Thanks I'm trying to keep them in character for the most part
Nope, I haven't mentioned it before. It's the horse things that flew the carriage from Beauxbatons to Hogwarts for Goblet of Fire. I thought people would think it'd be too corny if I made it a dragon, and since she went to Beauxbatons and they have Abraxon, I figured it'd be okay.?.
Thanks, Connie
Thanks, Emily

Ah that was so good. Wee Abi is just a stuborne as any other child. I'm sure Ron was like that too!
Great post Emily, I'm of to Read star light star bright now!
Soph xx

Thanks, Sophie
I'm sure he was
Haha, okie dokie! Thanks, Sophie

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“We tried to tell you earlier,” Christelle murmured, remembering the earlier conversation about her parents.

“Is Abi upstairs?” Christelle asked, thinking about Bobby’s threat.

“Yes, she’s there with Angie, James, and Teddy,” answered George.

“Can someone go get her?” Charlie asked and Christelle turned her sharp stare at him.

“Do you think it wise for her to see you like this?” Christelle whispered.

“I think it’s fine, Chris. I’ll tell her everything’s okay,” Charlie answered as he ran a hand through his hair, starting to sit up ever so slightly.

“And if she asks what happened?” Christelle replied.

“I’ll make something up,” he answered before looking toward George. “Go get her, please.”

George turned around and then stopped. “There’s no need,” he stated as they all watched Abigail jump down the stairs and out of reach of her Aunt.

“I’m sorry! She’s sneaky! She asked me to get something, and as soon as I turned my back, she ran for it. And I can’t run as fast as I used to now that I’m pregnant,” she panted as she held onto her belly, almost as if she were afraid it would fall off.

“It’s okay, love. I was on my way to get her anyway,” George smiled as he kissed his wife’s cheek and rubbed her belly affectionately.

“Mummy! Daddy!” Abigail wailed as she ran at them. Christelle caught her before she tried jumping on top of her father.

“It’s okay, sweetie, just gently,” Christelle cooed in her ear. Abigail nodded as she scooted closer to Charlie, and he smiled at her.

“I’m not breakable, sweetie,” he rumbled as he took her hand and pulled her into his side. “I’m fine, I promise,” he whispered.

“What happened?” she whispered back.

“Your Mum and I decided to have a wrestling match, and she won,” he whispered so only she could hear. Christelle narrowed her eyes as Abigail glanced at her before giggling.

“Mummy, you shouldn’t have hurt Daddy,” Abigail giggled and Charlie chuckled lightly before noting his wife’s facial expression.

“You’re right, sweetie, I shouldn’t have.” Christelle stood from the couch and wandered through the living room and down the hall, stopping in the downstairs bathroom as tears traveled down her cheeks.

Christelle cast a silencing and locking charm on the door before letting out a sob. She stared at herself in the mirror for the longest time before punching the face staring back at her multiple times until her fist was bloody and the glass was completely smashed.

I hurt him. This is my fault. I should have left before we started anything. I didn’t want to bring this onto my family. I should have left six years ago. “I didn’t mean to hurt him!” she shouted out as she stared at the ceiling.

She looked around quickly and spotted the shower. She settled into the tub and brought her knees up to her chest.

How can I be so selfish by putting my family in danger? she thought as she continued crying in earnest. She gasped slightly as the bathroom door handle jiggled before someone knocked on it.

“Chris,” Charlie asked in a worried tone. “Chris, c’mon. Talk to me, baby,” he said quietly as he leaned his head against the doorframe. Christelle flicked her wand at the door, causing the locking spell to disperse. Charlie opened it slowly, poking his head through as he looked around at the ivory walls, searching for her face. He spotted her in the tub and his heart broke at the sight of her mascara smudged down her cheeks through the tears, her splotchy face from the sobbing, and the way her body shook from the internal battle she was having with herself.

Charlie sat down beside the tub, on the floor and reached over to take her hand. She leaned her head on his arm as her sobs subsided.

“Talk to me,” he whispered after a while.

“You almost died…because of me,” she whispered and he started shaking his head. “And it wasn’t the first time, Charlie. And it won’t be the last. I’ve done this! This is my fault. And now you and Abigail are in danger,” Christelle finished.

“Listen to me, you did not do this. This is in no way your fault. I thought we went over this, when it all began,” he whispered as he turned around to face her and caressed her cheek.

