WARNINGS // Dad!George, pregnancy, Husband!George, overprotectiveness, being a good dad, fluffy mornings, food n bacon
A/N // @vogueweasley i love you this is for you bc you inspired me ✋Also thank you all so so much for 1.4k, something I never thought I'd actually achieve 😭
Light snores filled the room, creating an ambience of warmth and comfort in the air. It had been a tiring day for your husband, you could tell that from the fact that he was currently dozing away on your chest, something that didn't happen often considering that his sleeping habits kept him awake after you and well into the night.
You admired just how beautiful his features were and how peaceful he looked as you continued to run your fingertips through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp. His small snores were enough to warm your heart as you laid your head back against your pillow and attempted to drift off yourself, to no avail.
The one thing keeping you up was the baby that was very much awake, kicking around and squirming like there was no tomorrow. Your baby only ever seemed to calm down at their father's deep voice but never your own, so instead you watched as their little hands and feet pushed against your skin from the inside, being able to see the faint outlines of each finger and toe, your hand coming to press them down, in essence playing a small game with them.
Earlier in the night George had sang a soft lullaby to his baby as he gently rubbed over your belly, the sight of him interacting with his child made you all the more excited for your little miracle to be here. You didn't expect to fall pregnant so quickly after marriage, it seemed to happen so fast, after not even a year of marriage you showed him your first scan, he was so emotional that he cried over and over until he fully realised that he was becoming a father.
George was the perfect husband, aside from the endless love and affection he gave you, he would constantly be treating you, whether it was to dinner or just a bouquet of roses. If you were being honest, you didn't deserve the kindness he showed you, hell you didn't deserve something as good as him, but he made you believe it, in his actions alone - kissing every inch of your soft skin until you felt the love he was giving.
You had eventually drifted off to sleep, lulled into the morning by the dim lighting and comforting atmosphere. You were only brought out of sleep by the enchanting smell of bacon, George knowing that one of your biggest cravings was a gorgeous bacon sandwich, giving you the insensitive to swing your legs out of bed, pulling on a hoodie before walking, or perhaps maybe waddling, out to the kitchen.
You strode up behind him, hand running up and down his back as you pressed your cheek to his bicep, inhaling the scent of the sizzling bacon deeply and with a satisfied sigh. His groggy, but comfortingly deep morning voice rang through the kitchen as he leant down to press a kiss to the top of your head. "Good morning, trouble."
"Morning, Georgie." You mused, pulling away from him to pack up the paperwork that you had left on the island counter, tying up a space for the both of you to eat. The clatter behind him made him look over his shoulder, immediately pulling away from the pan to pull the books from your hands, placing them down on the floor himself. "You know you're not supposed to be bending over like that, baby."
You rolled your eyes at his remark, giving him a playful slap on the shoulder as you went to butter the bread for the sandwiches, flicking on the already half-filled kettle while you were at it. "I'm not completely useless, you know."
"Well, someone has to look out for you and little Weasley." He smiled fondly at you, arm slinking around your hip lazily as he pulled the bacon from the pan.
You sighed, using a fork to pull the pieces of bacon into the sandwich, finishing it off with a bit of ketchup, cutting them into half before moving the plates over to the island. He had taken the time you used preparing the sandwiches to pour you out some juice, before pulling his favourite mug from the cupboard to make his morning coffee, something you missed dearly about the shared morning routine you had since falling pregnant.
You went to pull the chair out for yourself, only to be met with George clearing his throat, giving you wide eyes before rushing over to pull the chair out for you. You didn't hate the way he became so overprotective since finding out he was going to be a father, knowing that when the time came, George would be the best dad any kid could ever want, thanking your lucky stars that you'd ended up with a good one.
The moment you sunk your teeth into your sandwich, if you weren't already knocked up, you would have been straddling your husband's hips and peppering kisses all over his face. George’s cooking skills were to die for, and even in something as simple as the bacon sandwich, he never failed to blow you away. "Ready for today's scan, my love."
You nodded at his question, reaching for his hand and running your thumbs over his knuckles. It was nice to see that no matter when the scans and appointments were, your husband would always make sure that he had the day off work not only to take you but to be there with you every single step of the way. "I love you, George Weasley."
