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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.


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