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I'll Love Her Enough For The Both Of Us by alicia and anne
Chapter 19 : Preparing
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“It’s been good to have you home, Louis.” Fleur stated, smiling at her son who was sitting in the kitchen watching her make lunch. He had offered to help her, but Fleur had politely declined his offer, telling him to sit down. “I’ve missed having you around the house.”

“I’ve missed being home,” Louis told her with a smile. “As great as Hogwarts is, nothing beats sleeping in your own room and in your own bed. It’s been great not to have to share, well, except for sharing with Freya. But I prefer waking up to her face, then I do waking up to Horatio’s.”

Fleur gave a light chuckle as she shook her head, buttering the bread for Louis’s sandwich, something which Louis would have been happy to do himself, but his mother insisted on making it for him.
Louis thought that she missed doting on her children, with Victoire and Dominique out a lot of the time she didn’t have many times where she could.

“Freya seems a lot happier that you’re home, I haven’t seen her smile this much since you flooed her when she arrived.” Fleur admitted. Louis loved seeing the smile on Freya’s face whenever he caught her staring at him, since he came back home it was like she couldn’t get enough of just looking at him. In fact, she had practically been attached to his hip in the few days that he had been home, not wanting to let him out of her sight for more than necessary. Louis was only in the kitchen alone because Freya had fallen asleep on the sofa in the front room, when they were sitting listening to the radio that Victoire had left on earlier.

Louis gave a sigh, he had known that Freya had been unhappy, but he didn’t realise just how much until he had been told by his family. Freya of course didn’t tell Louis that she had been unhappy, whether because she didn’t want to worry him or she didn’t want to admit to it he didn’t know. But then again, Freya hadn’t really been telling him about her feelings at all lately. Just how the baby was making her feel tired or sick, he didn’t know how she was feeling about the impending arrival of their daughter, whenever Louis would bring up the conversation she would attempt to change the subject or just shut down completely. He could tell just how scared she was about it all, but he didn’t know what else he could do apart from waiting for her to open up to him.

“I figured for a while that she was just upset about what happened with her parents,” Fleur told him, handing him the plate with the finished sandwich on it and picking up a packet of crisps for Louis to eat as well, passing that to him.

“Freya said that they haven’t sent her any letters since she’s been here.” Louis said, wanting his mum to confirm Freya’s words.

“That’s what she’s told us,” Fleur stated. “She doesn’t really open up to us, but I think that she feels a bit overwhelmed by everything that’s happened. I don’t know if she likes us doing so much for her, Dominique said that Freya feels like a burden at times. I’ve told her many times that she isn’t, that she’s part of the family.”

“I’ll have a word with her about everything later on tonight; I need to talk to her about possible names.”

“Have you thought of any that you liked?” Fleur asked, a smile spreading across her face, her own lunch was in front of her on the counter.

“I was talking with Horatio and Molly at school and Molly suggested the name Samantha, I really liked that name.” Louis admitted, after swallowing his bite of sandwich.

“That was the name of the doll that Molly used to carry everywhere,” Fleur said with a small laugh.

“Molly said that,” Louis said, smiling himself. “But it’s still a good name. It’s just whether or not Freya agrees, I’m not sure if she’s thought of any other names that she would like.”

“You better pick a name soon; it’ll be August before you know it.”

Louis took a deep breath as he realised that the end of June was drawing closer, it seemed that the days were going by so quickly and he would be a father before he knew what had hit him. There were times when it took him a while to realise that he was in fact going to become a father and that it wasn’t some joke that Freya was playing on him.

He really didn’t feel prepared at all for what was going to be happening; he didn’t even know what kind of things he would need to do to prepare himself. At times he would find himself just randomly standing in his sisters old room that was now going to be used for the baby, when she arrived, looking at everything that had now filled it, stuff that hadn’t been here the last time he had come home. A lot of the stuff had been given to them by the family and he didn’t think he would ever thank them enough for all of their help, they had made it so Louis and Freya would only really need to buy nappies, food and a few more clothes. If they hadn’t then Louis was sure that he wouldn’t have been able to achieve anywhere near this amount of stuff that they needed.

Freya had spent some of the money that was left in her account on clothes and nappies whilst she had been out shopping with Dominique and Kieron. Freya had told Louis that Kieron was mainly there as someone to carry bags, but he didn’t mind as it was a favour for Dominique.

“How are you feeling?” Fleur asked bringing Louis out of his thoughts. He turned his head to look behind him as Freya walked into the room, rubbing her eyes and giving a yawn.

“I’m feeling a lot better now, thank you Fleur.” Freya said as she walked over to where Louis was sitting, he pushed his chair back and patted his lap for her to sit down. She did so and Louis wrapped his arms around her as much as he could, placing his hands on her ever growing bump, he was a bit disappointed that he couldn’t feel the baby moving, it was something that he would never not be amazed by.

