Songbird ; Fred Weasley

Forty-two

Carrying two coffees in one hand, a stack of paperwork in the other, I stepped out of the elevator and made my way down the hallway of the floor where Ronan's office was.

I knocked on my brother's door, and when I heard him shout for me to enter, I used my elbow to push down on the door handle.

With a groan, I pushed the door open, stepping inside. I used my foot to carefully shut it again so it didn't slam, because those doors were heavy.

"I've got coffee and a whole lot of paperwork Bill just threw into my arms when I got back." I said, walking to the desk.

Ronan was frowning at a folder he had opened in front of him. He looked confused.

"Something wrong?" I asked, putting the coffees down first, then the pile of paperwork.

"The numbers are wrong..." he muttered before noticing the stack of papers. "...what's this?"

"Bill gave them to me. They're for you." I grinned because I knew it would be hell for him to go through.

Then my grin dropped when I realised I was his assistant and he was most likely going to make him help me.

It's a lot of paperwork.

"When did Bill start working here?" I asked as I took a seat opposite of Ronan's desk. "Didn't he work at Gringotts just two years ago? How is he already a boss at the ministry?"

"He got promoted. You realise the ministry owns Gringotts, right?" Ronan raised both eyebrows as he looked at me from above the top of his reading glasses.

"Shush. Obviously I knew that." I said, rolling my eyes.

Ronan shook his head at me, reaching for the stack I had brought with me. He quickly looked through them before dropping them and groaning.

"I'm so exhausted." He said as he dragged a hand down the length of his face.

"Yeah, same. It's not easy growing a human."

"Menace." He sighed, and I frowned at the old nickname he used for me when I was younger. "What did I tell you about using your pregnancy as an excuse? If you're not on maternity leave, you can work without complaining."

I groaned at my failed attempt to get off work earlier.

"Did you call me a menace?" I asked through narrowed eyes. "You stopped calling me that after you walked in on me with—"

"Don't need you to remind me of that." He interrupted, pushing one of the coffees closer to me. "Drink up. I need your help with all of this."

-

"What's all this?" I asked as Fred pulled a bag out of his wardrobe, walking back towards his bed where I sat, my legs folded underneath me.

He poured the contents of the bag onto the bed, and I raised my eyebrows,

"I went on a small shopping spree." He told me.

"I see that." I chuckled, picking up one of the things which was a black t-shirt.

Hands off the bump!

Under the words were two hand prints, and I couldn't help but laugh as I looked at Fred questioningly.

"Mum told me people tend to touch women's pregnancy bellies without asking for consent." He told me. "I saw this and thought it was funny. Plus, it tells people to not touch you."

I smiled and reached up, pulling him down for a short kiss.

There was a small book on the bed, white words written across it.

What I love about you.

I smiled as I picked it up.

"That's supposed to be the last—" he reached to snatch it from my hands but I moved away, laughing.

"I want to read this."

"Maves, please save it for last." He said. "I'm nervous enough as it is."

I got off the bed, wiggling my eyebrows at him.

"Mavis—"

I ran out of the bedroom, Fred chasing me to get the book back. I locked myself in the bathroom, opening the book to read through it.

1. I love how you always say "Merlin's dick".

2. I am kind of obsessed with your freckles.

3. You have the greatest taste in music.

4. You can cheer me up just by smiling.

5. I always want to hear what you have to say about dogs.

6. I've never met anyone who's got a better arse than you.

I laughed out loud at that one, and I heard Fred's knock on the door.

"Maves, if it's too cliche, I can take it back and—"

I unlocked the door and pulled it open quickly, then threw my arms around his neck, catching him off guard.

He stumbled back, then slid his arms around my back and picked me up, guiding my legs around his waist.

"It's amazing." I whispered. "You have no idea how much I love you. I can't believe you got me that book."

I pulled my head back and looked at him.

"You actually sat down and wrote those things?"

"Well, it took some time, but yeah. I figured you could look in it whenever pregnancy was a bitch towards you." He said, and I kissed him, because I loved him so much.

"C'mere. I have more things for you to make pregnancy a bit easier on you." He said as he carried me back to the bedroom, placing me back on the bed, and together we went through all of the things, Fred explaining and me looking.

He had gotten me a few maternity sets for when I'd need them.

A pregnancy pillow for when my stomach would get big and sleeping would get uncomfortable.

Oil for my skin because he knew I didn't want stretch marks.

A really fucking cosy and soft blanket that was so big it could wrap around me almost three times.

And bath bombs.

My wonderful boyfriend and baby-daddy-to-be had gotten me a box of bath bombs.

"I love bath bombs!" I exclaimed and Fred's laughter hit me right in the heart, making it melt. "You have to stop spoiling me. My heart can't take it..."

I fanned my face as I felt the tears threaten to spill.

"Oh, Mavis, C'mere." Fred laughed and pulled me against him as the hormones won and I broke into tears because I felt so happy in this moment.

I felt so lucky to have a guy like him by my side. If this had been Noah, he probably wouldn't have stayed around to help me with the baby, but Fred was here and the baby hadn't even arrived.

Though he was my boyfriend so of course he'd be there for me.

I just still felt so fucking lucky, and I wanted him to be mine forever.