The Years Between || G.W

2005- Violet's POV

***A/N*** Hey guys! Cute little baby Freddie chapter for you all! I'm debating between either an Emma POV next or a Walter POV next. Let me know which one you want to see in the comments! Till then xx

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"It's crying again,"

I roll over in bed and hit George on the stomach. He jumps up and wipes the sleep out of his eyes, "Who's there?"

"Your son. Go see if it's still alive," I grumble as I pull the covers back over my head.

Freddie has been home for a week and to say that it's been the longest week of our lives would be an understatement. I know I said that I just wanted George and me here to figure out what it means to be parents but fucking shit do I want some help right now.

"It sounds alive," George gets out of bed and I peek my head out of the covers just so I can watch his very bare arse walk out of our room. He stops in the doorway and looks at me, "Isn't it your turn?"

"Nope," I say with a smile on my face.

"It totally was your turn,"

I shrug my shoulders which just looks like me shimmying around in bed and he laughs, "You're a dick."

"Love you!"

George leaves the room and I can hear him walk through the flat and into the nursery. I close my eyes again and bury deep under my blankets.

"It wants you,"

I open my eyes and look at George. He's still arse naked and he's got our boy in his arms, "My nipples are no use to him."

"Grow a pair of tits and feed him then," I groan.

"Take it,"

"We should really stop calling him it don't you think?"

I sit up in bed and George passes me our son and kisses the top of my head, "It's six in the morning so I'm just going to start breakfast and get the shop ready to open. Eggs and toast?"

I nod and focus on Freddie, trying to get him to latch onto my tit so he can stop fucking screaming. George, much to my disappointment gets dressed and hops into a pair of jeans, "You're beautiful," he says to me.

"Die in a hole," I say back and he laughs.

I look down at the little goblin using me as essentially a milk machine and sigh, "You're lucky you're cute you know that?"

Once Freddie is full and satisfied, I get up out of bed and get dressed. And let me tell you, trying to get dressed while also holding a newborn child is a lot more difficult than you would think. I shuffle out of our room and George looks at me, "My two favourite humans!"

"You're slowly becoming my least favourite human," I say to him, crossing the kitchen and kissing him on the lips.

"How's the boy?"

"Fed and awake," I look at my baby in my arms and he stares up at me with the same browny blue eyes that his father has, "You're a bit of a menace aren't you?"

"augagga," Freddie says.

"I agree,"

George laughs, "Why don't you do the baby voice with him?"

"What do you mean?" I go over to the dining table and sit down, making sure that Freddie's head is securely supported by the crook of my elbow.