warning/s;angst to fluff, mentions of pregnancy and post partum depression
word count;4.4k
summary;fred leaves you on the day you were supposed to tell him that you were pregnant with his child. three years later you see him again, and secrets are unearthed.
a/n;feedback is very, very welcome! i just love reading them aaa this was such a weird thing to write bc i wanted it angst but it’s not angsty enough so watch out for more angst deuces
“i don’t understand, freddie. why are you—”
“[y/n]! that’s enough!” your boyfriend furrowed his brows, blowing out an exasperated breath that had you feeling offended. he ran a hand through his already unkempt hair before meeting your eyes. “don’t you getit? i’m done. we’re done. we’re through.”
there was no emotion behind his words. no meaning. nothing that told you of the two years you’ve spent together. and to be perfectly honest, even if you wouldn’t admit it to yourself, you expected this. deep down you knew he’d fallen out of love somewhere along the way.
warning/s;angst to fluff, mentions of pregnancy and post partum depression
word count;4.4k
summary;fred leaves you on the day you were supposed to tell him that you were pregnant with his child. three years later you see him again, and secrets are unearthed.
a/n;feedback is very, very welcome! i just love reading them aaa this was such a weird thing to write bc i wanted it angst but it’s not angsty enough so watch out for more angst deuces
“i don’t understand, freddie. why are you—”
“[y/n]! that’s enough!” your boyfriend furrowed his brows, blowing out an exasperated breath that had you feeling offended. he ran a hand through his already unkempt hair before meeting your eyes. “don’t you getit? i’m done. we’re done. we’re through.”
there was no emotion behind his words. no meaning. nothing that told you of the two years you’ve spent together. and to be perfectly honest, even if you wouldn’t admit it to yourself, you expected this. deep down you knew he’d fallen out of love somewhere along the way.
Welcome to another Fred blurb! This takes place post war. Hope you enjoy!
Word count: 1,605
Truthfully, you had always been rather content with your life. During your schooling, you weren’t unpopular, but you weren’t popular. People gravitated towards you, but you never became attached to anyone. You weren’t ever the one to seek other out, but you were there for when others needed you. In fact, if no one had sought you out, you would have spent your school years alone, and you were content with that.
When you graduated, you started working at a muggle flower shop in London, where you rather sneakily used magic to make your flowers the most beautiful in the area. When the war came around two years later, you didn’t hesitate a moment to fight at your old school. The battle was hectic and you met many new faces and a few familiar, including your partner during the first half of the battle, Fred Weasley. He had gotten separated from his brother, and you arrived alone, so there was an unspoken agreement to stick together.
Fred and you worked well together, even in school. He was your partner on occasion during Potions class, and you quite enjoyed his jokes and company. Throughout the battle, you and Fred saved each other on multiple occasions, both of you barely avoiding the cold grasp of death. During it all, a small bit of rubble had hit you as well, leaving a rather ugly cut across the side of your face. Fred broke his leg when wall collapsed and you blasted as much away from him as you could. During the calm period, you helped Fred to the Great Hall, where his family took care of him, and you left to finish the battle. That was the last you saw of Fred.
After the war ended, you returned to your quiet life, coming to work each morning with a small scar you wore on your face with pride. Day in and day out, you worked and went back to your flat, to your books and to your cat, which had become your best and one of your few friends.
One particular Monday, on your day off, you decided to go to your old stomping grounds. You hadn’t been in Diagon Alley in years. In fact, you hadn’t been in touch with any sort of magical shop in almost two years, since the battle and since the war drew to an end.
You entered through the Leaky Cauldron, dipping your head to the patrons you faintly recognized. As you entered Diagon Alley, a nostalgic feeling washed over you. Last time you had been there, most of the shops were closed and it was rather drab and dreary, but now it was like when you were a kid. Bright, bustling, and beautiful. There were so many witches and wizards, dressed how you used to dress, in cloaks and colorful clothing, pointy hats and odd animals on their shoulders. Music played loudly from a nearby shop, which you recognized to be the Weird Sisters. Memories of the Yule Ball faded into your mind and a faint smile formed on your lips as you wandered up the alley.