“I know, it’s just, what if they get Abigail? Or this little guy?” she whispered as she pointed to her stomach. “It’ll be because of me.”

“We’re not letting them get to any of us. It’s been turned over to the Aurors. And we’re all going into hiding,” Charlie whispered with a simple smile.

“And now this!” she said in exasperation. “I’m making all of you go into hiding now! Charlie, this isn’t right!”

“Honey, I want you to look at me. We’re all a family, and families stick together through the thick and the thin. We’re going to be here for each other, and when one of us, or three and a half are being targeted by quite a few people, we’re all going to stick together. They don’t hate or resent you for this. They just want it to get taken care of as soon as possible, as do you, I’m sure.”

“But, Charlie, it’d be different if this was Voldemort we’re hiding from. These are my ex boyfriends!” she yelled in frustration.

“Everything will be fine. We’re not exactly all going into hiding, just you, me, and Abigail. The others will just make sure not to leave the house alone and stay in well populated areas.” Christelle rolled her eyes.

“Because that worked out so well the last time,” she muttered and Charlie smiled slightly.

“I promise everything will go back to normal soon,” Charlie said softly as he caressed her cheek, wiping away tears in the process.

“Things have never been normal, Charlie,” she whispered, the corners of her lips twitching. Charlie chuckled lightly before helping her out of the tub.

“C’mon, we need to go pack a few things before going into hiding… Don’t worry, Harry, Ron, Bill, and Dad are coming with us while we pack,” Charlie mumbled as he kissed her forehead.

“I don’t want Abigail to see me like this,” she whispered.

“Mum took her to Muriel’s already,” Charlie said softly while waving his wand and fixing the mirror. Christelle only nodded in response as she splashed water on her face from the sink. She sighed as the cool droplets calmed her anxiety. Charlie rubbed soothing circles into her back and she immediately turned on him.

“You’re supposed to be resting!” she accused suddenly. Charlie started laughing loudly as he ushered her out of the bedroom.

“I’m fine,” he snickered.

“No, you’re not! You were nearly killed! Lie down, right now!” she demanded.

“We have to pack, sweetie,” Charlie reminded her.

She glared defiantly at him as she pointed to the sofa.

“You owe me five galleons,” George muttered to Ron, and Christelle turned her glare on them.

“And you lot! Why did you let him get… Oh!” Christelle exclaimed as her hand flew to her stomach.

“What’s wrong?” Charlie asked immediately as his hand covered her own.

“I’m sure it’s noth—Owe!” Charlie steered her toward the couch as he kneeled in front of her, the others gathering around anxiously.

“Talk to me, Chris! What’s wrong with the baby?” he yelled in worry.

Hermione and Charlie both gasped when Christelle moved her hand away from her belly. A splotch of red covered her shirt and her hand was soaked in the red liquid.

“Chris!” Charlie shouted as Christelle’s eyes drooped to a close and her body slumped on the sofa.

“Did she get hit with something when you were attacked?” Hermione asked calmly as she pulled Christelle’s shirt up over her stomach and examined the wound.

“No! I made sure nobody got a chance to aim a wand at her,” Charlie said in frustration as he brushed the hair out of Christelle’s face.

“But you said Muggles were there too… What did they use to attack you?” Hermione asked as she glanced at him.

“Well, they had bats and…knives,” Charlie whispered as he turned pale and stared back at his wife.

“I can fix it here, but she needs to be taken to St. Mungos to check and make sure the baby’s okay,” Hermione said firmly before swirling her wand around. “I’m sure he’s fine, Charlie,” Hermione said gently when she finished.

Charlie nodded once before pulling Christelle into his arms, cradling her. Harry and Ron left first, followed by Charlie, Christelle, Hermione, George, Arthur, and Bill, everyone else already having gone to Muriel's.

What do you think?

I hope the babies ok!
PAMS

Hello Emily. I think Charlie was right in letting Abigail see him even though he was hurt so badly. I don't see how small children of withes and wizards would have the same feelings as Muggle children would have. They see someone get hurt and healed immediately with hardly a scratch to be seen from the previous wound. And the times they live in, I think children need to be told what happens so they can grow up with a sense of caution about them. Not live in fear, just know to watch out for things or people that might be dangerous.
Sure hope the baby is ok. And I hope Harry hurries up and finds and puts away that jerk and his gang. (Of course you can have any hero you want find and do away with them, I just love it when Harry is the hero. )
Great chapter Emily. I'll be watching for your next.

