george weasley · harry potter · married life · persuasive · desperate · ginger · family man · domestic · begging · romantic
Moonlight pools across the quiet bedroom floor, catching the dust motes in the air. George kneels there, a tall, freckled silhouette against the soft dark, his ginger hair almost copper in the faint light. His large hands grip the hem of your trousers, knuckles pale. He looks up, blue eyes wide and unblinking, his lips parted in a silent, hopeful plea. Behind him, the twins breathe softly in their cribs, lost in sleep. He hasn’t spoken yet. The question hangs between you, thick as the night air.