Songbird ; Fred Weasley

Forty-one

My bed was probably the most comfortable in the entire world.

I could lay here for hours, the sunlight shining through the window, and Fred's body laying next to me.

I loved feeling his presence right there, his heavy arm wrapped over my back while I laid on my stomach.

I could feel his warm breath against my shoulder, his hair tickling my skin.

I turned my head to the opposite side so that I faced him. My lips touched his forehead, and I pressed a kiss to his skin.

He hummed softly in his sleep and moved closer to me, resting his forehead against my shoulder.

His legs tangled with mine, and he tightened his arm around me.

"I love you." I whispered into his hair, enjoying his scent.

A sleepy smile spread on his face, and he tilted his head back to look up at me, but his eyes stayed close.

"Why are you so tired?" I laughed softly. "We've slept for ten hours."

"Exactly why I'm so tired." His voice was both raspy and hoarse. "But I've slept amazing. Your bed is comfortable."

"Oh, I know." I chuckled, managing to roll onto my back, Fred's arm staying hooked over my body, and one of his legs mangled with mine.

"I have to piss." He whispered before forcing himself off me. He slid off the bed and as he stood up, he stretched, the muscles in his back flexing.

I bit down on my lip, folding my arms behind my head as I watched him.

He yawned, slowly making his way into the bathroom.

Once he shut the door, I decided to check my glucose levels, and they were normal.

Thank god.

I had been really good at managing my diabetes since I found out I was pregnant.

I sat up in bed as I ran both hands through my hair, sighing.

"I'm sorry if you get diabetes." I told the unborn baby in my stomach. "You might not get it, but chances are that one in twenty pregnant women under the age of twenty-five who has diabetes, will pass it on to their baby, so I'm sorry if you get it. It's not fun. I mean, you learn to live with it, but other than that, it's really not fun."

I ran my hand over my flat stomach. Fifteen weeks pregnant, and I was still not showing.

I was starting to think there wasn't actually a baby after all, but then again, we'd seen the ultrasound.

Mum had also reminded me that first-time pregnancies can take a lot longer to show. When mum was pregnant with Ronan, she didn't show until she was twenty-two weeks pregnant.

That's over halfway through.

I got out of bed, pulling my shirt off and throwing it at the bed. I walked to my body-sized mirror, turning to one side while looking at my body.

I yawned, shaking my head. I walked to the window and opened it, feeling the cold air immediately.

Then I walked to my dresser where my deodorant stood, and I rolled some on.

Then I found a clean bra and put it on, followed by a simple white t-shirt.

I heard the door to the bathroom open as I pulled on a pair of black jeans, jumping to pull them all the way up.

"C'mon." I groaned when I struggled to close them. "How am I not showing, yet I can't close my fucking jeans?"

"Oh, that reminds me of something, actually." Fred walked over to the small plastic bag he had brought yesterday when he came to see me.

I watched him as he pulled a package from the bag.

"It's an extended for jeans and trousers." He told me. "You button it to your jeans, then extend it and button it to the other side, closing the jeans."

"Seriously? You're a lifesaver!" I hugged him, and he laughed softly at my reaction, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

I quickly figured out how the extender worked, and I ended up closing the jeans.

"Your second week of work." Fred inhaled, watching me with awe. "I never got to ask you how your first week was."

"Oh, it was good! Yeah, I didn't realise I'd enjoy working with Ronan as much as I do. And your brother is really kind. Usually bosses scare me, but he's so nice!"

"It may just be because he knows you're my girlfriend." Fred said as he scrunched his nose at me, a cute tick I had noticed he did a lot when talking to me.

He leaned down to kiss me, but I pressed a hand to his mouth.

"Morning breath." I told him, moving on to the bathroom so I could brush my teeth.

Fred showed up in the doorway and leaned against the frame, watching me as I moved the toothbrush across my teeth in circular motions.

"Are you ready for the scan next week?" He asked, and I nodded, watching him through the mirror. "Maybe we'll be able to see the sex."

After I finished brushing my teeth, I turned and looked at him.

"You want to know?" I asked, wiping at the corner of my mouth.

"Don't you?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh, I do, but I had expected you to want it to be a surprise."

A small smile spread on his face, and he shook his head.

"I know you don't want to talk about this, love, but we have to start talking arrangements soon." He said, changing the subject, and I groaned. "We aren't—"

He let out a sigh, turning so his back leaned against the doorframe instead.

"We've been together for three and a half months. We are nowhere ready to live together. If we want a real shot at being a couple, we can't move in together because we have a baby together."

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Isn't a baby a good enough reason to move in together? So we can be the best co-parents there are?"

"Of course, but I'm scared if we move in together that soon, our relationship won't stand a chance."

"So what do you want to do?" I asked.

"I don't know." He raked a hand through his messy hair. "I mean, we already sleep in the same bed each night, either at my flat or here."

"We're not moving between homes with a newborn baby." I sighed. "Listen, how about we just... continue this? You can stay here with me most night unless you have to get up super early to open the shop. It will only be a few nights where you'd have to stay at your flat."

Fred nodded along as he spoke.

"And you'd be alright those nights? You realise a baby needs feedings or diaper changes multiple times a night, and if I'm not there through the night, you'll have to get up every single time."

I sighed.

"It'll be fine. Let's just put it as that and take it up again later if we figure out that won't work." I said and walked over to him, patting his cheek. "I'm gonna go downstairs and make us some breakfast and also take my insulin. Get ready for work, my love."