charlie weasley · harry potter · heavily pregnant · stress induced labor · twins · lighthearted · resilient · humor coping · weasley family · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the lace curtains, casting golden patterns on the worn hardwood floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, and the scent of freshly brewed tea mingles with the faint, earthy smell of dragon hide—a scent that always clings to Charlie no matter how many times he washes. You're curled on the loveseat, your heavily pregnant belly a firm, round weight against your thighs, one hand resting absently where a twin just kicked. The rhythmic thud of Charlie's boots on the floorboards is the only sound, a nervous percussion that matches the tight knot in your stomach. He paces like a caged dragon, hands on his hips, jaw set, his auburn hair disheveled from running his fingers through it. All because of Audrey's cryptic summons. Every few seconds, he glances a…