Saint Like

17

Fred and George had similar thoughts when they returned home to the flat that night. But their idea needed to remain a secret because it drove Penny up a wall to know. It began when George and Penny woke up. The sun peered through the soft white curtains and onto George's face like it happens every morning. He rolled over to Penny and saw that she was still sleeping.

Her petite body was rolled towards the door. Very gently, without startling her, he rolled her on her back. She stirred a bit and groaned but kept her eyes shut. George pulled up her sleeping shirt, which was actually his, and kissed her belly. "Hey son, this is your daddy. We're going to have so much fun when you're out here in the real-" Penny rolled over in her sleep.

George rolled his eyes and rubbed his wife's back until she woke up. "George, it is too early." She groaned like a grump.

He began to shower her with gentle kisses. "Well I believe that you have some stuff to do. Like speaking to your father, going back to the Burrow with my mother. You won't get any of it done if you're sleeping late."

She sat up, her hair looking like an absolute mess. "Fine." Huffing she changed her clothes and then stared at George. "If I have to be awake right now. So do you."

It was amusing to see his wife slightly annoyed in the morning. But he listened to her. George dressed himself for work and grabbed both of their wands. "You need this sweetheart?"

She ripped it away from him. "Yes." And stormed into the kitchen to eat.

"Would you like some waffles?" George was unsure of why she was annoyed this early. The waffles were quickly toasted thanks to a quick spell and he could see Penny's emotions change as she ate. "Feeling nicer?"

She nodded continuing to eat. "Sorry."

"It's alright dear." It would always be okay.

George helped Penny get ready for her morning without seeming like he was rushing her out of the flat. Once she was gone, Fred and George both began working on the plan. George wanted this to work because he was beyond excited to be a father. Fred, just wanted the boy to be named after him. This plan was a plan that included a lot of magic.

The third bedroom was going to be the nursery. They decided that it was best to keep the baby in his own room. Transfiguration took place, especially with creating the crib. It took a few tries between the two of them and an argument to get it large enough. Then the color of the room was argued. George wanted it to stay white. Fred wanted it to be red for the house colors. But to George that was putting pressure on the boy. It stayed white because of the line, "I created him!"

"You know George, we should put up that poster of Krum. And a little quidditch mobile or whatever those spinny things are."

"Freddie. I was thinking exactly the same thing."

The twins decked out the entire room in quidditch posters that they had and with toys that they transfigured from objects around the house. When they finished that, they needed to get to actual work. There was already a line forming outside the door. "George? You really going to name your son after me?"

He smiled at his identical twin. "Of course I will. You're my best friend."

The conversation had abruptly ended when parents began flooding in to purchase things for their children. They didn't see as many students anymore, mostly because they were all at school. However, business at Hogwarts seemed to be doing better than before. Ginny would send home the orders and the twins had managed to figure out how to ship orders there.

George didn't get a chance to speak to his brother about anything with substance until business lulled before dinner. "Fred?"

"Yeah George?" He finished restocking the shelf before turning.