No promises.
That's a good point, but at the same time, I don't think it exactly good for them to see their parent(s) in such a state...
No promises
We'll see.
Thanks, Connie

hey good posts carry on...

Ooo...Emily I hope Cristelle feels better. She's great is that bad yin that she went out with before that has caused all this! Its a shame cause it seemes to make everyone sad, but I love how it seems to make them stronger.
I hope the witle baba is ok!
PAMS soon dear so we can find out!
Soph xxx

Thanks, Harita
No promises, Sophie, on the baby bit Thanks, Soph!

Good post

PAMS

K xx

Thanks, Katie

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Everything at the Hospital was long and stressful, but in the end, the Healers told Charlie that Christelle and the baby would be fine, they just needed rest. Christelle had passed out earlier from all of the emotions she had gone through, and the pain. The Healer also noted that Christelle probably didn’t realize she had been cut earlier because of the anxiety she felt for Charlie’s well being and the rest of her family.

Charlie and Christelle were currently laying in one of the beds in Aunt Muriel’s house; Abigail curled up on one side of Charlie with Christelle on the other. Christelle was ordered to be on bed rest for a while until she and the baby were stronger. Christelle awoke silently, breathing in Charlie’s scent as she rubbed at her eyes. She leaned up slightly, wincing at the movements, and pushed a few strands of Charlie’s lengthened hair out of his face. The hand on her waist slowly started drawing circles through the fabric of her shirt and she smiled.

She kissed along his jaw before leaving a chaste kiss on his lips. He groaned slightly when she pulled away and she grinned.

“If you want more, you’ll have to open your eyes,” she whispered as she nipped at his ear before starting to sit up. He kept a firm hold on her hips and pulled her back to him, careful not wake their daughter. He peeked open one eye at her before pulling her face down to his, kissing her softly.

“How do you feel?” he rumbled quietly when she pulled away for breath.

“A little sore, but other than that, fine… How are you feeling?” she asked quietly as her eyes casted downwards.

“Better now,” he whispered. She smiled slightly before kissing his cheek and going to stand. “Where are you going? Healers said bed rest,” he said with a quirked eyebrow.

“I’m just a little thirsty,” she said quietly as she continued for the door.

“Wait for me!” Charlie got out of the bed carefully, so he didn’t jostle little Abigail and her sleeping form. He grabbed Christelle’s hand and led them both to the kitchen, where they found Arthur and Molly drinking hot tea.

“How are you feeling?” Molly asked warmly as she poured them both a cup each.

“Better,” they both answered automatically and everybody cracked a smile.

“Is Abi asleep?” Arthur inquired and Christelle nodded slowly.

“I think you’re right, Mum,” Christelle murmured very quietly as she stared at her tea. Charlie narrowed his eyes at her as Arthur and Molly looked at her in confusion.

“About what, dear?” Molly asked with a frown.

“Aboutmyparents,” she said in a rush. Charlie knit his eyebrows together as he tried to decipher her sentence while Molly studied her closely.

“Why don’t you boys leave Chris and me alone, so we can have a little chat?” Molly asked kindly as she directed her attention to her son and husband. Charlie narrowed his eyes slightly before nodding once, kissing Christelle’s cheek, and leaving the room with Arthur.

Christelle sat quietly as Molly watched her over her cup of tea. Christelle took a sip of hers and glanced at Molly before staring back down at her steaming mug.

“What made you change your mind?” Molly asked quietly.

“I just have this feeling that I need to go,” Christelle whispered after a long silence. “Can I ask you something?” Christelle gazed at Molly as Molly nodded her head.

“How come you were so standoffish earlier when we were talking about my parents?”

“I don’t understand why you won’t talk to your parents… Maybe there’s something you haven’t told me about them…?” Molly said inquisitively as she studied Christelle further.

“I never told anybody other than Charlie and Ginny… My parents abused me growing up. That’s why I didn’t want to see them or for them to see Abigail,” Christelle whispered.

Molly reached across the counter and gently took Christelle’s hand in her own, squeezing it lightly. “Do you think they’ve changed?” Molly asked.

“I don’t really know. I just know that I should go see them,” Christelle murmured.

“Well, you’re not going alone. Arthur and I will go with you and Charlie. We’ll let George and Angelina watch Abigail.” Christelle nodded absently as Charlie came back into the room.

