'And he's the best fuck that ever walked. He's beautiful - rich, in money and everything else; he's a rockstar to boot, trapped in the body of a fighter. And how he fought; at a state of turmoil with himself - somewhere inside his soul that only she...
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'Now my songs shall grow Sweeter, year by year, Just because I know You shall read them, dear,
When your little hands, And your little eyes, Babyhood expands Into grown-up wise.
You will ask me then, Reading what I write Of my youth and then Song of you took flight.'
Fred stared blankly, "She's one, why not just say one?"
"Because, " Hera began, settling Ayelet on her hip as she walked closer to him on the sofa, "she can barely walk yet, and Teddy's running around the place. They change so much at this age. "
Fred shrugged and threw a blanket over Teddy, who roared with laughter and screamed, 'Peekaboo!' before throwing the blanket onto the ground.
"Teddy, show Fred your push-ups!" Sirius called out, dropping to the ground beside Teddy and demonstrating for the child.
Teddy also dropped to the ground, pressed his forearms, and lifted his backside into the air.
Sirius laughed and reached out to tickle Teddy's stomach, where his shirt had a little gap as he did his 'push-up.'
Teddy batted Sirius's hand away, clambered on top of Sirius, still on the ground, and began punching him with his tiny fists.
"You're gonna be taller than your daddy in heaven, " Sirius said affectionately, continuing to play fight with the boy. He turned to Fred, adding, "This kid eats like a bodybuilder — polishes off half a dozen eggs daily!"
"Oi, Ted, show us your guns!" Fred yelled, chuckling as the child held up his hands, arms bent at the elbow. "Cor, save some ladies for the rest of us!"
As the afternoon progressed, Fred began to rant to the couple: "I mean, muff before mates, or what?" he said in reference to George and Angelina's now weekly tradition of getting pissed in London and then going home together — either to the flat above the shop, or to Angelina's parents' home.
"Are they having sex?" Hera asked, surprised.
Fred shook his head, "No, but he keeps ditching me to go out with her, which would be fine if I was invited, but that's only happened once— "
