Being a parent is hard, really hard. But it was also the best thing in the world. For having kids, you always thought that you would be married and settled down in a relatively delightful house somewhere in the country, but that didn't happen.
It wasn't too long after the war when the night happened. You were at a pub having a few drinks trying to drown out the nightmares of the battle which still haunted you. Your visit to this pub wasn't uncommon; you spent a lot of your time there now. Taking another shot of whiskey, you slam the shot glass down on the bar when you hear a chuckle next to you. "Fancy see you here L/N". Turning, you see George Weasley looming over you. Rolling your eyes to shake your head.
"Can say the same for you to George Weasley. To what do I owe the pleasure" you ask. Sitting down on the stool next to you, George orders another round of whiskey shots.
"Oh, you know, a long day of work. Blown off some steam," he tells you. You'd send a nod his way of to understanding.
"Yeah, same here," taking another shot. George thanks the barman and takes a shot too.
"So what is it like being a nurse?" he asks you. You shrug your shoulders.
"It's a good job. I like it". It wasn't an exactly true statement. Doing your job still brought back the memories of the war.
"You're not saying that like you mean it". Chuckling you shake your head picking up a shot of whiskey.
"Yeah I guess you could say that I don't. I mean I just look at all of my patients and all I can think about is the faces of my patients in the war" you reveal to him while taking a shot of whiskey. He nods slowly not knowing what to say.
"You don't have to feel bad for me, I mean I chose to go into that line of work, it's not something that you need to worry about" you tell him. He nods at your understanding.
"Yeah okay. Why don't we forget about everything and just enjoy ourselves? '' he says, lifting his shot glass to you. With a smirk you lift yours as well and nod his way.
"To enjoy yourselves".
To say the least, you both had too much to drink and we went back to your flat doing it on every surface. You woke up the next morning on top of a very naked George.
"George..." shaking him trying to wake him up. "George come on you need to get up" you repeat getting off of him. He groans, putting his hands on his head.
"What happened?" he asks. You chuckle.
"We drank too much is what we did" you inform him, chucking him his clothes. He looks you up and down admiring your naked body.
"Hey eyes up George. Okay this happened. It was a one night thing. Okay". He nods at you before putting on his shirt.
"Yeah it was a good night". You smile at him awkwardly.
"Well I am going to go for a shower. You know where the door is. Ummm... thank you for last night. I had fun".
"I did too". Turning you leave.
After that night you thought that would be the last time that you and George Weasley would ever talk, from then on you would just smile at each other anytime you would walk past each other but that wasn't what happened. Instead 2 months later you were looking down at a positive pregnancy test. Of course this had to happen to you, it would only be you. You knew you had to tell him. I mean he was the father he had a right to know. So after you work you walk to his flat and knock. He opens the door and looks at you shocked.
"Y/N. What are you doing here" he asks, confused.
"Is this a bad time?" you ask. He shakes his head and moves so that you could go in. Stepping in you look at the small flat. It was a studio and enough for him.
