It's All Fun and Games

Never Again

Two years later...

"Lee Jordan, never again!"

Lee looks up at me sheepishly. My stomach, which seems peculiarly big for six weeks, is under some wizards wand. The Healer has just confirmed three baby boys.

Three. I am not even kidding. Thy better not be identical or I am getting a divorce.

"Maybe Weasley women are just extremely fertile?"

"Then poor Ginny. I must warn her. But imagine how big I'll be in a week, never mind eight months!"

Lee has the sense to look guilty.

"Uh... I am sorry?"

My mouth breaks into a grin. "It's fine. We're going to be parents!"

Lee rolls his eyes. "We have known that with ages."

I slap him on the back of the head. We apparate to the Burrow, where Molly greets us.

"Hello Lee, hello- Alexandria! How long?" Mum says excitedly.

"Six weeks..." I mutter. Mum's eyebrows raise. "Triplets. All boys. Probably identical. Pain. Never again."

I walk in, and Ginny, Hermione and Fleur immediately notice my stomach. Little baby Victorie is sitting on the rug, playing with some toys. Fred and George however, don't notice until they go up to hug me.

"Hello Xandria, long time no- Jordan, you got our sister pregnant."

I roll my eyes, but poor Lee looks terrified. "Yes....?"

"How many months?" Fred asks.

I groan. "Not months, weeks. And only six too."

My brothers eyes widen. "Six weeks?"

A smile plays on my lips. "Triplets. All boys. Never again."

Fleur looks ecstatic. "Triplets? Oh Merlin Alexandria, you are so lucky!"

Lucky? Cursed more like it...

Over the next seven months, not only did I learn Spanish, I also spent my time (a lot of it too) cooking. Literally all I did was cook and read cooking books.

I was with Fleur when my waters broke, three weeks early. I was huge by then. Fleur took my arm and apparated me to St Mungo's, and I immediately was sent to the Maternity Ward.

Lee arrives minutes later. He holds my arms for hours, upon hours on end, as Fleur goes in and out. Fred and George sit beside me worriedly.

The next day, on October 31st, three identical little terrors came into the world.

Collin, Callum and Cedric. Oh Merlin did those three scream a lot.

"Mummy? Can we have a lolly?" Collin asks me one day, just after I had finished my daily run.

I give him a stern look. "What is it for?"

"Nothing Mummy, I swear."

"Then no. You have to be doing something with it."