Weasley Twin Imagines

Morning Moments // G.W. [blurb]

Out of the twenty-four hours of a single day in the Burrow, less than eight of those hours were spent in silence. The Burrow was a loud place; a warm place – a home that exuded light and acceptance, and the aroma of home cooked food.

Having arrived late last night, George and yourself were immediately enveloped with warm hugs, hot food, and separate bedrooms. It had been a whirlwind of activity, and now, sitting in the Weasley's living room, you felt somewhat calmer than you had last night.

George's jumper is far too long for your arms, but you appreciate the extra warmth it provides as you sneak out the backdoor to Molly's beloved garden. You gasp quietly as the breath is stolen from your lungs due to the temperature of the morning, but the sight of the sun peeking over the horizon fills you with confidence that the day would turn out to be a pleasantly warm one.

Tugging George's jumper over your hands, you take a seat on the crooked, wooden bench nearby Molly's vegetable garden. The wood is slightly damp, but you cannot bring yourself to care as you inhale the crisp, fresh air and let yourself simply be. The tension leaves your shoulders slowly, letting them sink to their natural place rather than have them up by your ears.

George had known what he was doing when he pushed for a weekend at home. He had seen the stress written on your face; felt the tension in your muscles and made the choice for you. Your chest warms at the thought of him. His love for you exuded from his every pore; your love for him shone in your smile and in your eyes.

There would be no-one else; he was it – your present, your future, your eternity.

You're so deep in thoughts of the man you so truly adore that you do not hear him approach. The damp grass muffling his footsteps as he made his way towards you.

"There you are," George murmurs quietly, leaning down to kiss you soundly despite the morning breath. "I tried your room but found it empty."

"I couldn't sleep," You explain with a soft smile, reaching up to kiss him once more. When you pull away, you note the concern written across George's face. With a quick kiss, you rush away any concern. "I've grown too used to sleeping with you beside me. I can't sleep properly without you there."

"I found the same thing," George quietly confesses. "I'll sneak in tonight, and we'll both be better for it."

A shock of laughter leaves your lips; the sound music to George's ears as he grins down at you. "Come," You beckon; the word nothing more than a white puff of breath in the fresh morning air. "Join me."

"Always." George answers, sitting himself beside you on the garden bench, letting the cold morning air seep into his bones and invigorate his soul. With every breath he takes, he feels more awake. With every glance at you, he feels much more in love with you than the previous minute.

A decision is made in less than a minute; a decision that he knows he could never regret in a lifetime.

"Marry me," George whispers into the morning light; the words rising into the air with the rising sun. "Marry me and always be mine."

"Funny," You murmur, turning to face George with a breathtaking smile on your face, focusing all your attention on him. "I was going to ask you the same thing."