You felt out of place, wearing your tight jeans and black band t-shirt, containing a muggle band you were sure few people in the alley around you knew of. But the wand tucked into the waist of your jeans made you feel like part of them. As you wandered up the alley, your eyes landed on the one shop you had never been in. Weasley Wizard Wheezes.
It was an incredibly fun looking store, one you were sure you would enjoy, but before the war, you only ever came to Diagon Alley when you absolutely needed to, and your time there was short with no time for stops like this. Now, however, you had all the time in the world.
When you stepped into the shop, it smelled of fireworks and sweets and there were various sounds and flashing lights all around. It was August still, so there were copious amounts of young students bustling around and laughing at everything around. Your smile grew as you ran your hand along a display, looking at the bottled love potions and Puking Pastilles, to other products you truly couldn’t have thought up in your most wild dreams.
As you picked up an odd looking package, you felt someone brush by you and you ignored it, accrediting it to the busy shop, but as you turned over the package in your hand, a voice brought stole your focus. “Well, hello,” a voice you recognized greeted, causing you to turn to the Weasley twin. “Here I thought I’d never see you again.”
Fred smiled at you, but held a confused look on his face. “Loonar Loop Luminators?” you asked him with a small laugh in your voice. You wondered in the back of your mind what he meant by his words, but you brushed it off for the moment.
Fred glanced down to the package in your hand, as he had not noticed it sooner as his eyes focused on your face. “A sort of firework,” he answered proudly and took the product from your hand. “A demonstration, maybe?”
Shrugging lightly, you followed Fred as he led you to the center of the store. “All right, you lot, listen up!” His voice boomed through the store, silencing the many students and grown ups alike. “I’ll be doing a quick demonstration of our Loonar Loop Luminators, so stand clear,” he continued as he opened the package. He placed a small blue tube on the ground, using his wand to light the end of it.
After a few mere seconds, sparks of various colors exploded from the product, reaching the ceiling of the shop and popping into more sparkles. You clapped, along with the rest of the store, as the fireworks exploded beautifully. Fred smiled proudly, his arms crossed over his chest, and waited until the last of the sparks faded to speak once more. “Loonar Loop Luminators can be found over here to the left, in the front of the store,” he finished and swooped down, picking up the expired product. Fred stepped back over to you, an expectant look on his face. “What’d you think?”
“Absolutely brilliant,” you answered with a laugh.
Fred beamed at your words. “You see, if you do it in an open area, and not indoors, it will be a much more grand show. Sparks will fly to the moon, hence the name,” he explained proudly and flashed the box to you, which held a rather smiley moon.
You hummed, a bright look in your eyes. “I reckon that’s quite the sight. I might have to leave here with a few myself.”
Fred smirked, glancing at the box in his hand once more. “Take as many as you want. I couldn’t bear to charge the person who saved my life,” he explained as he led you to the counter, where he tossed the box in a waste bin.
With a small laugh, you shrugged and leaned against the counter as his brother, who was two years younger than you, rung up the many guests. “Well, you saved mine as well, so I had assumed we were even.”
Fred scoffed, checking his watch for a moment before glancing at his brother. “Man the shop for a minute, mate?”
Ron glanced at you and nodded, a smile on his lips. “Take your time.”
“Got a moment?” Fred asked you as he nodded towards the door of his shop.
You glanced at your own watch, pretending to contemplate his words, but shrugged. “I suppose so.”
Fred smirked and led you through the shop, out into Diagon Alley. “I thought you died, you know?” His voice was a little shaky as he spoke, his hands in the pockets of his colorful suit.
“Well, here I am,” you replied lamely, giving him a gentle smile and a small shrug.
With an incredulous look on his face, Fred shook his head at you. “I mourned you, you know?”
