Happy Ending ; George Weasley

Four

Alice Weasley

"What?!"

"I told them both that night that I may sneak out to see you. They knew the entire time. They both woke up to it and teased me the next day." I said.

"We didn't have sex, did we?"

"Watch your language around the kids. But no, we didn't have sex that night. Having sex in a room with other people would've been weird, don't you think?"

"I'm not myself when I'm- you know." he looked at me as if I'm the only person that matters. We held a long gaze as we talked and talked about stories from Hogwarts.

"Do you remember the first time we had sex?"

"Watch your language around the kids," George mocked me. "But to answer the question, yes."

My face turned red as I thought back to it. It wasn't something I particularly wanted to think about, but it was funny when we looked back on it.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed about it, you did everything fine. I on the other hand." he didn't finish the sentence, but we had a mutual understanding of just what he was thinking.

He was nervous. We both were. We were both a little self conscious too. The mix overall was just as one would expect. It was awkward and quiet. There was a deafening silence for almost the entire time.

I had heard stories of other people's first times and it made ours not seem so bad.

"I still can't believe they all knew I was there."

I watched the kids who were playing with wooden blocks on the rug. Some were black, white, red, yellow, green, and almost every color in between. The blocks came from a secondhand store where they were painted with the letters of "Merry Christmas" and "Happy New Year". I had decided to paint over the letters and let the kids use them. We were low on money and seeing how much fun they have with them, it was worth it.

Luke made a small house out of green and blue blocks before knocking it over to build something new. Watching them have fun brought me back to my favorite memories with them and also my least favorite.

It was about 4 years ago when I had given birth to Luke. My entire life I had thought childbirth was beautiful only to find out that it isn't. It's twenty plus hours of sweating, agony, and wanting it to be over. By the time Luke was born, I was asked if I wanted to hold him. I wanted to, so I did. A few minutes later I fell asleep and George had to take him and hold him. My body was exhausted and it wasn't a pleasant experience.

I had thought it wouldn't be that bad because George's mom had done it so many times. She hadn't warned me about the realities of childbirth.

When I gave birth to Anne, it was very similar. Agony and pain from Friday night to Sunday morning. At least four times I thought I was going to die.

But they are my joys. I hope they will grow up to be everything they could ever dream of. Maybe Luke would be an architect who designs houses or big buildings. Or he would be the one tearing down those houses like he's doing now with the blocks. Maybe Anne would become a hair stylist as she loves brushing the hair of her dolls. Maybe she would be a model as she loves trying on clothes and making George and I watch her fashion shows. Maybe she would work at a coffee shop, serving tea like she does to George and I.

Everything. All the good choices and all the bad have led me here. I was given a husband who loves me and two kids who I would give the world for.

Anne was now making a tower of different color blocks before her brother decides to knock it down.

"Do you think we've done well?" I asked.

He was watching the kids with the same intensity that I had been. The kids that we have spent the past four years raising.

He nodded his head, "We've done our best."

I put my hand out to him and interlocked our fingers. What more could I ever want?

A knock sounded at the door, immediately putting my happiness aside. I was now worried that just as everything was going so well, something would explode at us. I didn't move, so George did.

I watched the kids who were unbothered and uninterrupted. They made me feel like everything would be okay. My husband was safe and so were my kids. That was what mattered.

George returned with a package in his hand and set it in front of the sofa.

"From your parents," he said.

My family was small and not as comforting as George's. They weren't terrible people, but we had greatly grown apart. They had retired and moved to North America. I haven't seen them in forever.

I ripped the tape that was holding the box closed and inside were some snacks and sweets. Underneath them was another object wrapped in brown paper.

I unwrapped the object to find a card on top of a jack in the box. George opened it to find Santa popping out at him. The card read: Merry Christmas Alice and George and Luke and Anne. We love you all and hope you're all doing well. Love Mom and Dad.

My mom had probably sent this recently and didn't expect the delivery to be so fast. Still it was a thoughtful gesture.

"We should make a Christmas card this year."

It wasn't something we had ever done. Posing in front of a camera was somewhat awkward for us all. But it would be something new and different.

"With a picture or just an ordinary card?" he asked.

"A picture of us all dressed in red or green in front of the tree."

He gave a hesitant look and said, "Wouldn't that get expensive?"

"We wouldn't be sending a hundred of them. Just one to my parents, one to yours, each of your siblings, and some friends." I said, "That would be maybe twenty max."

"If you can figure out where to get them done and everything, then we can do them."

It was the beginning of October and Christmas's at the end of December, but I was still excited. From now until then I will be busy. Busy helping at the shop and busy buying gifts for George, the kids, George's parents, and any friends. I would now also need to shop for matching outfits for us all. Something cute and simple, but not too simple.

I could already picture how the photo would look. We would be sitting in front of the Christmas tree in gold jumpers and the kids on our laps.

It would be something cute to send to my parents to thank them for their gift and to show appreciation to everybody else.