Thanks. I'm actually almost done with it, so it's not very long at all, but it goes over a large amount of time...
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Alrighty, so this is the last post. And I want to thank everybody that has stayed with the story and given me great feedback. You keep me going.


“Push, Christelle, push!” Charlie shouted excitedly from her side. Christelle grunted in response and squeezed his fingers harder, making him gasp in pain.

“If you ever even think about giving me this many babies to push out at the same time again, I’m hexing off your favorite appendage,” Christelle snarled at him.

They were currently sitting in the maternity ward in St. Mungos with one baby down and two to go. Christelle’s hair was pushed back from her forehead in sweaty clumps and she was gritting her teeth in pain. Charlie tried to soothe her, but she just glared at him as she let out another strangled scream.

“I see a head!” the Healer announced, and Christelle was about to cry, because she knew they were about to ask her to give one more long, hard push.

“Why the hell did we decide no pain medication?” Christelle wailed through her tears. She squeezed Charlie’s hand so tightly, she was sure she was breaking his bones, but he still had a smile on his face and love in his eyes.

“Not we, love. You,” he chuckled before grunting as she tightened her grip even more.

She let out a small sigh as cries filled the air and the Healer passed off the second baby to another Healer, who cleaned the baby immediately and started injecting potions into the babe.

Christelle stared at the tuft of red curly hair on its head before focusing back on the witch that was, again, telling her to push.

“You. Are. So. A. Dead. Man. Charlie. Weasley!” Christelle screamed.

*
It was only a year later when Abigail ran down the hall and jumped into her father’s lap, where he was sitting in the kitchen, reading the Prophet as his mother cooked breakfast. It was their traditional Weasley Friday, where every Weasley, Potter, and Lupin would come to the Burrow and spend the entire weekend with good food and good family.

“Daddy, guess what!” she shouted in excitement, a large grin on her face.

“Hmm, let me guess, Uncle Ron had to give you another sickle for cursing?” Charlie asked.

Abigail giggled, but shook her head. “There’s a carnival tomorrow! Can we please go? Uncle George said he’d take me!” She jutted out her bottom lip and gave him a small whimpering sound. And he crumbled. It was no secret that Abigail had her father wrapped around her little finger. Why else would she go to him first, rather than her mother?

“All right, we can go,” Charlie agreed as he kissed the tip of her nose. Abigail smiled widely as she hugged her father’s neck before jumping down and running back into the living room, where she hurtled herself at her Uncle.

“And what exactly do you suppose we do with Bryce, Jesse, and Caroline while we go to the carnival?” Christelle’s voice sounded from the doorway, where one infant in question was hanging on at the hip. Charlie could see the imprint of his blanket on the side of his face and decided he had just woken up from his nap. The bright blonde hair and twinkling blue eyes gave the child away as Jesse. He was their only child that had blonde hair; all of the others with the traditional Weasley red.

“They’re a little over a year now, love, I think they can come, too,” Charlie answered with a smile as Jesse reached out his arms for his Daddy to take.

Charlie took the struggling boy and started tickling him immediately.

“Are you sure they’ll be okay?” she asked worriedly over the giggling little boy.

“They’ll be fine, love, I promise,” Charlie answered with a grin as Jesse started clapping for more.

Christelle shook her head with a fond smile as she moved into the living room. She located Caroline playing Peek-a-boo with her Aunt Ginny and Bryce rolling around on the floor with Abigail, Fred Junior, and George. Christelle smiled at the scene it made as she watched Angelina read to Roxanne and Fleur making up Victoire’s hair.

Teddy was watching Ron and Harry’s intense game of Wizard’s Chess while Hermione and Arthur talked about work at the ministry. Bill and Rose were building towers out of Muggle Lego’s while James played Exploding Snap with Percy, his wife, Penelope, sitting next to him and rubbing her rather large belly.

She watched them all for another moment before going back into the kitchen, where Charlie was now feeding Jesse something that his mother had given him.

Christelle turned toward the stove and smiled as she kissed her mother-in-law on the cheek and then turned to her own mother. Janet gave her a wink before turning back to the pancakes she was flipping the Muggle way.

Christelle sat down beside her husband and son, and Charlie nudged her shoulder with his.

“Tired?” he asked with a twinkle in his eye.

Molly and Janet both turned at the question and furrowed their brows. “Aren’t the kids sleeping now?” Molly asked in concern, her eyes flickering to Jesse for half a second.

“Oh, they’re sleeping perfectly fine now,” Christelle said with a malicious smile as she glanced at Charlie.

“It’s your son that can’t,” she finished as she smiled innocently at the now sickened Charlie. He avoided both his mother’s and mother-in-law’s amused faces and chuckles, hoisting Jesse from the table and muttering something about talking to Bill for a bit, before disappearing out the door.

“Why is it that Weasley boys embarrass so easily?” Molly mused as she turned back to her cooking.

“I don’t know, but it’s fun to use it against them,” Christelle grinned.

Ginny tumbled through the kitchen door, everyone from the living room following after her as she announced, “We’re having a game of Quidditch before breakfast. You in?”

“Definitely!” Christelle grinned, heading outside for their impromptu game while the kids, Arthur, Hermione, Fleur, Percy, and Penelope watched from the stands.

“Professional Quidditch stars have to split up amongst the teams!” Ron cried as he glared at Christelle and Ginny conversing. The girls rolled their eyes as they split up, hands in the air as if in surrender.

And so began one of many impromptu Quidditch games among the Weasley, Potter, and Lupin family.

Everything was good. There weren’t any more ex-boyfriends hunting after them. There were no fights or any drama. It was all just peachy keen.

After all, everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end. –John Lennon

Fin.

What do you think? Sequel coming soon.