"dear fred,
i have an average sized belly now. i am 22 weeks pregnant as of today and our baby has been kicking my arse — not necessarily. he does kick often though. ginny said he's going to be a bloody good quidditch player. charlie took me to breakfast yesterday and we talked about our baby. he tried to get the gender out, but i didn't give in. I just returned home from the baby shower. our baby, which we decided on arthur ryder weasley, is spoilt rotten and he hasn't even popped out yet! inside is a copy of the reveal and photos of the party.
always thinking of you,
calla and arthur ryder weasley"
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Calla struggled with the zipper to her dress, letting a frustrated groan escape her lips.
"Cal, you alright?" George asked, peeping his head in. His hair had faded horribly so he returned it to it's original colour, relieving Molly Weasley. However, his entire family still does double takes.
"Yeah," Calla mumbled, sitting down. "I can't zip my dress. My tummy is too big." She pouted, looking down at her protruding belly. She pat her stomach slightly. "Jeez bub, give mumma a break. You don't come out till December, let me wear some dresses! It's hot out, you know." She giggled.
George chuckled, walking towards Calla and helping her up. He turned her around and zipped her dress for her. He then rubbed Calla's belly softly before asking if she was ready. Nodding, Calla grabbed her purse and George picked the camera up.
They actually drove to The Burrow, and Calla smiled at all the decorations — Molly, Hermione, and Fleur outdid themselves. Before the two could even get to the door, Molly Weasley threw the door open and ran to Calla, hugging her and rubbing her belly. "Oh, you've gotten so big since I last saw you!"
"Mum, you saw us two weeks ago." George laughed, rolling his eyes.
"Two weeks too long." She pouted, taking Calla's bag and giving to George. She helped Calla walk into The Burrow, where pink and blue streamers hung. There was a large cake sitting on the counter, making Calla grin. She knew it was done by Hermione, since she was the only one to know the gender beside herself and George.
"Aw, Mrs. Weasley, you shouldn't have." Calla said, taking in all the decorations.
Mrs. Weasley just shook her head, taking her through the house to the backyard where everyone was waiting. Presents piled up on a table and everybody just looked happy. Calla was so glad her family was starting to feel better since the war.
"Hey! Congratulations, you!" Angelina greeted Calla.
Calla leaned in to hug Angelina, grinning. "Thanks, Ang!"
"Look how small you are, awh! How're you holding up?"
"I'm fine, this kid is kicking my arse! I can't wait for my lovebug to arrive, maybe then I wouldn't have to stop every five minutes to catch my breath."
The girls laughed and George appeared next to Calla, leaning in to kiss Angelina's cheeks before resting a hand on Calla's shoulders. "Wanna sit? Are you tired?"
Call rolled her eyes, scoffing. "Stop smothering me, George, I'm fine. See what I mean, Angelina? After this baby pops out I'll be able to breathe without this constantly smothering me." The two girls laughed and George rolled his eyes, cracking a smile.
People came to congratulate and talk to Calla and George only left her side when he needed to do something.
"You can go play with them, you know." Calla muttered, sipping on her water after realising George was staring at his brothers and friends play a game of quick Quidditch.
"No, it's fine." He smiled.
"We can switch," Harry offered, walking up to the two. He handed George his broom — the latest one to be exact — and Calla knew George couldn't resist not taking a go at it so she shooed him away. "So," Harry started, getting a cup of pumpkin juice. "Boy or girl?" He asked. Calla shrugged in response. "Come on Cal! I need to know, Ginny and I didn't know what to get you so she's sending me out now and I need to know the gender!" He admit.
Calla laughed and shook her head. "I don't know, Harry."
The party continued and they all had dinner, courtesy of Molly and Fleur, before it was time for the reveal.
Calla held the knife firmly, getting ready to cut the cake. "Wait!" George said, bringing the camera up to take a picture. "Okay, I'm filming...now." Calla smiled and waved at the camera before focusing on the cake. She slowly cut into the cake and lifted the first piece, revealing the inside of the cake was blue.
"It's a boy!" Fleur shouted excitedly, embracing Calla tightly.
Everybody got up and hugged Calla and congratulated her once more. Bill Weasley held onto Calla for a second longer than everybody else and whispered that he admired her for being so strong even though Fred wasn't there. This made her tear up, but she didn't feel like an odd ball because Molly Weasley was sobbing beside Arthur as she cried about her future grandson.
"What're you naming him?" Cho Chang asked, picking a piece of cake up.
Calla looked at Arthur Weasley and grinned. "His name is Arthur Ryder Weasley."
Arthur's eyes nearly popped out his head and he walked over to Calla quickly to engulf her in a hug, kissing her forehead and squeezing her tight.
George handed the camera to Hermione to hold so he could go hug Calla. He smiled down at her before pulling her in his warm embrace. "You're gonna be the greatest mum." He whispered.
"The second greatest, I don't think anyone can top your mum."
George grinned lopsidedly, "She confused me and Fred all the time. Honestly, that woman calls herself our mother."