Your smile fell at his words, causing you to feel oddly guilty. “Why would you mourn someone you didn’t know to be dead? Someone you barely know?” The words came out a little harsher than you intended, but as Fred led you up Diagon Alley, walking slowly through the crowd, you were sure he understood.
“I want to know you,” Fred said suddenly, his voice insistent. Your mouth fell open, rather surprised by his words, and waited for him to continue. “I always have. That’s why I always convinced others to let me be your partner in class, why I spoke to you as much as I could without bothering you, why I wanted to stay by your side during the battle.” Your face felt warm at his confession and for a moment, you were at a loss for words.
With a gentle blush on your face, you ducked your head and smiled to yourself. “Well, here I am,” you repeated the words you said moments before and glanced up at Fred.
Fred smiled widely at your words, raising his eyebrows. “Will you let me take you to dinner, then?”
For a moment, you bit your lip and pretended to consider his offer. After a brief pause, you spoke softly, “I suppose so.”
“Brilliant,” Fred smirked and stood with his hands in his pockets. “Meet you here at the shop tomorrow? Say seven?”
Nodding gently, you fought the wide grin forming on your lips. “It’s a date.”
“The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds.” - Nicholas Sparks
warnings:none
“Merlin, Fred, I’m trying to eat, and the whole table is shaking like a leaf,” you complained, placing a hand on the redhead’s leg. You loved the Weasleys, but between George’s loud chewing and Fred’s nervous shaking, you were losing it. “And George, for Merlin’s sake, close your mouth when you chew!”
“Someone’s in a pissy mood,” George frowned, taking another bite out of his cottage pie and exaggerating his chewing. “Did Joshua Gilbert explode your cauldron again? He’s trouble- I know it because he’s got to first names.”
“Look who’s talking- didn’t the two of you just set off a dung bomb in Filch’s office?”
“Us? Never!” George exclaimed with faux-shock, his eyes gleaming mischievously and giving away his lie.
“Okay, seriously, Fred, what’s got your knickers all twisted? You’ve hardly touched the bread pudding, you keep looking off into space, and- and you like a girl, don’t you?” You took the quick glance he shot George as confirmation and felt something swell in your chest- presumably curiosity. “Who is she? Do I know her? Are you asking her to the Yule Ball?”
“I didn’t say I liked anyone,” Fred exclaimed, tossing his hand up as if it was proof of innocence. “But, hypothetically, Katie Bell and I have been, well, I’m not sure.”
You cocked your head to the side and furrowed your eyebrows. You hadn’t known Fred or George for too long, but still, you’d been around enough to have seen something. Yet, the only time you could think of Fred and Katie being together was through Quidditch.
“So, she likes you?” You asked, the curiosity getting the best of you.
“You know how girls are,” George piped in, writing some word in the sky with his fork.
“No, please tell me how we are,” you deadpanned, watching George turn red and shrink in his seat.
“I just mean she’s playing with him- talking to him a lot one day, then the next she doesn’t even notice him. It’s all mind games with girls- boys are just straightforward,” George clamored, sheepishly grinning as you crossed your arms.
“Yes, because the way you talk to Angelina is so very straightforward,” you snickered.
“Easy, y/n, it’s that he’s not straightforward,” Fred joined in, “It’s that he’s not smooth. Though I supposed ‘mghshsjdnch’ is quite smooth if you speak blast-ended skwert or the delicate language of troll?”
“First off, it sounds most like elfish. Second off, I sent Angelina a note, and she’s already agreed to go with me,” George smiled, shooting a glance at Angelina.
“Well, Georgie set on a date, so you have to make a move, Fred. Or do you not want to?” Usually, you let the twins’ banter play out, but the question had been on your mind and clawed at your throat. You were an absolute sucker for anything to do with love, yet, something about the question felt odd on your tongue.
