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𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙

𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙: 𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐺𝑒𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐻𝑜𝑔𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔(𝑠): 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑚𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 1.7𝑘 (𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝐼´𝑚 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦)

𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

Early mornings were never something you and George enjoyed. Of course, on weekdays there was no possibility for the two of you to spend a lazy morning in bed, just laying content in each other's arms while the rays of the early sun painted the sky in beautiful colors. Those mornings were for weekends and holidays and even then there was no guarantee you two could sleep in.

Though, since today was Sunday, it surprised you even more when you opened your eyes, slowly adjusting to the bright light in the room, only to find the other side of your shared bed empty. Sure, nowadays lazy mornings were not guaranteed, even on weekends but waking up in an entirely empty bed was new, even to you. That's when a loud thud from outside the bedroom tore you out of your thoughts.

Carefully getting out of bed and walking out into the hallway, you tried not to be too loud. Whatever your idiot husband was up to, you'd catch him in the act.

"Shhh princess we don't want to wake your mother up do we?"

"Sorry daddy.", you recognized your husband and daughters' voices coming from the kitchen.

Carefully tiptoeing around the corner, you were met with a sight that made it hard to stifle your laugh. Your daughters' small giggles echoed through the apartment at the sight of her father covered from head to toe in flour, including the kitchen floor and even some on her bright red hair.

"Oh, so you find this funny huh?", George grinned at the 4-year-old who was covering her laugh with her tiny hands, obviously finding great fun in seeing her dad full of flour after she "accidentally" knocked it over.

She let out little squeals of joy when her dad picked her up into his arms only to tickle her side. The sight of it nearly made your heart melt. Seeing George so happy with your little girl was everything you had ever dreamed of. The thought of it alone was what kept you sane back at Hogwarts when you went through tough times. You had dreamed of spending your life with the only person who made you feel safe. Who made you feel like you could be yourself and no matter what would come, what would change, as long as he was by your side it would all turn out fine.

George had proposed to you a while back. Things started out a little complicated when he and Fred first opened the joke shop, the stress and many customers keeping you two apart definitely had some doubts coming up from both sides, but it was nothing long conversations in the evening over dinner and compromises didn't change.

"I'm just tired of it George. I never see you. You leave the house before I wake up and come home after I'm already asleep. I don't even remember when we last had dinner together!", you complained, turning over to face your husband, who had once again arrived late, not expecting you to still be up.

"I get that but you can't blame me for doing my job. This joke shop is everything I've ever dreamed of it's my priority I-"

"I should be your priority, George, I'm your girlfriend! Please, I just... I really miss you, okay? I want to be with you I want to spend my life with you. But this-", you pointed between him and you, "this is not how I want us to to spend our time together."

There was a brief moment of silence in which neither of you spoke. You were beginning to think George was about to argue back until you heard a heavy sigh fall from his lips.

"You're right. I'm sorry, you're right I just- I finally did what everybody told me I could never archieve. The shop is going great and it makes me so proud to prove everyone wrong who didn't think it would work out. I guess I just kind of got lost in it I'm sorry darling.", he took a step closer to you, pulling you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you firmly. "I'm sorry-", he placed a tender kiss on the top of your head. "I'll talk to Fred and make sure I get home earlier, okay? I love you."

"I love you too."

George always used to stay late in the shop, but since Violet was born, and you just announced your second pregnancy a few months ago George had made sure to take some time off during weekdays and him and Fred had hired Ron to occasionally help out in the shop. Two years after the opening you had asked him to officially move in with you.

"What's that for?" George picked up the key out of the small box, a confused frown covering his face.

"Darling when you said my Christmas present was going to make me speechless, I was picturing something a little...bigger. No offense."

"Georgie, you're an idiot." Resisting the urge to face-palm you took the key out of his hand, only to reach into your back pocket to pick out an identical one.

"So... we got matching keys? That's..cool?" An almost annoyed sigh left your lips together with a chuckle, your boyfriend's obliviousness was almost too adorable.

"I bought an apartment. It is much bigger than my old one. Has three bedrooms and a bigger kitchen because I know how much you love cooking." George still looked at you, having no clue what you were hinting at, waiting to finish your sentence.

"I'm asking you to move in with me you dumbass." There was no sign left of the before present frown on his face, instead a huge smile took over his features. Not a grin, not a smirk, a real, happy, loving smile.

"Why didn't you just say that?! Yes, love, I'd be the happiest man in the world to move in with you." He caressed your face with both his hands gently while pressing his lips to yours, the smile still evident on his blushing face.

"Mommy help me!" Violet giggled when she spotted you in the corner watching with a grin spread across your face. As if on command George quickly let Violet down.

"She started. I'm innocent.", he walked over to you as he took your hands into his.

"Of course.",you laughed before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Violet clinging to your thigh made you pull back for a moment, the toddler obviously wanting your attention just as much. "And who do we have here?" You smiled down at her.

"Morning mommy," she grinned before her gaze wandered to your growing bump "good morning baby.", she whispered while her small hands were hovering over your stomach.

Violet had just as much of a habit of speaking to your unborn child as George did. He would often read to you in bed, one hand on your stomach, sometimes just resting his head on it to hear the baby's heartbeat or feel it kick, and whenever it did, it made George's entire day.

"There it did it again! That's so awesome did you see that?!"

"Yes, George that thing is inside of me it would be rather weird if I wouldn't." you smiled at your husband's excitement. You would never get tired of seeing him so excited of starting his own little family.

"And may I ask what all this is?", you gestured to the flour covered, once wooden floor, which now looked as if a bunch of snowmen had died in your kitchen.

"Your little devil here was convinced she could pour the flour into the cup by herself. And after half of it landed in the cup, the rest landed on my head, and then on the floor."

You would've rolled your eyes at his statement, but it was hard to prevent a smile when he looked at you with such innocent eyes.

"And why did you bring the little devil into the kitchen in the first place?"

"Because daddy always makes it wrong!" Violet giggled, answering for your husband.

George fake gasped at her statement. "I'm offended! I thought you said my food is so much better than your moms."

You too turned your head to Violet, with raised eyebrows, who switched between looking at you and George, not sure whose side to pick.

"As much as I would love to continue this discussion, and I do, but honey your mom is probably already waiting for us, and you still haven't made the cookies. And the kitchen is still a mess.", you sighed.

“I only didn´t get to make the cookies yet because I was sabotaged!”, he pointed to Violet who was now hiding behind your legs, using your (george´s) sweater to stifle her laugh. If you didn´t know it any better you would assume to have two toddlers walking around in your kitchen right now.

At least once a month the Weasleys organized a family breakfast, everyone always making sure to bring something with them. This weekend you and George had volunteered to make some of your famous chocolate cookies. Even if you knew the chances of Ron eating half of them before everyone else even arrived were pretty high.

With one flick of his wand George cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and on himself.

"Alright you-" you pointed to George "cookies. And you little devil-" you picked up Violet "you're going to help mommy pick out a nice dress for you, okay?"

"Can I wear the one with the red spots?"

"You mean the strawberries?" Violet nodded her head in excitement.

"Of course, sweetie come on." You pressed one last kiss to your husband before walking down the hallway to Violet's room.

This was perfection. Your daughter in your arms, another miracle on the way, together with a perfect husband who loved you endlessly. You couldn't wish for anything better. This was your life, your chaotic, messy, sweet life with a toddler for a husband, and a little troublemaker as daughter, your dream life. And you wouldn't change it for anything in the world.

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