Songbird ; Fred Weasley

Fifty-eight

"Holy...fuck."

Fred's voice caused a smile to spread on my face. I knew exactly what had caused him to say that.

Today was his twenty-third birthday and I had woken him up that morning with breakfast in bed and a lot of kisses.

I had bought him a present, something he had wanted a lot.

I bought him everything he needed for a bar. It was expensive, but Fred loved making drinks, though I received some weird looks when I went in and bought everything.

Considering I'm pregnant, people must've been worried for my baby.

But I'm not drinking it.

Then Fred had gone to work and I went about my day, waiting for him to get home which he had done just now.

"What is all of this?" He laughed and stepped into the nursery.

I had finally gotten around to unpacking all the presents from the baby shower, so the nursery was a mess with unpacked presents, wrapping paper spread around, empty boxes and different items all over the floor.

"Our baby shower gifts." I smiled and turned to face him while folding a small onesie, placing it on top of the rest I had folded. "You told me I could spend my day unpacking it if I had the energy for it, and I did, so I unpacked it and started on washing the clothes so it's ready for use when she gets here. Now I'm folding it. It makes everything real, filling her dresser with her clothes."

Fred raised his eyebrows as I was now out of breath from having spoken so fast.

"How was your day?" I asked, smiling.

Fred pushed off the doorframe and walked towards me, a soft smile playing on his lips. He shrugged one shoulder and then leaned his shoulder on the wall next to the dresser.

"Boring." He frowned slightly before smiling again. "I missed you."

I pouted and walked over, slipping my arms around his back. He locked his around my shoulders and pulled me close, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

Then he pushed a lock of hair behind my ear and looked down at my brown eyes.

"Are you sure you don't want me to go on leave? You're thirty-three weeks pregnant and you heard what Nicole said at the last appointment. You might go into labour early. I want to be there when it happens."

I tilted my head a little, studying his face.

"If you want to go on leave, then do it." I said softly. "I'm just saying; don't do it because you think I'm lonely. I mean, I miss you, but I don't want to take you away from work more than necessary."

I had gone on maternity leave from my job at Ronan's office, so I spent every day at home.

Fred smiled as he leaned down to kiss me.

"I'm doing it because I want to be here... with you."

-

I whined, hoping Fred could hear so he would come offer me food.

My stomach was too big so I didn't want to try and get up when I most likely couldn't without his help.

Thirty-seven weeks pregnant. I was full term but there was three weeks until my due date.

Though, Nicole, our OB/GYN kept saying that she's sure our baby will arrive early.

When Fred didn't hear me, I whined again, this time louder, and I heard him laugh from the next room.

"What's up?" He asked as he walked into the living room, his head tilted and his eyes focused on me.

He walked over to the sofa and sat down on the arm of it where I had my feet.

"My back hurts. I have those stupid cramps so I'd appreciate it if she decided to leave my fucking womb soon."

Fred smiled and picked up my feet, sliding down to sit where they were, and he placed them in his lap.

"Order food, please?" I begged. He assessed me for a minute before reaching over to grab my phone from the sofa table.

"Your usual?" He asked with a soft smile, and I nodded, mentally giggling at the way I got what I wanted.

We still hadn't found a name for our daughter, and she'd be here within the next three weeks. We needed to find one. Otherwise I would start panicking.

Though, three weeks later when we hit my due date, we still hadn't found a name, and I was still very much pregnant.

"Coming early, my arse." I scoffed, walking into the hall where Fred was putting on his shoes. "I'm forty weeks pregnant, Fred. Ten months and she told me she was sure it would happen early, but is she here? No."

"I know, love."

"I've been having fucking false contractions nearly two months, my back is hurting and my boobs are big and saggy and look like shit."

"Your boobs do not look like shit."

"They're saggy, Fred."

"They're not saggy." He laughed and straightened up. "They're growing because—"

"Don't teach me about my own body!" I scoffed, folding my arms over my chest. "I know why they grow but that doesn't mean I'll have to like it."

"Alright..." he grinned, obviously amused with my mood. "You ready to go?"

I narrowed my eyes but then nodded at him. He pulled open the door and I walked out, followed by him.

We had an appointment to see how dilated I was, because the last time I was about a centimetre only.

That was the thing about labour. You could be in labour for weeks before actually being ready to give birth, and I had been in labour for about a week and a half.

Today we had to see the process and if she started being ready to get into the world.

She hadn't moved as much in the past couple of days, so hopefully that meant she was getting in position.

"I'm just saying that I didn't realise how much pregnant would ruin my tits." I said as Fred and I walked down the hallway to the elevator. "Honestly, this makes me respect my mother a little more. She's done this ten times, Fred. Ten times she's sacrificed her tits."

"And she was just as brave as you." He joked, but I glared at him.

"If she tells me today that she's not ready to get out, I'm grabbing the fucking tongs from our kitchen and I'm pulling her out of my fucking uterus."

"Don't even joke about doing that, sweetheart." He said and pushed the button of the elevator.

"Who says I'm joking?"

Thirty minutes later, we were greeted by a nurse and escorted to the exam room.

"How're you feeling?" She asked me with a soft smile. "Any changes?"

"Well, she has definitely slowed down a bit. I feel a little kick or roll here and there but she is mostly pretty still. She must be squished in there."

The nurse didn't say anything. She dropped us off at the exam room and left without another word. Fred and I took a seat and only a few seconds passed before the door swung open and Nicole walked in.

"Decreased fetal movement, Mavis? Are you serious?" She asked, her voice full of concern.

Fred sat up straight while I frowned, confused.

"Uh... she has slowed down a bit. Isn't that normal?"

The books I had read definitely said it was normal when they are close to being due.

"No Mavis, decreased fetal movement is not normal. You just won yourself an induction."

I was surprised, and I think the surprise lasted while she examined me.

I was two centimetres dilated, and she told me to go wait in the waiting room where she would come get me when she got me a labour and delivery room.

This was really happening.

She was coming today.

Fred and I would become parents today.