“I don’t know- I don’t want her to say no, but I also don’t want to keep being in this like standstill,” Fred sighed, poking at the bread pudding in front of him. “I think I need a good way to approach it so that I’m not trying too hard, but also not making it seem too casual and friend-like. Damn, I sound like a girl.”
“You’re not smart enough to sound like a girl,” you quipped back, earning a high-five and chuckle from George. “Okay, girl to someone who likes another girl, just say you like her. Keep it simple, so there is no way to make it seem anything but romantic.”
“Boooo,” George drawled, waving two thumbs-down in your face. “Bad advice- play it so that she can take it how she wants. If you keep it vague, then she can decide whether you meant it romantically or plutonically.”
“You can’t take advice from someone who doesn’t know how to say platonically,” you argued, sticking your tongue out at George. “Trust me.”
“Oh yes, trust the girl who has only had one boyfriend,” George whispered dramatically. “Don’t forget he was a dunce, Freddie.”
“He was daft, y/n,” Fred chuckled. “However, I get where you’re coming from, so I’ll ask her tomorrow and let you know how it goes.”
“You’re following her advice?” George groaned, “Over your own twin? Your own flesh and blood? Your- Oi, Lee, where did you get that Yorkshire Pudding?”
You laughed, your eyes watching as George put on a show by chasing Lee Jordan around the Great Hall. The conversation changed, crowds dwindled, and eventually, you found yourself walking back to your dorm with the twins. It was strange; the night was nothing out of the ordinary, yet you felt uneasy.
“I’m not feeling well,” you announced, parting away from the boys and making your way into your dorm.
It wasn’t a lie; in fact, it was probably the most honest thing you’d said the entire night. Your mind replayed the conversation, and you felt as if you watched yourself reply to Fred. The reels of your night replayed in your dreams all night, leaving you unable to place your emotions and incredibly exhausted in the morning.
The ache you had felt as you tossed around in your bed left your mind in a fog, and as you stumbled to the Great Hall for breakfast, you hadn’t even noticed Fred running up to you.
“Y/N, can we talk?” Fred asked, beaming at you as if he’d won the lottery.
“What? Oh, sure.” You trailed behind the bouncing redhead, knowing exactly where the conversation was going. You weren’t sure if it was the dread or the lack of sleep, but suddenly it seemed foolish of you to get out of bed.
“Okay, just give me a moment,” Fred grinned, closing the door to the greenhouse.
You looked around, your eyebrows furrowing. We were miles away from the Great Hall; frankly, it was bad enough he was going to rub his date in your face, but to do it in your favorite classroom seemed extra cruel.
“Fred, you don’t need to be so extravagant about this,” You whined softly. “This could easily have been discussed over coffee- a lot of coffee.”
“What? How did you guess?” Fred asked, his mouth dropping open. “I thought I threw you off last night with Katie Bell.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m here to ask you to the Yule Ball? I didn’t realize you had such low standards- I mean, asking in the greenhouse is hardly extravagant,” Fred argued. “George vetoed the idea of getting us both in detention with Snape, then organizing the potions closet to spell out Yule Ball.”
“You’re asking me?” Your eyes darted around you, waiting for George to pop out and explain he was practicing for someone else. “But- Katie?”
Fred burst into a lopsided grin, his eyes lighting up as everything started to make sense. “Katie is going with some Ravenclaw- I panicked when you guessed I wanted to ask someone to the Yule Ball. Please, Wood’s 'no dating players on the team’ policy is still brainwashing me.”
“So- you want me to go with you?” You imagined you looked and sounded like an idiot, but honestly, the notion felt surreal.
“Yeah, of course, you’re the only person I’d want to go with,” Fred chuckled. “You’re smart, and you have this kind of humor that makes it easy to joke with you while also not completely understanding the joke. I- I mean, you’ve been my best friend for what feels like forever, and I didn’t ever really think you felt the same, but I had to take the risk. I meant forever in a good way just so you know.”