“Don’t worry, ladies, I’m not staying. Abigail is thirsty, so I thought I’d get her something,” Charlie said with a smile as he made for the fridge.

“Abigail’s asleep, Charlie; you’re eavesdropping,” Christelle said with a smirk.

“Maybe she woke up,” he answered after hesitation.

“She didn’t,” Christelle answered and Charlie made a face.

“I told you it wouldn’t work,” Arthur called, a hint of a laugh in his voice. Charlie’s grimace deepened as he turned his attention to the man he couldn’t even see.

“We’re finished talking anyway, Charlie,” Molly said with a chuckle. “When would you like to go?” she asked Christelle.

“Er, how about the day after tomorrow?” Christelle asked.

“Sure, I’ll tell Arthur; you talk to Charlie,” she said with a wink as she left the room.

“Tell me what?” Charlie asked as soon as his mother had left the room.

“Chris?” he asked again when she still had yet to answer.

“Daddy?” Abigail said loudly from the living room.

“She really was awake?” Christelle asked in surprise.

“No, she must’ve just woke up,” he replied as he started for the other room. “What is it, baby girl?” he asked sweetly as he picked her up and made his way back to his wife. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as he set her on the edge of the table. Christelle smiled adoringly at their daughter as she plucked her thumb tightly into her mouth. She still hadn’t grown out of that habit.

“I woke up and you weren’t there,” she said around her thumb. “And then I got hungry.”

“Weasleys,” Christelle muttered under breath, but she had a faint inkling that Charlie heard her because she saw his lip twitch and his eyes glance at her. She blushed slightly before moving to the cabinets to grab one of Abigail’s snack foods.

“Eat as much as you’ve been eating and you’ll starting getting a belly like your Uncle Ron, sweets,” Christelle murmured as she opened the pack of gummies and handed them to her.

“I’m telling Ron you said that,” Charlie said with a smirk.

“No need; I heard,” he said dryly as Ginny snickered from behind him. Ron, Ginny, Hermione, and Harry came into the room, Ron looking moodily.

“Am I really gaining that much weight?” they heard him whisper to Hermione, who shot a glare at the blonde.

“Of course not, honey,” she said sweetly as she patted his stomach lightly. Ginny snickered again and Ron shot her a glare.

“Anyways,” Harry said loudly to get them off the subject of Ron’s stomach area, “we filed the report, but we need you two to make your statements and sign the paperwork. And we need the list of names,” he finished.

“Names of what?” Abigail asked after she finished chewing the hippogriff shaped gummy.

“Nothing you need to worry about, sweets,” Charlie answered as he took her off the counter and urged her toward the door.

“Oh, Daddy!” she whispered suddenly.

“Hmm?” he asked as he bent down to her level.

She leaned into his ear and whispered something while everyone stared at them. Charlie looked up with a quirked eyebrow toward Ron before kissing Abigail’s forehead. “I’ll make sure,” he said with a wink before she continued into the living room.

“So, Ron, say anything interesting lately?” Charlie said conversationally as he leaned against the counter. Christelle looked at him quizzically and he smirked.

“What are you on about?” he asked from his spot by the refrigerator, looking for something to munch on.

Charlie chuckled lightly as he swished his wand in the air, summoning something. A second later, a jar filled halfway with money zoomed into the room, landing on the counter. Charlie pointed to the jar silently and Ron glared at him, searching his pockets for a sickle.

“Honestly, Ron, you should know better by now,” Christelle said nonchalantly as she ate one of Abigail’s gummies.

“I’d be careful, Chris, wouldn’t want a stomach like mine,” Ron said harshly as he thrust the sickle into the jar and glared at the woman.

“I’m pregnant, what’s your excuse?” she asked with a smirk and everybody around them, minus Ron, started laughing.

“Alright, before the two of you start dueling, can we get this paperwork settled?” Hermione asked as she stepped in front of her husband. Ron muttered something unpleasant and before Charlie could tell him to add another sickle to the jar, Hermione flung the folder at him. Charlie snickered as he surveyed the papers, handing one of them to Christelle to fill out.


What do you think?

Has Ron got a swearing jar? Love him to bits!

Abi is sweet, I'm happy everything is ok for now.

Hope things go well at her parents

K xx

Ron's hilarious... gettin a bit tubby hey lol

I hope Christelle's parents have changed... she needs more support.

