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Ella came downstairs with a small overnight bag hanging from her shoulder. She had made dinner earlier and cleaned up the mess before packing a few things.

George was lying on the couch; Fred sitting on his stomach leaning against his father's raised knees. George's hands held his son's and had the toddler doing all kinds of crazy movements, causing Fred to laugh hysterically.

The sight before her brought a huge smile to Ella's face. Everyone who saw Fred said he looked just like her, but she could only see George. Despite his dark hair, Fred was nearly an exact replica of his father. Every feature on her son's face was the same as George's including the soft brown eyes and freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks. Fred was in so many ways his father's son.

When George saw his wife he put Fred on the floor and stood up to meet her. He pushed the bag off her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her slender frame. Having a baby had left Ella a little plumper in some regions, but George didn't seem to mind.

He took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of her. Ella twined her arms around his neck and pulled him close. They had come up with an arrangement before Fred's first birthday. On May first Ella took Fred to her parent's house. They stayed there until the third when they went to the Burrow. Victoire had agreed to celebrate her birthday a day late because she figured that gave everyone an extra day to think about her presents. Ella's parents loved having a little extra time with Fred.

"You know where I'll be if you need anything," Ella murmured into his neck.

"I love you, El."

They both felt a little hand on their legs and looked down to see a disgruntled Fred, not happy about being left out. George laughed and bent down to pick him up.

"You'll be good for your mum, won't you?" George asked the toddler.

Fred nodded and reached out to Ella, lunging into her arms. "You're almost three and just about too big for this," she laughed. Fred only tightened his grip around his mother's neck, giving a tremendous yawn at the same time.

"Well it looks like someone's sleepy," Ella said.

George leaned down and picked up Ella's overnight bag. He put it back on her shoulder. Fred rested his head on her other shoulder and rubbed his tired eyes.

Kissing his wife soundly on the mouth, George rested a gentle hand on Fred's back. Ella wished they didn't have to go, but the arrangement had proved beneficial for everyone involved. George pulled away and kissed her forehead and then they were gone.


Before Ella evened reached the door of the huge manor it was flung open by Diane.

"Nana!" Fred exclaimed.

When they got into the house Fred was immediately taken from Ella by his grandmother.

"You look sleepy," she said, carrying him upstairs. "Let's go to sleep and you can dream about all the fun things we're going to do tomorrow."

Ella watched the pair disappear. Her mother adopted a softer quality with Fred that Ella had never seen before. A moment later someone took the back off of her shoulder.

"You look tired too," her father stated wrapping a big arm around her shoulders.

Ella sank into him. "It's hard work being a mother." She smiled. "Especially the mother of George's son. They're exactly alike, I swear. Neither one of them ever run out of energy."

Thomas laughed and led his daughter to her old room. He set the bag down and kissed her goodnight. The next day Fred was mostly taken care of by his grandparents, letting Ella relax for the day.

The day after that, Ella and Fred arrived at the Burrow for Victoire's birthday party and Fred was again quickly removed from his mother's arms. George arrived shortly after the rest of his family.

He came up behind Ella and wrapped his arms around her waist. She turned in his arms and pulled him as close as she could get him. George dipped her low and kissed her deeply on the lips.

"Alright, that's enough you two," Mrs. Weasley scolded.

"You act like you haven't seen each other in decades," Ginny scoffed.

Bill laughed. "They act like newlyweds."

"Just trying to keep the spark going." George winked; tucking a hand in Ella's back pocket.

"Everyone's here! Can we do presents now?" Victoire demanded.

"Yes alright, dear," Mrs. Weasley said sweetly to her eldest granddaughter.

George insisted he give their present last and Ella could see the holes cut in the small box.

"Did you clear whatever that is with Bill and Fleur?" She asked her husband.

"It's harmless, I swear," he chuckled.

"Wow!" Victoire exclaimed as she pulled the bright pink puffball out of the box. "What is it, Uncle George?"

"It's a Pygmy Puff." George grinned. Victoire laughed as it scuttled up her arm.

"Really George?" Bill sighed.

"She's going away next year. She needs to learn some responsibility." George shrugged.

A few hours later, after night fell, George picked up a passed out Fred off the floor. He had chocolate cake smeared all over his mouth and between the sugar crash and playing so hard with his cousins he was out cold.

The last thing they heard before they left was Fleur exclaiming, "Louis, do not put ze Pygmy Puff een your mouth!"


George and Ella backed out of Fred's room quietly. She had managed to wipe most of the cake from his face without waking him up. George had slipped his shoes and jeans off and laid his son on the bed.

Ella pulled the door closed, trying not to make any noise. Once in their bedroom, Ella disappeared into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

"Well, what do you think?" George asked as Ella got under the covers.

She kissed his cheek. "I think we finally got it all figured out."

"So do I." George kissed her lips and chuckled as he pulled the covers over their heads.

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