Songbird ; Fred Weasley

One-hundred and two

I woke up to the sound of Callum crying.

His cries came through the baby monitor, filling the bedroom Fred and I shared. I opened my eyes, glaring at the monitor while I heard Fred groan.

"This has been going on for a week." He muttered, and I rolled over, seeing Fred run his hands down his face.

For a week straight, Callum had been waking up throughout the night, crying.

We figure it's nightmares, but we're still going to see someone about it. He had been sleeping through the night alright, but now he won't sleep anymore though the night unless he's sleeping in our bed.

"I'll get him." Fred yawned before getting out of bed.

As he strolled out of the bedroom, he ran both hands through his hair.

He walked across the landing, and when he was in the nursery, I could hear him talk to Callum, trying to soothe him.

"It's okay, buddy." He whispered. An automatic smile found its way onto my face.

Callum calmed down, so I knew Fred had picked him up. I could hear his soothing voice as he sang to our son.

Shortly after, Callum started to cry again, and Fred sighed.

"Alright then. Let's go find mummy."

Fred reappeared in our room, carrying Callum whose face was red and puffy.

"He refuses to stay in his own crib without crying." He told me, handing Callum over to me before getting back into bed.

I held Callum against my chest while I sat back against the headboard.

"Wouldn't it just be awesome if Callum got the chance to be a big brother?" Fred grinned at me, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Five minutes ago you were lying there, groaning because he was waking us up, and now you're bringing up another baby? Again?"

Fred smiled cheekily at me while lifting up one shoulder.

"Hey, I forgot to tell you this earlier, but I've sent the full guest list to your grandmother, and I've booked you an appointment down at the bridal shop for Saturday at noon."

"Thank you." I smiled at him.

In four months, we would be getting married, and I hadn't found my wedding dress yet. But I was going to have Max and Flynn with me. Ronan as well and Flora who's one of my bridesmaids. Eliza is too, but Eliza is also still in school and Flora graduated last year, so Eliza can't get out of school to go wedding dress shopping with me.

The next Saturday, I found myself in the shop, looking at different dresses with my family.

"Fred wants another baby." I told Max who stood by my side, holding up a dress while I looked at it.

I shook my head and scrunched up my nose which he took as a no, then put it back.

"Yeah?" He asked. "You on board with that?"

"I have no idea." I sighed.

I heard Flynn snicker.

"Another baby?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow. "What— is he trying to follow in his daddy's footsteps?"

Max turned to look at Flynn.

"You're one to talk. You're the fourth child out of twelve."

Max turned back to me.

"So you don't want another baby?"

I shrugged.

"Eventually, I guess. But Callum is only a year old, and Theodora is not even two, yet she's already in her terrible two's."

"You know what? Borrow your baby sister for a week and of it drives you crazy, then maybe you should wait on getting another one."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"I am not borrowing Holly. She's a baby, not an item."

Ronan walked up to me, carrying a dress wrapped neatly in a plastic bag.

"Try this." He said. "I promise you, it is everything you want."

"Well would you look at that." Max grinned at me. "Ronan's inner princess has escaped."

"Shut up, Ferlet." Ronan glared at Max.

"Alright." I laughed, taking the stress. "I will try this one on. Max, Flora!" I called out to the two. "Come help me with the dress."

There three of us made our way to the changing room and Max took the dress from me, hanging the bag on the wall while Flora took a seat in the chair in the corner.

"Did Max pick that one out?" She asked.

"No. Ronan did."

"Thank god." She breathed out in relief. "No offence to you Maxwell, but you are absolutely horrible when it comes to fashion."

"Excuse me?" Max crossed his arms over his chest while I pulled my shirt over my head. "So many things were wrong with that statement, young lady. First of all, it is Max's not Maxwell. Second of all, I am amazing regarding fashion."

Flora rolled her eyes and turned her attention to me while Max turned to get the dress out of the bag.

"Shit..." he inhaled, and I immediately turned to take a look at what had him so mesmerised.

He gently pulled the dress from the bag, and my eyes laid on the top of it first. It had a sweetheart neckline and was made of lace.

The gown was long and simple, white satin. It was a beautiful A-line dress.

"The sleeves seem to be cap styled." Max said.

I got rid of the jeans I wore, and Max helped me into the dress, closing the back with some clasps instead of zipping it up.

Then I turned to look at myself in the mirror, one hand holding up the bust of the dress.

"My tits are too heavy." I muttered, feeling the way they were weighting down the bust.

Max snickered at my comment.

"I warned you before you started having kids."

"You did not."

"Your boobs change after having kids?" Flora asked, and my eyes found hers through the mirror.

"Oh they do." I nodded. "First they grow during pregnancy because of the milk being produced. Then they're fucking huge while you're breastfeeding and afterwards, they're just... there. Callum is a year old and mine still look like shit."

I let out a huge sigh.

"You know..." I looked at Flora. "I was your age when I had Phoebe."

Flora's eyes widened.

"Yeah, no thanks. I haven't even had sex yet."

I laughed, looking at myself again.

"Good. Stay away from that. Otherwise you'll end up pregnant and your tits will grow huge and leak milk, and your nipples will change in size."

"Jesus..." Max muttered. "And Fred wants you to go through that again?"

"My body is already permanently altered." I shrugged. "But I wouldn't change it for the world. I love my babies."

"I'm never having kids." Flora made a face of disgust that had me laughing.

"Alright, focus. Look at the dress. Yes, or no?"

I forced myself to focus on the task at hand. I stared at the dress and how it fitted me, but I ended up turning it down because my boobs were too heavy for it.

"We need to find a dress that'll keep them supported." I said as I got dressed into my regular clothes again.

"Great." Max sighed. "Let me go tell your brothers that. Look for a dress that won't have your sisters tits spilling out of it."