio era
rewr...
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MORE OFTEN THAN NOT, it seemed, that Ted Tonks was correct. His words of experience on overbearing mothers forgetting about arguments and becoming complete mush at the announcement of a new baby was more than just accurate. Molly Weasley, much to Fred's brooding disappointment, was immediately switching out her usual temperament towards Rebecca for a chirpy, bubbly, and airy personality, all due to the fact that the young witch carried one of her grandchildren. It was a nice change of pace, sure, having his mother actually seem to be the once caring person she once was, but he knew better than to let everything slide as if it never had happened.
Though, what was most amusing about the whole ordeal, in Fred's opinion anyways, was that no matter how hard Molly had tried to coddle the expecting witch – the Ravenclaw would simply avoid it at all costs. Rebecca rather sought refuge and advice with either of her aunts; not that Narcissa nor Andromeda minded it. For the next few days, after the events at The Burrow and after the repeated explanations that came from the three Weasley men on exactly what had happened to The Order; the family was to finally leave the Lupin household to join their Aunt Muriel at her home. Bill had also been notified, actively choosing to remain alongside Fleur in their own home.
Knowing they'd have to leave soon for their appointment, and that his dear fiancée was still sleeping, Fred was shuffling back into the dark room nearing 10am. He crawled back under the covers, sighing in content at the comfort. With a small shuffle from behind, a gentle hand snaking over the curve of her hip and settling itself beneath her shirt and splayed across the warm skin of her abdomen – Rebecca began to stir and murmured incoherently midst her sleep at the sudden, fluttering feeling from within. Fred watched her wiggle around to find a comfortable spot again, quietly, smiling dorkily into her shoulder when she finally gave up and her eyes began to flutter and squint at the peeking sunlight beaming across their bedroom.
"I didn't mean to wake you just yet," He uttered against her skin, offering a meek, sympathetic smile as she began to turn over, "but, good morning, anyways."
"Mornin'," She murmured in return, simply looping an arm over his torso as she scooted closer to snuggle further into his body heat, "have you been up long?"
"Not too long," Fred assured her softly, his thumb softly tracing a half moon shape into the edge of the slightly lifted curvature of her stomach, "I just didn't want you to wake up to an empty bed."
"Sap," Rebecca teased lowly into his chest, feeling it rumble with a laugh beneath her cheek.
"Says the one clinging to me like a Pygmy Puff right now," He taunted in return, grinning as she pulled back a bit to cast a narrowed look up at him, "admit it, love, you've grown far more sappy than I have."