Pams!

I love how realistic you make it! Little Abi is so precious!

Ok I have to admit, I lol'd at this. It is soo Ron!

And this too! Ron sounds a tad like my dad. He has quite the belly!
And I couldn't help but feel tention between Hermione and Christelle. Whats her problemo?
Hope I find out soon!
PAMS!
Soph xx

Probably not, because then he'd be broke
No promises
No promises
Thanks, Soph
I thought it sounded like him
It was just how she was picking on Ron, nothing else, really

New post And I'd like to dedicate this post to Jesse; may you always be in our hearts. Miss you.


“Mumma?” Abigail said sleepily from the floor. Charlie had already dozed off on the couch while Christelle lounged in an arm chair, wide awake.

“Hmm?” she asked as she glanced up from her book.

“Are you mad at Daddy?” she whispered. Christelle knitted her brows together as she studied her daughter closely. Christelle closed her book, marking her page and held her arms out for the little girl, who excitedly accepted the offer and snuggled into her arms.

“You silly, silly girl,” she cooed as she ran her hands through Abigail’s hair, causing her to yawn. “I’m not mad at Daddy, sweetheart,” she whispered with a kiss to her cheek.

“So you and Daddy aren’t going to break up?” she whispered as she tucked her head farther into her mother’s shoulder.

“No, baby, we’re not. Daddy and I love each other very much, just like how we…love…you,” she whispered as she affectionately bopped her on the nose with her forefinger.

“Promise?” she yawned.

“I promise,” Christelle answered.

“Mumma, is the baby going to take my place?” she breathed as she clutched her mother’s fingers tightly in worry. Christelle went rigid, startled at the idea.

They had told her the night before they had went to the Burrow, and she had seemed fine with it—maybe not completely understanding it, but fine all the same. They had taken her lack of enthusiasm as being too tired and had tucked her in. But now, the puzzle pieces seemed to be fitting together.

“Is that what you think is going to happen?” Christelle asked soothingly as she squeezed her daughter’s hand back reassuringly.

“Well, you were so happy about it… I thought you’d forget about me,” Abigail whispered and Christelle could hear the threat of tears beginning to release from the little girl.

“Sweetie, do you have any idea how happy we were when we found out that we were having you?” Christelle asked sweetly and Abigail sniffled slightly. She shook her head quickly against Christelle’s shoulder and Christelle wiped at her eyes.

“Daddy and I were more happy than you could ever imagine, love. You are and will always be our little girl, and we would never dream of getting rid of you, understood?” Abigail nodded weakly and Christelle smiled. “We love you very much, and we don’t plan on you going anywhere,” Christelle murmured in her ear. “Just because we’re having another baby doesn’t mean you won’t be Mummy and Daddy’s little princess, okay?” Abigail yawned again and Christelle scooted out of the chair, Abigail hanging on to her at the hip. “Let’s get you to bed,” she said lovingly as she kissed Abigail’s hair. “Give Daddy a kiss.” Christelle bent them forward so Abigail could kiss Charlie’s cheek. He stirred slightly, but didn’t waken and Abigail giggled.

“Charlie, time to go to bed,” Christelle murmured when she returned to the living room after putting Abigail in bed.

“Mmmm,” he groaned but didn’t waken. Christelle smirked devilishly as she straddled his waist, leaning in to trail kisses from his forehead to his chin. His hands moved to her hips as he smiled at her lazily.

“Now, what do I owe to this pleasure?” he whispered as she left a peck on his lips.

“Time for bed,” she whispered as she stared down at him with a smile.

“Why, yes, yes it is,” he said with grin and she shook her head with a smile.

“You, Mr. Weasley, are incorrigible,” she whispered.

“But irresistible,” he amended.

“Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night, dear,” she replied with a quirked eyebrow. Before she knew what was happening, he flipped them over, effectively pinning her underneath him as she squealed. He started tickling her sides as they laughed.

“What was that you were saying?” Charlie asked as he paused momentarily.

“That you are very, very irresistible,” Christelle grinned. Charlie kissed her lightly as they relaxed on the couch. He scooted down far enough to lay his head on her stomach as she fingered through his hair.

“Is Abigail already asleep?” Charlie asked quietly as his hand moved over the side of her stomach.

“Mmhmm,” Christelle answered. “She thought we were breaking up,” Christelle whispered.

