[HP Fred] I was the school belle at Hogwarts

On an ordinary night, the bedroom still had the sweet smell of passion.

Sigrid, who was stimulated by Ginny's three-year hug during the day, raised her head from her husband's shoulder and suggested: "Fred, let's have a baby too?"

"What?" Fred, who was still in sage mode, couldn't help but pick out his ears. Did he hear wrongly?

Sigrid's face was full of seriousness.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Fred was naturally not qualified to refuse this kind of symbolic consultation.

Anyway, as long as she is happy whether she wants children, when, how many, she wants.

Sigrid was dissatisfied with his casual attitude, and her eyes narrowed, showing a hint of danger.

Fortunately, Fred, who was experienced in putting out fires, discovered the sparks that immediately ignited and chuckled in her ear: "Baby, do you want to do it again?"

Sigrid, whose attention was diverted, pushed Fred away and looked at him as if he were a fool: "???"

"Didn't you say you wanted to have a little Fred?" He looked innocent.

"I didn't say it was today!" Sigrid turned over and moved the pillow further away. She had already consumed enough calories today.

Fred was sure that his baby must be shy. He leaned over and asked, "When is that? Tomorrow?"

"..." Pretending to sleep.

"Don't worry, my husband will definitely work hard. Tomorrow morning, I will study which positions are easier to have a baby."

"..." Pretending to sleep.

"Honey, you have to cooperate well!" Fred pinched Orchid's fingers and tugged on her sleeves.

"..." Sure enough, you can never wake up a person who is pretending to sleep.

Fred was very happy to entertain himself. If he didn't say anything, just take it as her acquiescence!

Two months later, with the hard work of Fred and Sigrid, Sigrid finally detected the little life in her belly.

2 weeks later, vital signs are good.

Throw it away after use. Sigrid suggested that the two of them sleep in separate rooms.

After being rejected by Fred, they could only take a step back and put another bed in the bedroom.

Every night they said good night to each other in their respective beds, and in the morning Sigrid still woke up from Fred's arms in a daze.

A week later, Fred threw the useless bed into the warehouse.

At the hostess's instruction, the elf Dolly bought various versions of the parenting encyclopedia and filled half of the study room.

Sigrid basically stayed at home, reading the Heart Sutra on Parenting, doing pregnancy yoga, and focusing on preparing for the new life that was about to arrive.

In the 20th week of pregnancy, Sigrid found that her favorite pair of jeans could hardly fit into. She stood under a full-length mirror and noticed that her belly was protruding, her buttocks were enlarged, and her thighs seemed to be thicker? ?

Sigrid couldn't help but take out a ruler and measured her measurements with a suspicious look on her face.

Damn it, it’s gone up, it’s all gone up!

How could she forget that pregnancy will make her look ugly!

Sigrid looked at her face carefully and seemed to see that her skin was starting to become a little bit bloated and dull.

With a "pop--", the tape measure in his hand was thrown heavily onto the table, knocking over the coffee cup placed beside the table.

Mrs. Stewart, who happened to be visiting her daughter, heard the noise at the top of the stairs and rushed in.

In the bedroom with the curtains drawn, Sigrid was sitting curled up in front of the mirror in a daze.

Mrs. Stewart breathed a sigh of relief and instructed Dolly to clean up the mess.

"Baby, what's wrong with you?" A warm hand fell on top of his head.

Her mother's voice made her psychological defense collapse. "Mom, will I become uglier?"

Mrs. Stewart was silent for a long time...

Well, that was certainly something her daughter would care about.

"How could it be? My daughter will only become more and more beautiful."

"Did you know that pregnancy is the most tender, touching experience and the most sacred duty God has given us?"

"So, you have to bravely face the changes in your body. These are beautiful transformations."

Mrs. Stewart racked her brains to comfort her, recalling her own pregnancy in her mind, with mixed emotions. Her baby would have a baby so soon.

Sigrid seemed to have a telepathic connection with her mother. Thinking that everything she had experienced had been experienced by her mother, she suddenly felt distressed and threw herself into her arms.

"Mummy, I love you."

Mrs. Stewart's eyes turned red because of the useless word "Mommy". The last time she heard this title was 20 years ago.

Sigrid fell asleep peacefully in her mother's arms.

After putting his daughter back on the bed, Fred came in softly, "Madam, how is she?"

Fred wanted to take a closer look, but was stopped.

"She just fell asleep."

Mrs. Stewart motioned for him to sit down and asked solemnly,

"Fred, do you know about prenatal anxiety?"

Fred began to study maternity care because of his mother-in-law's reminder. Because his mother and sister gave birth so smoothly, Fred never paid attention to the relevant content, so he had to start from scratch.

There are a variety of books on how to get pregnant in the wizarding world, but there are really very few on the care of pregnant women. The aspect of accompanying pregnant women is simply a blind spot.

