Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines III

George Weasley- Cute (c)

The last few months had been the hardest but the best of your life. Your daughter had been born just over five months earlier and you were pretty sure about a month prior to that you had stopped sleeping and survived solely on willpower. You didn't realise that you could love someone so much but if you didn't love her so much, you wouldn't put up with the insane sleeping pattern and constant demanding for your boobs. How people could be single parents to newborns was beyond you as you were struggling to stay afloat whilst having your husband, George by your side.

Your daughter had woken up several times the night before and although George offered to take some of the workload, you took one for the team seen as you were the only one that was currently able to feed her. By the time morning arrived, your daughter was somehow happily awake whilst you felt as though you were a zombie. You had gotten her ready for the day but had started to drift off on the sofa with her in your arms by the time George had joined you, only snapping out of it when he picked her up.

George told you to go to bed. It wasn't a suggestion or a question and you weren't in the mental state to argue so agreed to have a nap. You returned to bed for just over an hour, awaking to feel somewhat more refreshed, or at least capable of functioning. Now with your mind less hazy, you stumbled down the stairs to see your little family.

In the living room George was knelt on the floor, your daughter laying on her back on the sofa in front of him. He gently played with her moving arms before moving up to prod her cheeks.

"Your cheeks are just so squishy," he said in a sing-song baby voice. "Squish."

Your tired brain didn't allow you to contain your laughter, instantly getting your husband's attention.

"Wait until you figure out how chunky her little legs are," you added. "They are the cutest thing."

George smiled fondly at you. "How did you sleep?"

You shrugged your shoulders. You couldn't remember how to sleep well but at least it was an hour of uninterrupted slumber which was becoming surprisingly rare recently.

"Better than I did the rest of the night," you said. "Honestly, I wouldn't mind that she wakes me up so much, but how does she end up so well rested? It feels cruel. She's lucky she's too cute to be mad at."

"She is the cutest."

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Written by Charlotte.