George returns from the shower, scrubbing his wet hair with a towel, drawn by the sound of Katie’s and his mother’s laughter.

“What’re you lot looking at?” he asks, peering over the back of the sofa, freezing when he sees that dreadful photo album. His and Fred’s baby photo album.

Molly is eagerly pointing at each photo, animatedly sharing the embarrassing stories behind every one.

“Merlin, Mum. You can’t show her that,” he gasps.

“Oh, don’t be silly, George. You two were adorable. Weren’t they, Katie?”

You meet George’s slightly bewildered gaze, and his flushed cheeks only make you laugh harder.

Fred appears from the kitchen, grinning. He leans over to join in mocking his brother.

“They’re your photos too,” George warns, narrowing his eyes at him.

Fred’s grin falters as he gets a look at the album. “Maybe you should put these away, Mum. Katie doesn’t need to see all this.”

But Molly just sighs fondly, brushing her fingers over a photo of the twins in matching dragon pajamas.

“Honestly, looking at these... doesn’t it just make you want to have little ones of your own someday?”

The room falls quiet for a beat. Fred clears his throat loudly and escapes back toward the kitchen.

George gapes at her. “Mum!”

“What? I’m just saying! I wouldn’t mind another batch of redheads running around the place,” Molly says innocently, giving Katie a knowing wink.

George looks away, tugging at the towel on his head a little too aggressively. But you catch it, just for a second, a flicker of something softer in his eyes as he glances at you. A thought unspoken. Maybe even one he's been quietly entertaining.