Fred found a few suitable books in a Muggle bookstore in London, including "Pregnancy with My Wife", "Psychology of Pregnant Women" and "The First Pregnancy Book for Men"

Fred had to take the time to sign up for a short-term "Expecting Father Training Course" in the Muggle world. Two weeks later, he successfully graduated and won the title of the only "Super Expecting Father", beating 18 other men.

Sigrid's prenatal anxiety improved a lot under the careful care of her mother and husband, but as her belly began to grow like a balloon, her mood became uncertain again.

"Sir, are you finally back?"

"Madam seems to be sad again..."

As soon as Fred came in, Dolly looked at him with her big red eyes.

"Leave it to me." Fred nodded clearly.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Sigrid was looking at herself over and over again in front of the mirror, like a frightened little white rabbit, ready to hide under the covers.

One step late.

Fred picked her up from behind.

A princess hugs.

He shook his head slightly and asked: "Baby, have you lost weight again?"

Sigrid felt a little brighter and stopped struggling. She buried her head in Fred's arms and ignored him.

She eats 4 meals a day now, how can she lose weight?

...I really want to eat pickles right now.

No, I need to lose weight.

As soon as she made up her mind to lose weight today, the person holding her came to ruin her good deeds.

"You need to eat more so that you can be hugged softly~"

Sigrid was about to say that she was not hungry, but her stomach made an unsatisfactory protest.

"Ha, it seems my daughter is hungry!"

"Let her eat something, Mommy?"

Fred put his wife back on the bed and caressed her round belly intently.

"My baby...what do you want to eat today? Tell daddy."

Sigrid looked at her bulging belly and sighed.

No matter how hard it is for her child, forget it, she should eat some for her daughter.

"I want to eat...steak pudding. It would be even better if it comes with pickles."

Fred rolled up his sleeves enthusiastically: "Okay, daddy will make it for you!"

Why does the male host cook the food himself instead of leaving it to the elf?

Of course it was her good friend Lindsay who told her: Husband/Dad is more delicious than food made with love~

Fred moved all his work at home and took care of his wife for four months without any help from others. He learned nearly a hundred different dishes, including what Lindsay Hall called spicy hot pot and dumplings. It made Sigrid eat all the food she had not dared to touch for more than ten years.

When her belly grew bigger day by day, her toes began to disappear from sight, and her irrepressible and crazy growth of flesh made her nerves become extra sensitive again, and she completely exploded.

In the seventh month of pregnancy, Sigrid kicked her husband out of the house.

Fred looked at a suitcase standing outside the door and knocked helplessly.

"I don't want you to accompany me, I want to wait for my mother!"

"I'll cry if you dare to come in!"

"Please, Fred! Go and do your business and come back when the baby is born."

In this way, Fred, who had already taught himself "How to accompany his wife in childbirth", was fired due to his wife's strong opposition.

"Okay, Fred, I'll stay with her for the rest of the day!"

"You staying here will only make her more anxious. She just wants to show you what she thinks is the best side."

"You've done a great job, don't blame yourself!"

Mrs. Stewart helplessly patted her son-in-law on the shoulder and sent him out.

Fred sat outside his house with his suitcase for a long time before leaving their patron saint behind.

Three months before giving birth, Fred monitored his wife's condition through his guardian angel every day.

Sadly, Sigrid discovered that since she kicked him out of the house, Sigrid has neither cried nor made trouble. She eats and drinks when she should, not to mention how comfortable she is...

"What a little heartless person..."

As Fred lamented day by day, time came to the beginning of September. Sigrid, who had just done two yoga movements, suddenly called her mother uncomfortably.

"The amniotic fluid broke!"

"You are going to give birth."

The patron saint notified Fred immediately, and when he rushed home, he only had time to watch his mother-in-law take his wife to the hospital. Nowadays, more and more pregnant women are choosing to give birth in hospitals instead of giving birth at home like their parents did.

Fred was restless outside the delivery room, feeling that the days were like years. It was only 10 minutes, but it was longer than 10 hours.

Fortunately, St. Mungo's has not had a childbirth death in 100 years, otherwise he would collapse.

30 minutes later, the door to the delivery room opened.

"Congratulations, you are a little prince! He weighs 7 pounds and 8 ounces and is very healthy." The nurse handed the baby to Fred with a smile on her face.

Fred looked into the delivery room, but couldn't see anything because it was blocked by the white cloth.

Fred pushed the baby that was handed to his hand and motioned for her to hand the baby to his mother-in-law: "Can I go in and have a look?"

"Are you Mr. Weasley?" the nurse confirmed.

"..." Fred nodded blankly.

"I'm sorry. The patient has specifically told me that you will take care of the child and you are not allowed to visit." The nurse whispered.

"Mrs. Stewart, you can come in, the patient wants to see you very much."

Just like that, Fred held the baby stiffly and watched his mother-in-law enter the ward alone.

He looked down at the sleeping baby and thought: If having children in the future requires not only being celibate for half a year but also living apart from his wife for several months, then it's better not to do it!