One and Only 2 ; George Weasley

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This one's longer than usual so I hope you enjoy it ;)

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They left after lunch. I had almost started crying. I am so fucking terrified that something was going to happen. I had a bad feeling about it.

I had wanted this summer to be great. I had hoped it would give us a break from everything that happened and now... my husband and my best friend were in danger and I couldn't do anything. We couldn't do anything. I wasn't only worried about those two. I was worried about Bill, Arthur, Ron. Those were the ones I was closest to, they were family. Then there's Fleur and Harry and Hermione.

Molly was cleaning around the house with some help from Deanne. It was their way of staying distracted.

Kathleen was sitting on one of the sofas, the smaller one of the two. She was tired and had been complaining about swollen feet. I had made her some tea and myself as well. In the last hours I had been sitting by the dining table, thinking about what could be happening at this very moment. What was going on, were they safe? Was George safe? Fred?

I was fourteen weeks pregnant, almost fifteen. I had a pretty visible bump and the cramping was still happening but it wasn't as bad as it had been earlier. Molly told me that if it was still happening tomorrow, we should have Aline come over to check just in case.

It was darkening outside. That meant that they were on their way from the Dursleys house. They were probably being hunted down by the Death Eaters at this very moment and it made me want to puke. No... it made me have to puke. Suddenly I got up and ran as fast as I could to the nearest bathroom. I threw up in the toilet. This time it wasn't morning sickness... it was stress due to the situation we were in. Stress puke was the worst. Worse than puking from nausea.

When I was having morning sickness, I mostly threw up once every third day or so but if it was due to stress, I'd have to stay by the toilet for a while.

"Lizzie? Sweetie?"

I looked up to see Kathy enter the bathroom, a hand on her bump that was bigger than mine. Though she is twenty-nine weeks pregnant so she's in her third trimester and doesn't have long to go. About two and a half month.

"Are you okay?" She asked. I hummed but then threw up again. She got down on her knees and brushed my hair back, holding it away from my face so puke didn't get into it. "I know how you're feeling. I'm scared too."

"What if something happens to them?" I asked. I didn't feel like anything else could come out of me so I grabbed some toilet paper, wiped my mouth and flushed.

"I can't say that I know everyone will be alright, because we can't know before they're actually here." She said and rubbed my back. "Though, I know you should try and calm down. Go upstairs, brush your teeth to get rid of the taste. Taste of puke is the absolute worst."

"Yeah." I nodded, pulling myself to my feet before I helped her up as well. "I'll go do that. Fuck."

She laughed softly and patted my back as I walked out. I made my way up the stairs and into the bathroom that had my toothbrush. I sighed but couldn't help but smile when I saw the toothpaste without the cap on. Normally it would piss me off but knowing it was George who was the last at brushing his teeth this morning, I couldn't help but feel a bit of happiness. I missed him. Normally I wouldn't miss him for such a short time but I was scared for him and scared that he was going to die or be badly injured.

As I brushed my teeth, I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked like absolute shit. I looked tired and my hair was kinda a mess but that was only expected giving that I had tucked at it a million times tonight out of fear and stress about what's going on.