“Did you want to finish the rest of my lunch?” Louis asked Freya, turning his head to give her a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you, Louis.” Freya said, taking the other half of the sandwich from the plate.

“So what shall we do today?” He asked her softly.

“There’s nothing much that we can do, you’ve got to go to work this afternoon.” Freya stated.

Louis could tell by the tone of her voice that she didn’t seem too happy about Louis leaving her, but he needed to work, he couldn’t just rely on his parents to foot the bill for something that was his fault. He was the one who wanted to keep the baby, he needed to show that he would do everything he could to show them that it was going to be the right decision.

His uncle had originally offered to give him a weekend job, but Louis had been asked a few times to cover for someone who had called in sick a few times, leaving his Uncle George understaffed.

Louis didn’t mind working whatever hours his Uncle could give him, he needed the money and he was thankful that his Uncle had even agreed to give him a job, especially after everything else that he had done for him.

“We still have a few hours.” Louis told her, he was going in for the late shift tonight. Starting at four in the afternoon and working until close which was nine that night, he would be flooing in to the shop as he was unable to take his apparation test until after his seventeenth birthday in August.

Freya gave a shrug as she took a bite of the sandwich in her hand, chewing slowly as she shifted slightly on Louis’ lap, he could feel his leg going slightly numb but he didn’t want to tell her, he didn’t have the heart to. She was already concerned about how much weight she had put on due to her pregnancy, no matter how many times Louis had told her how beautiful she was, and she still didn’t believe him. She had told him through tears yesterday; when she couldn’t lift her leg up high enough to tie her shoelaces, that she felt as big as a Flobberworm and probably looked like one as well.

He had tried his best to console her, but he had no clue what to say to calm her down or to stop her tears.

“We could take a walk along the beach?” Louis suggested, but Freya shook her head in response.

“How about we just stay inside?” Freya said after swallowing her mouthful of food.

“That sounds like a good plan to me.” Louis said.

“You could both put away the clothes that your Nan knitted for the baby?” Fleur suggested, “I put the bag into the room last night after I came back from visiting her.”

“We’ll go and do that then,” Louis said with a smile, Freya gave a small smile as she finished the sandwich and stood up, Louis was grateful to have the feeling back into them. He stood up and took the now empty plate to the sink, before walking out of the room with Freya, thanking his mother for lunch before he left the room.


“I’ve been thinking of names for the baby.” Louis told Freya as he sat on the floor and sorted out some of the clothes that were in bags in the room, into age order. He couldn’t believe how tiny some of the clothes were, it was hard to imagine that his daughter was going to be this tiny.

“Have you?” Freya asked. She was sat on a chair in the room, sorting through some of the clothes that she had piled on her lap. “I haven’t really thought of any that I would like.”

“Oh,” Louis said, taken aback slightly. He would have been sure that she would have thought of a name by now, or at least some names that she would like.

“What name did you like then?” Freya asked him, she stopped folding clothes to rub a hand over her stomach and giving a small frown. “Maybe she should be called, Kicker. That is what she likes to spend most of her time doing.”

“I don’t think that she means it, Freya. There can’t be much room in there for her to move about now.” Louis stated, he wanted to chuckle at her but knew that she would get angry.

“I’m huge, there’s got to be loads of room in there.” Freya muttered. “I wouldn’t mind if she didn’t kick at my ribs, or move so I feel like she’s going to push herself out of my stomach. It’s the worst when she stretches, she fidgets a lot though, which I think she gets from you. You have a tendency to move a lot during the night.”

Louis couldn’t help the grin that crossed his face, it was strange to think that she wasn’t even born and yet she was already doing things that Louis done.

Freya gave a sigh before going back to sorting through the clothes in her lap, “What names did you think of?”

“I really liked the name Samantha,” he told her.

“We should name her Samantha then,” Freya said, giving him a smile.

“Do you like that name?” he asked her, “You don’t have to agree to it if you don’t like it.”

“No, it’s a good name Louis.” Freya told him, “I like the name.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am. Did you think of a middle name?”

Louis shook his head.

“What about the name Kimberley?” Freya suggested.

“She’ll have the same middle name as you,” Louis said with a smile. “I like that, that’s really nice.”

Freya grinned as well as she placed a hand on her bump and looked down at it as she rubbed her bump slowly, “Samantha Kimberly Weasley. Louis I can’t believe that we’ve named our daughter.”

Louis couldn't believe it either.

Maybe he was more prepared than he thought.


What did you all think? Louis and Freya have definitely named their daughter now and they're finally preparing. :D

Sorry it took so long for this chapter, but I promise that the next chapter isnt far off being finished. :D

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