Songbird ; Fred Weasley

Forty-eight

My fingers brushed against the clothes sitting on the racks.

So much clothes. So many sizes.

Fred and I went out and we walked past this maternity clothes boutique. It was only a five minute walk from the penthouse.

"Love?" Fred asked from behind me. "How about this one?"

I turned around as he eyed something on one of the racks. He grabbed it and held it up, showing it to me.

It was a tight-fitted olive green dress with a turtleneck and long sleeves. The dress went down past the knees, and I honestly liked it.

A lot.

"How much is it?" I asked, reaching for the prize tag, but Fred took that question as a confirmation that I liked the dress, so he threw it over his arm.

"Doesn't matter. You're trying it on and if it's comfortable, we're getting it."

I narrowed my eyes at him, because I hated when he spoiled me. I felt like a burden, having him spend so much money on him.

Which was why I needed to know what that dress costed.

He didn't want to show me so I just knew it was expensive.

I would take a look once I tried it on.

"Can we make an agreement?" Fred asked me. "You see something you like, you find your size, you hand it to me and when we're done, you try it all on. No looking on the prices."

I frowned, folding my arms over my chest, but I didn't say anything. My look said it all.

"I want you to be comfortable once you start getting uncomfortable." He told me. "If that means spending a lot of money for you to have the best maternity clothes out there, then I'm okay with that."

I groaned because he was way too perfect.

"Fine." I said, shrugging. "But one day, I'll pay you back."

He didn't argue. I could tell he wanted to, but he just shook his head at me, and we continued looking at maternity clothes.

Another dress caught my eye. This one was grey, looked cosy like a jumper and it went down mid-thighs. It had long sleeves and while it looked like a jumper, it also looked so light.

I found my size, then turned to Fred and put the dress over his arm where the other dress hung.

"Let's move on to trousers." I said, and Fred followed me through the shop to where the maternity trousers were.

We went through the shop for a while until we decided I had enough to try on. We walked towards the back where the dressing rooms were.

I told Fred to help me in there, so here I was, standing in one of the dresses, looking at my body in it.

"It suits me, doesn't it?" I asked.

"It makes the green in your eyes pop." He told me, brushing hair behind my ear.

"I have green in my eyes?"

"You do." He smiled, nodding. "When the sun shines right in your face. When you wear a dress like this that matched the green in your eyes. When—"

"Alright." I laughed, turning towards him. I leaned up to kiss him before placing my head against his chest.

I looked into the mirror, watching our reflection while Fred wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

Then I gasped and pulled back, looking at my stomach through the mirror.

There was a bump.

"Fred, look!" I ran my hands over the small baby bump that was visible in this tight dress.