"Mama?"
The tiny voice woke me from my sleep. I opened my eyes slowly, noticing how dark it was.
With a small sigh, I turned to look at the time.
It was around four in the morning.
Then I looked towards the door where Phoebe stood, hugging her bunny against her chest while looking at me, her eyes all sad.
"Hey Phoebes." I said quietly and sat up. "Did you have a bad dream?"
She nodded once.
"Can I sleep with you and daddy?"
I smiled at her and opened my arms. She ran towards the bed and crawled onto it before placing herself in my arms.
"I hate bad dreams." I told her. "They're horrible, aren't they?"
She nodded, her head resting against my chest.
"Do you want to tell me about it?"
"I don't remember." She muttered. "But it still makes me feel sad."
"Of course it makes you feel sad." I said softly, brushing my fingers through her hair.
I sat with her like this, her holding onto me with one arm while the other held the bunny that George once bought for her crib while I was still pregnant with her.
She loved that bunny more than anything. It was the one thing that always brought her comfort.
It didn't take Phoebe long to fall asleep. Her breathing changed and when I craned my my head to her a look at her face, her eyes were shut and her lips were slightly parted.
I smiled, running my fingers through her hair again while my arms were wrapped around her.
There was nothing better than to hold her like this.
Fred moved next to me, and I looked at him just as his eyes opened.
"Hey..." he whispered, his eyes moving to Phoebe as she slept in my arms. "She okay? Did something happen?"
"She had a bad dream." I said while Fred sat up and moved closer.
He smiled as he ran a hand over her hair, pushing some of it out of her face.
I rested my cheek against her head and looked down at her face.
Sometimes it was so weird to think about the fact that she's a product of Fred and I.
We made that beautiful face. Her skin was slightly lighter than mine but a little more tan than Fred's. Her eyes were almond shaped and dark brown. Freckles were covering her tiny nose, and her lips were the same shape and colour as mine.
Theodora started fussing in her bassinet, tiny choked cries leaving her mouth which meant that any second, she would full-on start wailing.
Fred crawled out of bed and picked her up.
"Yeah, I know, my darling." He said quietly, carrying her against his shoulder. "Let's go change your diaper."
He walked out of the bedroom just as Theodora started crying. He shut the door behind him so the cries wouldn't wake up Phoebe, and thankfully it didn't.
I laid down and held Phoebe as I turned onto my side. I pulled the duvet up to cover her, and I shut my eyes to try and get some sleep.
When I woke up again, the daylight shone through the window and Phoebe was no longer cuddled up in my arms.
Instead, she had curled up next to Fred during the night. His arm was hooked around her, keeping her safe even during the night, and she was asleep on her back, her bunny pressed to her chest.
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Songbird ; Fred Weasley
Fanfiction"don't fall for your brother's best friend" - Mavis Cahira