Summary // Fred Weasley has been set up to publicly date Y/N, London's best Quidditch Seeker in order to drum up some publicity. Y/N however has a different ginger man on her mind; George Weasley.
He was giving you that look. not the look, that look - the one that told you to stop doing what you were doing. It wasn't often that you'd layer it on thick for the press, making sure that you're giggling as you press your hand to his chest. With each flash of a picture you make sure you're striking a different pose. It was hard work being a liar, but it was even harder work without the publicity you gained.
Your Publicist Cheryl or 'cherry' as she begged you to call her, had devised her own scheming plan to generate not only some amazing press for you, a well established quidditch player, but also some well-needed hype and sales for Fred Weasley's shop. After all, it's not every day that London's best quidditch player was dating Infamous Fred Weasley, Gryffindor Star beater and all-in-all stellar man. The plan had been well and truly in action for just over four months, With Fred the main face of the shared brand with his brother George, it felt like the best option according to Cherry.
You were leaning into Fred, answering press questions about the latest win, how you were feeling about the upcoming game and, of course the all too regularly asked update on the relationship. You were 'very happy with a man like Fred', he was smiling down at you, gushing sappily "She may be the best Seeker in the game, but my god is she a keeper." The line made you sick to your stomach, When Cherry had pitched it to you both, you were groaning in disgust, but as she pulled the lollipop from her bright red lips with a pop, staring at you with raised eyebrows, you knew it had to be done.
As the interview began to wrap up, you thanked the photographers and journalists, grabbing Fred's hand and interlocking your fingers with a beaming smile, you made sure the cameras could see, after all the last issue of the Daily Prophet branded it as a 'winning smile'. You were escorted away from the press, once out of sight from them, your hand dropped from Fred's grip. "Well done for not making that so not obviously fake." you quipped at him, going to pull your coat on and check your phone for any messages. He laughed, imitating your voice, "Oh, Fred, you're so handsome, won't you just kiss me right now?" You scoffed, throwing your bag over your shoulder. Your phone had three messages when the screen had lit up, your stomach feeling like it had butterflies when you noticed the name.
>> Do I get to see my beautiful girl later?
>> I got your favourite for dinner.
>> I miss your lips already
You felt like the luckiest girl alive in his presence, he made you feel like a princess - a queen even, with every night you spent with him. It all started at Hogwarts for you two, after all, It's not often you get to see the best Slytherin seeker and the Gryffindor star beater together. It really wasn't often because you'd been hiding your relationship for that long. He taught you quidditch skills that got you to where you are today during late, late night practices, often ending with makeout sessions on the grass as you straddled his hips,giggling into the bitter Scottish air.
You fell in love with George Weasley as a teenager, and for 6 years you had kept your relationship a well-guarded secret. Even through the war, you kissed each other goodbye, praying that it was only a see you later. You knew that one day you would marry the gorgeous man you loved so dearly. You tried to persuade Cherry, who had and still has no clue about your true relationship status, for it to be George you had a public relationship with, but she quickly shut the idea down because George was 'too quiet'.
<< I miss you so much Georgie… heading back to the shop with fred now
<< btw I'm staying over tonight, I won't suffer another night without kisses :'((
>> Just kisses? ;)
<< Shut up.
<< I love you xx
>> I Love you too, babygirl xx
>> Daddy can't wait to see you <3
George stood lazily, arms draped over the balcony as he was smiling down at his phone like a muppet. He was so head over heels with you that he wasn't sure what to do with himself. George wasn't mad that you had to fake date his twin, after all, he'd rather it be Fred than some random quidditch man, or worst of all, Krum. He knew and recognised how important it was to your career plus, what good businessman turns down the opportunity to rake in some sales? It hurt to read the papers sometimes, seeing how much attention you both got together, a part of him wished it was he who got to show you off.
When you entered the shop, you caught George's eyes immediately, a bashful smile spread across your face, immediately feeling like a schoolgirl again in his presence. Fred sulked off to his office, leaving you to browse the shop until your driver arrived to take you to team practice. You were browsing the upper back wall of products when you felt his stare on you, he was meters away from you and you ached to draw him in for a kiss. You reached out to him, making the grabby hands that he couldn't resist, he checked over his shoulder, seeing nobody, before waking over to you, he pulled you into a quick and needy kiss by your neck, his other hand finding your hip.
