You were Rosalind Potter, Harry Potter's older sister, you were the fiancée of Fred Weasley and you were 18 years old like him, your bestfriend was George so Fred's twin.

Today you found out you were pregnant and you were scared of telling him but he was gonna be so happy and you know it, you called him from the living room to tell him and when he enter the living room, he spoke.

"Yeah, babe? What do you wanted to talk about?"

Fred asked you, closing the door carefully. Putting his hands on his hips.

"Fred, I'm pregnant!"

You announced and Fred raise his brows and widen his eyes.

"You're pregnant?"

Fred asked you and you nod nervously.

"Yeah."

You said and Fred nod.

"Oh is this why you've been cranky lately?"

Fred asked you and you gasp and smack his shoulder.

"Hey!"

You said, and Fred look at you, apologizing with his eyes.

"Hey, I'm sorry! Just saying..."

Fred justified himself while you look at him, nervous again.

"Are you happy?"

You asked, wanting to know because you can't really read his face.

"Yeah! That's great! It's gotta be a little bit of you, a little bit of me. A party of three."

Fred said, taking your hands and dancing a little with you while saying that, making you laugh, he then remember something and his eyes widen.

"Oh! And this is great for the kids collection I was planning for the shop! Yeah!"

Fred said with a wide smile and you raise a brow like a 'really?' but you work at the shop with Fred and George so you knew it.