Hidden → George Weasley

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ANNND the baby has been born! I have no idea of what people think about the name, but I am addressing the surname issue in this chapter (Ella and George are not married yet!). If you are liking this story so far, I want you to tell me what your favourite chapter is! 

They were given the all clear to go home a week later. The flat above Fred and George's shop had been changed, and there was even a bedroom for the baby. 
"George!" Ella exclaimed happily, still extremely emotional. "You did all this?" 
"All me," he assured, smirking. 
"Excuse me?" Fred yelled, from in the shop. Ella started laughing. Emma was too big to be in the cot, so she was in a small little baby bed that clipped onto the edge of Ella and George's. She was currently there, silently asleep but Ella and George were not holding their breaths. They spent the rest of the day learning how to be parents, like changing nappies, breastfeeding, and holding the baby safely, with the help of Mr. Weasley (Mrs. Weasley was doing something very important.)

Currently, they were sat on the sofa. Ella was lying on top of George, and had her head resting on his chest, almost going to sleep (although, the moment Emma made a move both of them would be up). 
"Ella?" George whispered, stroking her hair. 
"Hmm?" Ella replied sleepily. 
"Remember that promise ring I gave you?" 
"Yeah." She held the chain up. 
"Well, I want to change it." 
"Huh?" Ella looked up at him, a little more awake. 
"Ella Hardy," he started steadily. 
"You're about to propose, aren't you?" 
"Will you do me the favour of becoming my wife?" 
"I freaking knew it." 
"Not an answer." 
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes. Of course, yes!" Ella sang, now awake and smiling. Before any more words were exchanged, the moment was ruined by a cry coming from their bedroom. In the ruffle of getting up, they both fell. Ella landed on the floor, George hovering above her face. 
"George?" 
"Yeah?" 
"I love you." 
"I love you too."