6 YEARS LATER

Angie and George were getting married – finally. It couldn't have come soon enough in Molly's opinion. After Fred (number 2, not my Fred) had been born, Molly had originally had a fit over the fact that both were not married and when Angie became pregnant for the second time, Molly had put her foot down and insisted they both married. And Angie, well, she didn't want to be showing when she walked down the aisle which led to a rather quickly planned but intimate wedding ceremony.

The ceremony itself was tomorrow and that was why I was busy finalising the cake. Originally, I hadn't wanted to make the cake for their wedding because I was filled with worry that if I somehow messed up the cake then it could potentially ruin their wedding day. But after a lot of persuading, I had eventually agreed to make their cake just so that they would stop pestering me.

Nevertheless, I wanted everything to be perfect. And, as I stepped away from the cake to look it over a final time I thought that it was perfect. I had spent a long time working on it and was immensely proud of the way the final product looked. Casting a stasis charm on the cake and making sure that it was perfect, I apparated along with it, into the Burrow.

Molly was already waiting for me in the kitchen. At the sight of the cake she gasped, covering her mouth with her hands and I looked at my mother-in-law cautiously.

"Merlin, it's beautiful," she breathed, approaching the cake when I had set it down on the table.

"I'm glad you like it," I admitted quietly, aware of the time and not wanting to wake anyone up. Especially not my twins who were sleeping soundly in their grandmother's home. "I was worried that it wouldn't turn out right."

"And why wouldn't it?" she asked, pulling back to give me a hug. "My daughter made it." Pulling away from me, Molly looked back at the cake and gave a wistful sigh, "I wish my wedding cake had been as beautiful."

"Well if you ever actually consider that vow renewal then I would be honoured to make it."

"Did you really think he was being serious?" she asked, referring to the time when, during one of the weekly family lunches, my father-in-law had proposed to her again.

"He was," I said with a smile, "He's even asking everyone to take some time off for when you decide on a date."

Molly turned red, becoming embarrassed under my eyes. At the sight of my blooming smile, she swatted my arm and began to hurry me away. "Have you seen the time? You all need to arrive here early tomorrow or you'll be late for the wedding."

"I know, I know."

"And besides, Fred's bound to turn up in a few minutes, demanding to know why you're not in bed yet."

I rolled my eyes but said nothing. Fred claimed that he couldn't sleep unless I was beside him but I knew that was a lie. After all, every time I had made him sleep on the sofa, he had slept just fine on his own. But without telling his mother any of this, I bid her a goodbye and apparated into my own home.

Sure enough, when I walked into our bedroom, I found Fred waiting. He was sat against the headboard, eyes focused on the open doorway and I wondered how long was left in his mental countdown until he apparated into his parent's home.

"What took you so long?" he complained, watching as I changed into my pyjamas.

"I was working on the cake," I explained, heading into the ensuite to brush my teeth. "I wanted it to be perfect."

"And is it?" he asked, minutes later, when I emerged from the ensuite.

"I think it is," I admitted, walking straight to the bed and lying down. Turning on my side to face him, I added, "Your mum thinks it perfect too."

"That's good," he agreed, lying down beside me. "So you don't need to spend anymore late nights in the bakery then."

"You say that like I've been pulling late nights for a month," I muttered against his chest when he pulled me towards him. "The only way I'll know if it's perfect is if George and Angie like it tomorrow."

"They will," he assured me, rubbing a hand up and down my back as my eyes started to drift shut. Merlin, I was tired. Turning so my back was against his chest, I settled down more comfortably to sleep as Fred continued to murmur, "George will like it as long as Angie likes it and well, Angie inhales everything you bake."

"Don't let her hear you talking about her like that," I muttered, already half asleep as Fred's hand delved under my shirt to splay across my stomach. "She's craving sweet things – I think she's having a girl."

"George hopes it's a girl," Fred admitted, his hand moving up.

My eyes opened, hand clamping down on top of Fred's to stop its progress. He wasn't going to let me fall asleep peacefully.

"What's wrong?" he said gently, nuzzling into my neck.

"You went to see Ginny today," I accused, making him remove his hand. Turning back to face him I jabbed a finger at his chest. "You went to see Ginny and played with baby Albus, didn't you?"

"So what if I did?" he pouted.

"Being around babies makes you broody," I muttered with narrowed eyes. "Every time you're around baby Albus you suddenly want another baby and I'm telling you this nicely Fred – no!"

"I'm a Weasley," he declared, the picture of innocence. "Being broody is in our genes. Besides what's wrong with having another baby?"

"Nothing," I admitted, "Apart from the fact that your mother is looking after our twins. Twins that have only just turned one and if you think we're going to have another baby so soon, then you've got another thing coming."

Fred pouted and I rolled my eyes. "Well we can practice, can't we?"

"Fred?"

"Yes, love."

"Do you want to sleep on the sofa, tonight?"

"No, love."

"Then are you going to let me fall asleep in peace?"

"Of course I am."

It appeared that he did have a survival instinct after all, I thought, wrapping my arms around his waist as I drifted off to sleep. Pulling me into his chest, Fred pressed a kiss to the top of my head before falling asleep to.