Fred & George Weasley Imagines/One Shots

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader 

Requested/About: Super fluffy, the reader and Fred are expecting their first child. 

Prompts: 

82: His hand rested on your bump, feeling the tiny feet kick out. 

87: You held the newborn in your arms, tears filling your eyes, staring down at the little life who was the spitting image of their father.

91: Hearing the cry of the new life in the room, he held onto your hand tight, his eyes filling with tears.

95: Covering your mouth with your hand, you looked down at the pregnancy test, calling out for your husband.

Warnings: Mention of food and eating

Late. Again. You stared at the calendar, your eyes focussing on the red circle around the day you were meant to come on your period, last month - nothing, this month - still nothing. 

Sighing, you slumped down onto the sofa, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes. 

"I can't be, can I?" you whispered to yourself, Fred still asleep, knackered from overworking himself. 

Your periods weren't ever on time, they were irregular, and some months you missed them due to stress from work, last month you assumed that this was the case, so you never mentioned it to Fred - who only seemed to notice the fact the two of you had an extra week of sex. 

The two of you were careful, always had and used protection, you were married and had mentioned bringing a little Weasley into the world - but this soon? You weren't sure he would be happy about it, especially with how demanding his job had started to become, his business finally soaring.

Standing up, you walked over to the kitchen counter, placing the already plated, warm pancakes into the microwave. Pulling out the post-it notes and your ink-filled quill from the drawer, you scrawled out a message for Fred before leaving to buy a pregnancy test from the pharmacy. 

'Freddie, 

Gone out for some fresh air but I won't be too long, I've cooked you some pancakes for breakfast they're in the microwave if you need to reheat them.

Be back soon, 

I love you, 

- Y/N.'

Your tummy tightened as you stepped outside, the same feeling of nausea hit you like a bludger, but you could handle it better than before as you had gotten used to it around this time of day. Zipping up your coat you winced, your swollen breasts being pushed back against your chest as the zip got higher. 

"Fuck" you whispered "Don't overthink this, you feel sick and have swollen breasts around the time of your period anyway Y/N."

You hurried down the steps and down the street, the deep orange and brown crispy leaves crunching beneath your feet, people you recognised passed by holding onto great big pumpkins, head to toe in warm clothes to protect them from the cold and rain.

Reaching the pharmacy, your nausea got the better of you, hunching over the bin you vomited up your pancakes, your tummy doing flips and your head racing like the Nifflers searching for gold. Wiping your mouth with your sleeve, you pushed the door open and walked inside. 

Fred finally woke up and slowly emerged into the kitchen, searching the fridge for leftovers until he found your note. Your handwriting brought out the biggest smile on his face, causing him to stare down at his wedding band, running his finger over it, thinking back to the wedding night.