“Really?” he asked as he looked up at her. She nodded and he frowned slightly. “What did you tell her?” he whispered.

“That we weren’t. That we were very much in love, and that we loved her just as much,” Christelle replied softly.

“Mmmm?”

“And then she asked if the new baby was going to replace her,” Christelle added.

“Is that really what she thought?” Charlie asked, perplexed.

“Yep, but I made sure she knew that we could never replace her and that we love her,” Christelle answered.

“That’s good; I’ll make sure I talk to her tomorrow,” Charlie whispered back before he dipped down and kissed above her belly button.

“Mmkay…”

“You know what we haven’t done?” he whispered with a grin and Christelle shook her head. “We haven’t chosen a name,” he said with another kiss to her belly button.

“And how do you suppose we choose a name without knowing the sex?” Christelle inquired, shifting slightly under his gaze.

“Oh c’mon, it’s going to be a boy,” Charlie said with the roll of his eyes.

“What makes you so sure?” Christelle said with a teasing tone.

“I just am,” he said stubbornly.

“Okay, fine, I’ll entertain for the time being… If it’s a boy, what should we name him?” Christelle smiled.

“What about Bryce or Jesse?”

“I do like those names,” Christelle mused. “And what if it’s a girl?” she asked with a smirk.

“I thought you were entertaining me?” Charlie asked with a frown and Christelle chuckled, which turned into a yawn. “I guess we’ll continue this later,” Charlie smiled as he heaved himself up from the couch and bent down to pick her up. She squealed lightly as she circled her arms around his neck.

“How about Bryce, Jesse, and Caroline?” Christelle murmured sleepily.

“As in Bryce or Jesse because it’s a boy and Caroline if it’s a girl?” Charlie asked cheekily.

Christelle didn’t answer him as she was lowered into their bed. She cleared her throat with a small “Ahem” before looking him square in the eye and smiling shyly. “No, Charlie, I do not,” she whispered. He looked at her in slight confusion. “At the hospital, when you were getting checked out, the Healer came in and told me some news,” she said quietly. Charlie sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at her expectantly.

“We’re really pregnant, Charlie,” she whispered. Charlie continued looking at her blankly and she sighed. “It’s triplets, Charlie,” she said softly and he went completely rigid before breaking out into a dazzling smile.

“You’re not joking?” Christelle shook her head with a frown. “Seriously?” Charlie asked in awe before smothering her in kisses.

“You’re okay with this?” she checked.

“Of course! This is incredible!” he laughed before stopping and staring at her. “Are you okay with this?” he asked as he cupped her cheeks in his hands.

She nodded silently as tears built up in her eyes. “I just didn’t tell you sooner because I didn’t know if you’d be okay with this! I mean, we’re not prepared! We were only thinking one more, and now it’s three! And Bobby’s still out there, and now he has a gang, and I don’t want to put them in danger before they’re even born!” she ranted on and on until Charlie hushed her up with a kiss.

“We’ll be fine, and yes, we weren’t prepared for three, but we can get prepared. And Bobby isn’t going to be coming anywhere near us because he has no way of finding us and we aren’t leaving the house until he’s caught,” Charlie said soothingly.

“Yeah, about that… We’re actually leaving the day after tomorrow,” Christelle said nervously.

“What for?”

“Well, see, this is actually what I talked to Mum about… We’re, er, going to see my parents,” Christelle whispered before she held her breath. Charlie tilted her chin up so she would meet his steady gaze.

“Is it what you want? Putting my mother’s thoughts aside, is this what you want?” he asked quietly. Christelle nodded slowly before taking his hand in hers.

“I have this feeling that I need to go back,” she said quietly.

He studied her for a very long minute before nodding. “Okay, we’ll go, but we’re not going alone and Abigail isn’t going,” he said firmly. She brought his hand to her mouth and lightly grazed her lips over his knuckles.

“I know,” she whispered. “Abigail is staying with George and Angelina, here. Dad and Mum are coming with us,” she told him with a small smile.

“Bill too,” he said immediately. “I think Bill should come too, just in case,” he said urgently and she nodded in understanding before pulling him farther up the bed.

“Are those the only secrets you’re keeping from me?” he muttered as he climbed under the covers.

“I think so,” she said with a grin. He chuckled a minute amount as he pulled her into his side, hugging her tightly. “I love you, Charles Weasley,” she whispered as she kissed his cheek.

