Fred, George Weasley and you, Rosalind Potter, has been bestfriend since first year, you love Fred and he loves you since fourth year, you did the first move in sixth year, on a kayak at night, it was Fred's idea to get out of Hogwarts off curfew.

You and Fred got a baby in seventh year since you're both engaged. Your baby was named Winifred George Weasley, a healthy baby boy. He was only 5 days old so you were exhausted from birth and Fred was taking care of you.

You groan in the middle of the night, rubbing your eyes because you felt someone gently shake your shoulder, when you opened your eyes, you found Fred, shirtless and standing beside the side of your shared bed.

"Love, sorry to wake you up.. but where did you put the formula?"

Fred asked in a whisper, not wanting to wake you up entirely, knowing you were very tired and exhausted.

"Winifred is awake?"

You asked in a whisper but Fred quickly spoke before you could say anything else.

"Yes, but I'm gonna do it... Where is the formula?"

Fred reassured you annd asked again, stroking your shoulder as you yawn.