George and yourself had decided to keep your pregnancy as much of a secret as possible (except for Fred of course).

Using oversized clothing to hide the bump, constantly hiding under the blankets, etc. Anything you could, really.

So, when the time finally did come for the family at the burrow to meet the little one, it was no less than nerve-wracking.

Opening the front door, George held your body close to his in a rarher protective hold. His hand hovered over yours as you held the baby, shushing them lightly. You two stood in the doorway when he spoke.

"We had a baby!"

George's voice held a sense of excitement (obviously), but also a bit of worry and tension. His smile seemed a tad more.. forced, to say the least.

As if he were preparing himself for the worst reaction possible deapite knowing the opposite was more than a likely scenario.

He held an arm over your shoulder as you held your baby girl/boy in your arms, the infant swaddled up tightly yet comfortably. They had a soft expression on their face; they had just fallen asleep.

Molly looked as if she could pass out then and there.

"You-.. you what, dear?"

She stammered, nearly dropping the plate she was holding. Her lips formed a wide smile, evidently containing her ecstatic nature.

Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione all seemed just as shocked. Bill and Fleur were sat over a cup of tea (which had since gone cold), Arthur was in the middle of reading the daily prophet, and Percy and Fred were arguing over something that had happened at the ministry. They have since frozen, with Fred holding back a knowing smile.

It was simply a matter of who said something about it first.