Tiny || Fred Weasley

01

June 1994

Izzy had been up all night with a sick baby. Zeppelin had been congested, grumpy, bellyache, reflux, you name it. She eventually had to basically kick her dads out of the downstairs so they could go to bed.

"Izzy, you don't have to apologize for Z being sick," Remus would tell her. The poor girl was 16, and only had her Aunt Lily who was definitely not available with baby Ivory. Ivy was a week old, and Harry begged to go sleep at the Burrow for some quiet... the burrow... for quiet...

Izzy had just shut her eyes, finally having a moment where Zeppelin wasn't whining, and there was a knock on the door. She was laying in the middle of the living room, only wearing biker shorts and a jumper she stole from Remus, not crying. Zeppelin started crying from his sleep being interrupted.

"Siri, babe, she's hit emotional exhaustion," Remus sighed, getting up to go open the door.

"I'm on it, babe," Sirius rolled out of bed, wearing only sweatpants and went downstairs, picking up Izzy off the floor.

"Iz, Fred is here to drive you to the clinic," Remus turned to Izzy, who was being rocked like a child in Sirius's lap.

"C-can I sleep in the car?" Izzy hiccuped, looking at her best friend from school.

Fred just chuckled, "you don't have to ask me, IzzyBear."

Izzy held her arms out to Fred, who carried her to the car and buckled her. He covered her with a sweater he had in the car and shut the door.

"He's been up all night, and Izzy has not slept. If you wouldn't mind going into the appointment with her? Sirius and I would, but we have to be at the school in 10 minutes," Remus asked Fred as they buckled Zeppelin into the car seat.

"No worries Rem! I can play daddy for the day," Fred smiled cheekily and Remus shut the door.

The two boys stood outside the blue flying car, "are you ever going to ask her out?" Remus raised his brows.

Fred blushed, "eventually... maybe today isn't the best day. Is it alright if I take her to the burrow? Mum can probably babysit so she can get some sleep."

Remus nodded and patted him on the shoulder before heading inside to get dressed for work.

Fred drove, the muggle way, to the Clinic to get Zeppelin checked out. It was about a 30 minute drive from the Lupin-Black cottage in a French coastal village.

Once Fred parked, he gently woke up Izzy, who groggily woke up. She mumbled a thank you to Fred and they both got out the car.

Fred unbuckled Zeppelin, and Izzy took her baby, Fred grabbing the diaper bag. Izzy asked the front desk if she could nurse before the check up, and they said of course. They brought her to the exam room, Fred following awkwardly.

"You don't have to come in if you don't want to, Freddie," Izzy looked at the blushing red head.

He shrugged, "you've had a long night. I'm here for support."

It's not that fred was uncomfortable with Izzy breastfeeding, he just didn't want to make her feel like he was invading her privacy.

"Thank you, Freddie, and if you feel awkward, you don't have to stay in here," she laughed a little at his blatant avoidance.

He shrugged and leaned back in the chair, looking up at the ceiling. Izzy rolled her eyes with a smile and let Zeppelin latch on to her nipple and get comfortable.

"You're going to sit like that for 20-ish minutes? It's not like you haven't seen my tits before," she giggled.

"Yeah... but that was um before," he flushed.

The appointment went well, Zeppelin just had a sinus infection, which was making his tummy upset. Fred sat outside the door when the doctor had suggested him to. Izzy was told to try formula instead of nursing for a few days. She agreed, figuring that would be easier anyway. She was given a pill to stop the milk flow and they were allowed to leave.

Izzy fell asleep on the way to a diner. They were going to grab breakfast before heading home. Izzy held Zeppelin the whole time, eating and drinking her coffee. She hadn't had coffee in almost a year, and she missed it so much.

She could see the judgmental stares from people around her. She was 16, with an infant, and drinking coffee. Yeah that probably doesn't look great...

"Is he yours?" The waitress asked, waving at Z, who smiled.

"Yes," Izzy smiled trying to be polite.

"You're a little young aren't you?" Betty tilted her head as she set the menus and silver wear on the table.

"I guess," Izzy shrugged.

"Are you the father?" Betty asked Fred, who was sitting awkwardly.

"No. He's a friend. Now I'd like a breakfast combo, scrambled eggs and bacon," Izzy was annoyed now.

Betty felt the tension and Fred ordered the same, the older woman rushing into the kitchen. She felt the stares of other customers, making her uncomfortable.

After they ate, Izzy left as soon as possible, buckling Z into the seat and sitting in the passenger side.

"Do you want to go to the burrow? Mum can watch him for a bit while you get some rest," Fred suggested. She nodded and picked at her chipped fingernail polish.

Fred glanced over at her, his heart warming a bit. She looked beautiful even when she was sleep deprived, hair not brushed, no make up, wearing a shirt that she had to tuck in a little so it looked like she had pants on, and athletic shorts. He wasn't too sure she had the same shoes on to be fair, but yet she looked like a goddess. Her hair was dark and wavy, reaching her bum. Her eyes were grey with flecks of green in them, and her skin was pale. It's not like she had much luck with a tan though, Marlene was from Irish decent and her whole family sunburned easily. Sirius didn't tan much either, but he got darker in the summer.
Her skin was never perfect, acne scars, stretch marks on her stomach and thighs, and she had these tiny bumps on her upper arms. But, his favorite thing was the freckles that dusted over her face.
Her smile was a little lopsided, but she thought it was adorable with her dimple. She only had one.

Fred caught himself daydreaming while driving, shaking his thoughts quickly. However he still wondered what her body looked like now. Not like in a weird way, more curious. Did her body go back to the way it looked the last time he saw her in a swimsuit? Or does having a baby change it?

He didn't really care, he just wanted to make her his.