You were Rosalind Potter, you were Harry Potter's older sister and you were two years old older than Harry. Your bestfriends were the Weasley Twins since first year, but since fourth year you and Fred loved eachother but only acted in sixth year. Kissing in a kayak, at night, off curfew while everyone were sleeping, on the Black Lake, watching the moon above you both...

Fred proposed to you not too long ago. 2 years ago actually. When you both were 18 years old and he opened his shop, the Weasley Wizarding Wheezes with his twin brother, George. Now you both were 20 years old, you gave birth to a little boy when you were 18 years old. He's named Winifred George Weasley and he's now 2 years old, he got ginger head like the Weasleys and your dark green eyes.

You were pregnant with your second baby, of 5 months, you didn't know the gender because you wanted to keep it a surprise to when you give birth since with Winifred you wanted to know the gender but not on your second baby.

Yesterday you and Fred got a argument with something stupid. Nobody said something very mean to eachother but you were very sensitive on emotions since you're pregnant so you were still angry even today. You were doing breakfast in the house you lived in with your little family.

Making some grilled toast already ready and eggs in the pan, still feeling angry and sad from the argument of yesterday. Fresh in your mind. Today you, Fred and Winifred were gonna go to The Burrow to pass summer with all the family.

Fred came downstairs, already wearing his ginger suit he already wore but it was handsome. Winifred, him, was still upstairs, maybe sleeping since it's 8 am. Fred came in the kitchen that was just next to the stairs, smzlling this beautiful smell that greet him every morning. And seeing his beautiful wife preparing the food.

Fred approached from behind you, knowing that you were still sad and angry so he wasn't gonna be annoyed, he understand you... Fred wrapped his arms around your waist, hands on your bump.

"Still mad, honey? Hm?"

Fred kissed your cheek sweetly, he was feeling worried a bit since you were sensitive emotionally, he stroke your bump softly through your wool sweater, he was gonna be gentle, as gentle as he can with you like he always is.