"I'll be home after practice," you mumbled between kisses. It was common for you to travel to his via floo, arriving at the place you truly called home, leaving a vacant and empty flat behind. He shook his head, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. "Too long to wait," he laughed softly, his lips pressing to yours again, you were just about to deepen the kiss when you heard Cherry yell out, "Y/N let's go or you'll be late for practice!" You sighed, leaving your boyfriend behind, fingertips being the last thing to separate as you walked away, leaving him dumbfounded.
Practicing with your team was always a long, tough grind, your captain worked you hard and she knew it was all for the best, she was due soon to step down from her duty as captain, leaving the team in your hands, so you felt like you were learning double constantly. The warm water running down your skin made you crave George's touch even more, pushing the thought of Fred's hand on your hip out of your mind completely, you simply couldn't wait.
When you arrived home, George, as promised had your favourite dinner ready for you. He was an amazing chef, using muggle techniques and tools to help create the perfect dishes without the need for magic. You shrugged off your jacket and bag, relaxing into the dining table chair as George brought out your bowl, his hands were massaging your shoulders as you ate, "Aren't you gonna eat, Georgie?" you questioned him, he smirked, "I've been waiting for you to get home so I could have my favourite." George was on his knees, hands reaching up to pull down your leggings, you lifted your hips up, allowing him to drag the material down each of your legs, hooking them over his shoulders,
You knew exactly what he was doing, your hands found his hair and he tutted, breath fanning over your pussy as he looked up at you. "I made your favourite for you, Princess, You always liked it when we eat together." His tongue darted out to lick over your covered slit, feeling you already wet through your underwear, he hummed in appreciation, his teeth pulling the material to the side before attaching his lips to your clit.
Every time he hummed against you, it made you shake, the task of eating dinner becoming more and more strenuous, as you struggled to swallow down the food while he was pulling such sinful moans from you. George's skilled tongue was fucking your cunt, swallowing everything he could like it was the last meal he'd ever eat, and godric did he think you tasted divine, his thumb came up to circle your clit slowly, bringing you closer and closer to the ege.
Thing is with George, he doesn't stop till he's got what he wanted. "Finish your dinner, baby," he smirked, a long finger slowly teasing your entrance, "I'm not finished until you are too." he was a determined man, by your second orgasm you could hardly hold up your fork, but nevertheless you soldiered on, managing to swallow the last piece just before number three hit, your legs were shaking and you were moaning incoherent sentences. That was possibly the best meal of your life, your weak legs could hardly hold you up when you tried to stand.
George pulled you up into his arms, carrying you to the bed where he found your favourite shirt of his, helping you change into it, he left to make you a cup of tea, bringing it into the bedroom for you. sitting contently beside each other.
George's phone buzzed on the side, he read the message from fred. Laughing before showing it to you, the irony all too funny for him to resist.
>> George, if only you had to do this… Fancy swapping places at the product launch on Saturday?
<< Love to, but I'm not sure that's how the whole twin thing works.
>> With an ass like hers, I don't mind it too much… shame, she seems like your type.
The last text from him made george both laugh and be angry at him sexualising his girl. You laugh, pressing a soft kiss to your boyfriend’s jaw before taking a sip of your tea, "He doesn't know George."
He hums a little bit before typing a reply.
<< It really is a shame, she does have a nice ass.
Hi babes i recently hit 1.6k and i am over the fucking moon with how amazing it is so see my work get the support that it does. When I started this blog I never thought I’d be here today with all of you amazing people but not to mention the amazing friends and mutuals I’ve made along the way. I love you all and I am thankful to you for making a difference in my life!
I do firstly wanna shout out @starlightweasley for being my muse and my partner in crime for writing Till You Make It, a lot of the writing is hers but I’m not gonna fic rec my own series so I’m just recommending her as a person as a whole bc she is an angel ❤️
Also to my Pirate Wives for listening to my mad ideas and supporting me to the very end I actually love you so much my loves 😭
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f.w - Ease Your Burden (Waiting For You: A Mini-Series) @gcdric
g.w - Don’t Be Cruel (Smut Time Machine Series) @slytherinsunrise
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