“And I, you,” he answered as he intertwined their fingers.


What do you think?

Hello Emily. I've been keeping up with the posts. I'm just behind on the comments. I was reading all the replies also, but, I'm way behind as usual, so if someone already commented on what I'm asking please forgive my redundancy. I was wondering if Hermione and Chris are having issues? Or was she just upset for the jabs about Ron and his belly? But, even other than that, it just seems there is some ice between them.
Triplets! Oh boy! And I love the names that you picked out. I'll be watching to see what goes on with the meeting of the parents.
Great posts Emily. I'll be watching for more.

TRIPLETS!!!
Thay're going to be a handful.
PAMS!

New Reader!!

I've been meaning to read your ff for a while; I just started (on the last page like a silly reader who doesn't know she could be spoiling things by reading the last page first!)

Your writing is so easy and natural, and I was pulled into the story immediately. Now I've got to go back and find out about Chris's psycho ex-boyfriends before I see what happens with the triplets!

Excellent job! PAMS!!

We'll all miss Jesse


Aww bless her. She's a wee dolly. Thats so cute. I'm sure she'll love the new baby....but now I know its babies...!!!

LOL Charlie is so cheeky

Whaaa??? No way no way! Woow se's gonna get big!

Great Post dear!
Hope to get more soon.
Soph xx

Triplets is lots! Like loads! I know my aunt finds twins hard so Good Luch Charlie (thats a programme I don't watch it - my sister does obviously)

Love Abi!

Miss you Jesse! He would love this post Ems

K xx

It's no problem
Nope, no ice; it was just about Ron. I promise they're not having a tiff
Thanks, I thought they would be good names. Ah, yes, the parents...
Thanks, Connie!
Yes, yes they are. Thanks, Emily
Eeeep! Welcome to Beaus, Brutes, & Boondoggles!
Well, thank you, and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story as well
Awe, well, thank you
Thanks, Steflegan!
I know
If they live long enough to have them...
Hahaha, just a bit
Thanks, Sophie! I'll try and post more soon
It is going to be a handful, that's for sure. Will I be too much of a Disney dork if I admit that I may have watched that program a few times?
Thanks, Katie; I hope so.

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“So, this is where you grew up?” Charlie asked curiously as he, Christelle, Bill, Molly, and Arthur walked up the long drive to the estate.

“What were you expecting?” Christelle asked back. She knew it wasn’t his fault he knew next to nothing about where she grew up; she refused to talk about her childhood. And it’s simply because it wasn’t a pretty childhood, and she didn’t want to have to look back on it. But, as she walked down the driveway, she no longer had a choice as her thoughts were soon invaded by the less than pleasant memories. Memories that made her cringe slightly and Charlie rub soothing circles on the inside of the wrist he was holding.

“Nothing like this,” Bill supplied from her left. The large mansion sat directly in front of them, huge columns running up the front to hold up the large deck on the top floor. The shrubs around the front of the house were neatly trimmed and every flower that lined their path to the door was intricately placed. Some things never changed. Everything was in its proper place, and if something wasn’t, then someone would have hell to pay for it. It took everything in Christelle to not walk through the flowers and muck up the yard.

They all simultaneously paused at the stairs that led up to the large, eerily silent house. Christelle drew a deep breath in, smelling the honeysuckle and pine that still haunted her from her past. She shuddered before walking up the steps. The sooner they got this over with, the better.

Why did you want to do this? she asked herself for the umpteenth time that morning. She felt the others huddled behind her, Bill eyeing the woods that surrounded the left side of the yard and then turning to eye the houses in sight. Christelle already promised herself that she would not, under any circumstances, look at the house next to her parent’s. It would only make her flee before she stepped over the threshold.

Shaking slightly, she raised her hand to ring the doorbell.

Please don’t be home. Please don’t be home. She chanted it in her head repeatedly, suddenly chickening out.

“May I help you?” a woman in black slacks and a light purple shirt asked as she held the door open halfway. The housekeeper. She had forgotten about the housekeeper. It was a different housekeeper than the one she grew up, and the thought made her frown. Marlene was the only person from her childhood she missed; the woman was like her mother, though there was nothing she could do about the matters that Christelle lived through. She had tried once, and failed miserably. She almost lost her job for it. Christelle made a mental note to ask around and try to find Marlene before turning her attention back to the woman with pursed lips, awaiting the answer.

