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So, I guess I'll post a little of what little I have written...? And remember, I'm rewinding a bit to where the first arrive at the Burrow.

“Do you need help with dinner, Mum?” Christelle inquired as she helped Abigail out of her jacket. Charlie took it from her to go hang up as he shepherded his daughter toward the living room.

“I think I’ve just about got it, dear. Why don’t you go join the others in the living room?” Molly said with a smile as she hugged her daughter-in-law. Christelle gave a small smile as she walked into the living room. She watched as Abigail and James played Exploding Snap with their Uncle George and Cousin Teddy before she went to join Charlie on the couch.

“Would you relax? You’re freaking Abigail out,” Charlie murmured as he slipped his arm around her shoulders.

“It’s a bit hard to relax when I’m expecting an attack,” she hissed back at him.

“Hey, listen to me. He’s not coming near any of you guys. Besides, look at how many Aurors we have just in case,” Charlie said quietly as he cupped her cheek. Christelle’s eyes travelled around the room. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Bill, Fleur, Kingsley, McGonagall, Hagrid, Percy, George, and Angelina were all around. Christelle’s eyes fell on her daughter as she watched her laughing along with James and Teddy from something George said.

Charlie followed her line of sight before gently kissing her shoulder and subtly touching her stomach. Christelle snapped out of her train of thought and grabbed his hand.

“Charlie,” she hissed as she did a swipe of the room to make sure nobody else saw.

“Nobody saw. Calm down,” Charlie chuckled. Nobody knew about her new pregnancy except for the two of them. Christelle caught Ginny’s narrowed eyes, and Christelle tried to look as innocent as she could.

“What are you two hiding?” Ginny asked loudly, causing everyone in the room to look their way.

“Nothing,” Christelle replied steadily as she mentally slapped Charlie upside the head.

“Stop staring at my wife like that, Gin. We aren’t hiding anything,” Charlie spoke up. Ginny turned her I-don’t-believe-you, narrowed eyes on him then and Charlie grinned easily.

“Muma, what is Aunt Ginny talking about?” Abigail asked in a whisper as she walked toward her parents. Christelle smiled down at her as Abigail started to climb up her father’s legs. Charlie chortled quietly as he picked her up, planting her on his lap snugly.

“Your Aunt Ginny is just talking nonsense,” Christelle replied tersely. Christelle turned to glare at her sister-in-law before kissing Abigail’s forehead.

“Ah, Chris, Charlie! I’m glad you finally made it. Now, where is my little angel?” Arthur asked with a bright smile as his gaze went around the entire room, never once looking at Abigail.

Abigail started bouncing on Charlie’s lap as she laughed at her Papa. “I’m right here!” she giggled. Everyone laughed lightly as Arthur went to pick her up.

“Of course you are,” he cooed as he hugged her tightly and sat down next to George, Teddy, and James.

Christelle glanced at Charlie for a minute and motioned with her head to the kitchen. He smirked as he grabbed her hand and led her away.

“Hey, mum, Charlie and I wanted to talk to you and Dad alone for a minute…” Christelle announced with a smile as she sat down at the counter and Charlie went to pick at some food. Molly swatted his hand away as he chuckled.

“So, what is it you need to tell me?” Molly asked as she kept stirring over the oven.

“Well, mum, maybe we should get Dad, and—” Christelle began before Arthur and Abigail bounced into the room.

“Muma, why do you call Grandma, Mum?” Abigail asked as she hugged her mother’s legs.

“Well, sweetie, she’s always been a mother to me, so after I married your father, I started calling her Mum,” Christelle said patiently as she pushed Abigail’s hair out of her eyes.

“But what about your Mum, Muma?” Abigail asked with round eyes. Christelle tensed slightly as she glanced at Charlie.

“Er, well, er, Ab-bigail—” Christelle stuttered.

“Abigail, sweetie, why don’t you go play with James and Teddy and let the adults talk for a while, hmm?” Charlie said sweetly in an attempt to save his wife.

“But Daddy!” she protested.

“We’ll continue this later, sweetie pie, promise,” Charlie smiled as he took her hand and tugged her toward the door to the other room.

“Promise?” she whispered.

“I promise,” he replied with a kiss on the forehead before returning back to the kitchen.

“Thank you,” Christelle murmured.

“We knew she’d ask about them at some point,” Charlie sighed.

“Have you talked to your parents at all?” Molly asked as she waved her spoon in the air.

“Heck no. They want nothing to do with me, and I want nothing to do with them,” Christelle muttered as she rubbed at her temples. Charlie rubbed her shoulders as he kissed her hair.

“Do they know about Abigail, though? I mean, they might change their minds; they may have changed period,” Molly continued.

“Doubtful,” she bit out.

“Dinner’s almost ready; can you guys make sure everybody’s cleaned up?” Molly inquired as she turned back to her soup with pursed lips.

“Yeah, sure,” Christelle said in a deflated voice as she passed Arthur. “C’mon, Charlie, we’ll tell them later,” Christelle mumbled and Charlie reluctantly followed her out the door.


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