Songbird ; Fred Weasley

One-hundred and four

Fred and his goddamn strong swimmers.

Here I was, staring down at the package of pregnancy tests I had to take. I was sitting cross-legged on the bed, the package in front of me.

Fred and his big wish of having another child, and now he got his fucking wish. Not that I was upset with him. Apparently the universe simply took a liking to him.

I ended up buying the wedding dress.

Well, Ronan bought it. I had told him I was more than capable of paying for my own wedding dress because Fred and I have the money, but he wanted to do that for me, so in the end, I let him.

Now the dress is getting fitted for my body and I can pick it up in a week.

But if I'm pregnant, I'll have to continue getting it fitted until the wedding.

"Looks like Callum is finally asleep." Fred sighed as he walked into the bedroom while unbuttoning his shirt.

He looked exhausted and he didn't notice the way I sat, or the pack of tests I stared at. Instead he walked towards the dresser while letting the shirt slide off his shoulders, catching the material with one hand.

"We both know he'll wake us up in a few hours, but at least he's sleeping for now." He told me. "Tell me again why we aren't just letting him sleep in our bed right away? We'll end up carrying him in here either way."

I hummed in response, too busy staring at the pack to actually give him a proper answer.

Fred seemed to sense that I was occupied with something else, so he turned around to face me.

"Love?" He asked, walking towards the bed while unbuttoning his trousers. "Are you even listening to me? What's this?"

He reached for the box before I could take it from him. I pulled myself up to my knees and stared up at him as he realised what he was holding in his hands.

"No way..." a slow grin spread across his face while his eyes moved to my face. "...you're pregnant?"

I sighed.

"I don't know yet. This is all your fault, by the way. I'm on birth control but your swimmers seem to fight it pretty well."

"Fight it? Love, that's not how it works. You should know that. It's the birth control that's failing, not my swimmers being able to fight it."

I groaned. "I know, but it seems easier to blame you."

He grinned as his eyes flicked back to the pregnancy tests.

"You have a full bladder or something?" He then asked, waving the pack in the air.

Rolling my eyes, I snatched the pack from him and walked to the bathroom, keeping the door open.

"I'll pee, but only for you, my love."

While peeing on the sticks, Fred leaned against the doorway to the bathroom, watching me.

His is how it is when you've been together for years and have kids. Your man watches you pee.

When I put the caps back on the two pregnancy tests, I handed them to Fred and he placed them on the sink.

I finished my business, and while washing my hands, Fred wrapped his arms around me from behind, hugging me to his front.

"Will you be upset if it's positive?" He asked, pressing a kiss behind my ear.

"I don't think so." I admitted. "I mean, do I think now is a bad time? Definitely. But things happen. Thinks we don't predict, and we can just learn to go with it."