“I’m looking for Mr. or Mrs. Jeffries,” Christelle answered tartly. She eyed the housekeeper warily, wondering how much she knew about the family she worked for.

“And who may I say is asking for them?” she responded with her own eyeing of Christelle and the group behind her.

“A blast from the past should be sufficient enough,” Christelle answered with narrowed eyes. The woman obviously didn’t know much if she didn’t recognize Christelle. She wondered faintly if her parents would recognize her.

The door had shut when the housekeeper had gone to find the man and lady of the house. Everyone on the front porch was silent as they heard the distinct sound of high heels walking on the wood flooring toward them.

A tall woman with hair as blonde as Christelle’s pulled open the door, swept her eyes over them all before rising one eyebrow and smiling kindly. “We’re not interested in any Girl Scout Cookies, but have a nice day,” she said stiffly as she started closing the door.

“What’re Girl Scout Cookies?” Bill muttered from behind her and Christelle resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

“We’re not selling Girl Scout Cookies, Mother,” Christelle said dryly. The woman froze, staring wide eyed at Christelle.

“Wh-what did you just call me?” she stuttered as she gripped the door for support.

“What’s wrong, Mother, don’t recognize your own flesh and blood?” Christelle answered coldly. It didn’t surprise her—the woman never was much of a presence in her life.

“Chr-Christelle?” she whispered shakily as she glanced behind her in worry.

“Hmm, you remembered my name, I’m touched.” Charlie squeezed her hand lightly but she didn’t respond to his touch. “Well, are you going to invite us in or have us stand outside on the porch, to the curious eyes of your precious neighbors?” Christelle asked as she tapped the tip of her boot on the porch.

“Of-Of course,” Janet Jeffries said barely above a whisper as she held the door back widely.

“Ava, will you tell John to finish up in his office and meet us in the sitting area?” Janet said shakily to the housekeeper, who nodded and walked off. “Follow me,” she said briskly.

Christelle turned and nodded to the others. Arthur was staring around the house, trying to get a closer look at the Muggle home. Molly gave her a reassuring smile as Charlie kissed her temple. Bill seemed wary as he stared around at the many rooms that led off from the main hallway.

Christelle studied the house, too, as they followed her mother. Everything was the exact same. Cold and indifferent. She smiled sadly as she looked at a picture of Janet and John Jeffries. She had been in the picture, too, but they had folded the picture over and taken her and the cat out. The cat. Sigh. She missed Kitty the Cat. Kitty was her best friend in this hell hole. She died when Christelle turned nine.

“So, what brings you here?” Janet asked, cutting into her thoughts about Kitty. Christelle glanced at Charlie and wondered when she sat down on the couch with him and Bill sandwiching her in.

“I thought you might like to meet my husband and his family,” Christelle replied timidly. Janet’s eyebrows shot up through her bangs as she zoomed her vision into her and Charlie’s interlaced fingers.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Charlie said quietly as he nodded in the woman’s direction. Janet nodded in return before turning her gaze back to her daughter.

She looked different. Healthy. And stronger. She would never admit to it out loud, especially to her husband, but she did miss her daughter. But this is what she deserved. She didn’t deserve to be in Christelle’s life anymore, not with how she treated her; not with how she let John make her treat her horribly. John. Oh, how she wished she could just leave the man behind and run away. Stay far away from him and never turn back. But she didn’t have the guts, nor would he allow it. Speaking of which…

“I’m glad you stopped by, Randy; are you sure you don’t want to stay for dinner?” John asked with a smile as he walked the man into the room, with every intention to pass by and continue to the door. His eyes fell on the group, zeroing in on Christelle and he froze. The other man, Randy, on the other hand broke into a dazzling smile as his eyes landed on the blonde. Christelle cowered under the man’s gaze, scooting closer to Charlie and tightening her grip on his hand.

“Why are you back?” John said flatly as he glared at the woman.

“She thought we might like to meet her husband and his family,” Janet spoke up quietly. John ignored her as he continued glaring at Christelle.

“Do you want money? Well, you can’t have any,” he said with an angry tone.

“We don’t want, nor need, your money, father,” Christelle said steadily. Randy smirked as he took a seat next to Janet.

“I think I might just stay for dinner after all,” Randy stated as he continued smirking at Christelle.

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