Bloody Beautiful-Bloody Love (Book 4-George Weasley Love Story)

Chapter 59

George's POV:

I watch her as she finally offers me a slow nod, her nerves still showing through her eyes as she stares at me. I let out a soft sigh before I look down at my feet, ashamed of how I've been treating her these last few weeks she didn't deserve that after what she's done and what she's been through. My only thought is that she's leaving me because of what I've been doing the last few weeks. I feel my heart clench at the thought before I look back into her blue eyes, shining with unshed tears.

"I'm sorry Kitty for how I've been treating you these last few weeks. I'm sorry for not being there for you when you've woken up at night. I'm sorry for not trying to comfort you better after you told me about the memories that you were suffering from after Snape's death. I'm sorry I've been the biggest git in all of England again." (G)

"George you don't have to apologize, I know you're grieving. Fred was......he was your twin brother and I would be more upset if it didn't bother you at all. I only wanted you to let me try and comfort you, but you kept shutting me out." (K)

"Well never again Kitty, I swear it." (G)

I watched as her eyes filled with tears again as I pulled her against my chest for a hug. I felt her slowly wrap her arms around me as I smiled into her hair. I can almost hear Fred telling me 'good job your holiness' in the back of my mind and I know now that even though he's gone he'll never really leave me.

"Kitty love, what did you have to tell me?" (K)

I felt her tense in my arms for a moment before pulling away to face me. I watched as her eyes shine with tears again as she bit her lip before looking up to face me. I gently rubbed my thumb over her cheek but she took my hand away after a few moments.

"Promise me you won't shout or yell or scream. Please." (K)

"I solemnly swear that I won't scream or yell Kitty. You don't have to be afraid love, just tell me what's bothering you. I know it is, I can see it in your eyes love." (G)

I saw her nod a bit before looking up at me with her blue eyes shining bright with tears, her hands shaking nervously across her chest as she looked at me. I saw her take one last breath before she finally told me what had her so nervous.

"George........I'm....... I'm pregnant." (K)

I felt my face fall into shock at those three words. She's.....she's pregnant. My Kitty is pregnant, but why did she think I'd be angry, I mean it's mine right? I look back and see her biting her lip again as tears begin to leak from her eyes, and I realize that even crying she has the same glow that......that Tonks had when she was pregnant with Teddy.

"George.......say something please. I know there's a chance it'll be like me and I'm sorry but please say something, anything. Call me a horrible person for passing this curse onto a child, call me a bitch for doing this to such an innocent life, just please say something. Scream at me if that's all you can do for now." (K)

I don't say anything as I realize the reason for her fear was the same as it once was so many months ago. It's only now that I realize she was lying about how much it would bother her to have a child born like her.  She isn't afraid of my reaction because the baby isn't mine, and I feel like scum for even allowing that idea to enter my mind.

She's afraid of my reaction because the baby could be born a half-vampire like her. I realize now that night that we talked about having kids, the idea of them being born like her worried her more than I thought it possibly could. I could hear the guilt in her voice as well as the shame as she hung her head after looking at me. I see the tears start to increase as she turns away from me as I stand there still in partial shock that I'm going to be a dad.

"I'm sorry George......I didn't mean for this to happen......we can find out from a healer what the chances are that it'll be......be like me. I'm sorry." (K)

"Kitty, look at me. Now please." (G)

I finally shook myself out of it enough to address her and she turns back to face me, fear still shining in her perfect blue eyes as tears fall onto her face. I gently raise my hand and start wiping away the tears, not worrying about summoning them into a vial right now. I wrap my other arm around her waist gently pulling her toward me before I kiss her forehead and look back into those blue eyes of hers.

"I don't give a bloody damn if the kid's exactly like you Kitty. I bloody love you, even if I am the biggest git in the world. You are so bloody beautiful and I'm going to make it up to you for not being there for you these past few weeks and for pushing you away even when you were there for me. I love you and our child Kitty." (G)

I didn't give her a chance to respond before I pressed my lips to hers, feeling her respond almost immediately. Her hands wrapping themselves around my neck as mine wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to me. I pull away for a moment before looking into the blue eyes that captured my heart so long ago, before I kneel down in front of her. I see her look at me with confusion in her eyes before they begin to water again as I lean towards her stomach.

"Hey there baby, I'm your dad. I'm going to teach to how to pull off amazing pranks, and I'll teach you just how amazing and special your mum is because she is the most amazing witch I've ever met. I can't wait to meet you in a few months little princess." (G)

"How do you know it's a girl?" (K)

"A dad can always hope for a little princess that's exactly like his queen can't he?" (G)

I saw tears start to fall from her eyes again as she smiled at me and started to laugh. I stood up and gently scooped her into my arms and carried her back to the Burrow. I waved off mum, who had started to come out of the living room, before I carried her into the floo. A few moments later we were back in our London house, and I was kissing Kitty for all I was worth.

I never thought I would be this happy again after losing Fred so recently, but as I place my hands around my wife, I realize that it was alright to be happy. Fred would be ecstatic to be an uncle, and would threaten me to an inch of life if I ever again pushed her away out of grief for his death. I feel her pull away for a moment and drag me to the kitchen. I smile as I hold her from behind watching a bit disgusted and amused as she pulls out pickles and sliced pears as a snack. I can only imagine Fred laughing at Kitty for becoming the same way Scar was when she was pregnant, the definition of a weird eater.

"I bloody love you Katherine." (G)

"I bloody love you too George, but do you know if we have anymore chocolate milk?" (K)