Songbird ; Fred Weasley

Ninety-one

Warning!: Suicide attempt

I strolled into the kitchen a few hours after Fred left for work, carrying a binder to my chest.

The kitchen wasn't empty. Max and Flynn were sitting at the table. Max sat with Dora, feeding her baby foods while Flynn sat opposite of him, sharing his fruit with Phoebe.

"What's that?" Flynn asked, laying eyes on me.

"A wedding binder I just put together." I said and dropped it to the kitchen table.

Flynn cocked an eyebrow at me.

"A wedding binder you just put together?"

"Yup." I shrugged. "With some help from magic, of course."

I opened the binder onto the first page, dragging my index finger down the page of what needed to be done this month, assuming we'd be married in twelve months.

"Alright, I'll humour you." Flynn exhaled. "What's the first thing on your agenda?"

"Gather inspiration." I said with one nod. "Then pick the wedding colours and write a guest list. Though, I also need to find a wedding planner, because planning weddings can be stressful."

"That's exactly why we're not married." Flynn said, gesturing between himself and Max.

"Nah." I shook my head and looked at him. "That's because you're gay."

Max let out a snort, trying to hold back his laughter, and that's when I realised he wasn't holding Dora anymore.

Just as I noticed, I felt a tug on my trousers, and I looked down to see my daughter trying to pull herself up by using the material of my trousers.

She had crawled all the way over to me.

"Mam..." she tried speaking, shrieking as she looked up at me. "Mama!"

I froze, and so did Flynn and Max as the three of us realised what she just called me.

Then with a cry of happiness, I picked her up and planted kisses all over her face.

"She just said her first word..." Max said, shocked as he stared at me and Dora.

"Yes she did." I coped up at Dora as I held her above my head while she giggled and stuffed a hand into her mouth. "Yes you did. You said your first word, didn't you? You said mama."

"Mama." She repeated, this time slower, and I nearly squealed as I hugged her, feeling her grab onto me and laying her head on my shoulder.

"She's getting puréed mango all over your shirt." Max informed me, and I instantly reacted by walking over to locate the wet wipes in one of the cupboards.

I placed Dora on the kitchen island, and she instantly tried to reach for the few knuts that laid on the surface.

"Nope. That's not safe for you, baby." I said, showing the money out of the way, because I wasn't about to witness by daughter choking on money.

I wiped her mouth and her fingers from the puréed mango, getting her all cleaned up.

"See?" I smiled at her as she intensely watched my face. "You're all clean again."

I carried her over to Max and announced i'd go upstairs to change my shirt.

Once I got back into the kitchen, Phoebe was standing on her small stool, running a plate under water.

"Look, mama." She said when she saw me. "I'm doing dishes just like uncle Flynn told me to."

"You're doing a great job, baby." I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed the top of her head before grabbing the wedding binder and walking over to the table.