You stared at Fred while he rambled, watching the way he talked with his hands and how his freckles seemed to exaggerate his expressions. He was so animated, so wildly himself, and you couldn’t help but feel as if realization had washed over you.
“I like you,” you blurted.
Fred stopped talking, his ears tinted pink. “I like you, too- that’s where all of that was going, you know.”
“Yeah, I figured,” you laughed, stepping closer to Fred.
“So, Yule Ball?” Fred whispered, his hot breath hot on your lips.
“Yeah, I suppose,” you joked, closing the gap between the two of you.
Synopsis: Reader recounts the events that led to her heartbreak and where she is now
Word count: 1.4k+
Warnings: Angst. Dumbasses, literally everyone is a dumbass. Some very questionable writing.
A/N: Oof, I don’t know how I feel about this bad boy. I wrote it at 2:00 in the morning because it’s freezing in my dorm room and I can’t sleep. There isn’t any dialogue, so it’s quite different than my normal dialogue heavy style.
Girl code, it’s the bane of my existence and the cause of my seemingly never ending heartbreak. Then again, part of this is my fault, I was never supposed to crush on my best friend’s brother. But people always told me that love would come when I would least expect it and that I wouldn’t be able to choose whom I fell for. And I hate to admit it, but they were right. I didn’t choose to fall for Fred, nor would I have ever chosen to.
Ginny and I became fast friends when she was a first year, I was technically a second year but I had transferred after one year at Durmstrang, so we were both new and attached to each other. Through my friendship with her I met the rest of the Weasley’s and soon they all became like brothers to me. I would spend every waking minute with at least one of the Weasley’s, I had formed an unbreakable bond with all of them, and to this day I wouldn’t be able to explain how.
Fred was always the clingiest; pushing his siblings out of the way in order to sit next to me in the great hall, studying with me in the library (I would study, and he would come up with ideas for his and George’s business), cuddling up to me on the couch when we would, as a group, sit and talk in front of the fire in the common room, hold my hand in the hallways while he walked me to class, and have his leg pressed into mine when there was more than enough room in the train car not to be pushed up against my side. He was the clingy overprotective brother figure, until he wasn’t.
I made the mistake of telling Ginny when my feelings for the eldest twin started to change, I was just so confused I needed to let it out. I’ll never forget the look of hurt that flashed across her face when the tretorius, to her, words left my lips. She thought it gross and weird that I had feelings for her older brother, the same person I had called one of my honorary brothers not a week before my confession to her. It’s not like I wanted the conflicting emotions, it’s not like I wanted to stare at his lips every time he talked and wonder how they would feel against mine, nor did I want to get lost in his chocolatey brown eyes every time I happened to meet his eye, and I especially didn’t want my daily massaging of his scalp to become weird because I started to hyperfocus on hos his fair felt slipping through my fingers and wondering what his reaction would be if I happened to ‘accidently’ tug on the ends.
It all started to come to a head one day when Fred skipped Defense Against the Dark Arts in order to spend my free period with me. The ginger had snuck me into the boys dormitory, luckily none of his roommates were ill and were all in class, so we had the whole room to ourselves. We cuddled up on his bed talking and playing the gameboy I had gotten that Christmas from my parents. He had told me some stupid joke about Snape that had my in stitches, and while I was laughing his fingertips started to stroke up and down my side. I stopped laughing when what he was doing, my eyes snapped up to his face where I noticed that he was already staring down at me. He unceremoniously leaned forward and crashed his lips onto mine. I immediately got lost in the feeling, giving into the crush I had been harboring for a few months at that point.
I was knocked out of the trance his lips put me into when George came barreling through the dorm room door to tell us that my free period was over. It was like a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped on me, gone was the warm happy feeling and the tingly lips, quickly replaced by stomach churning guilt and fear. Fear of losing Fred or Ginny, even worse, losing them both.
I almost immediately confessed to Ginny what had happened, the guilt eating away at my stomach lining in the mere hour that I had kept it from her. I expected her to get mad at me, to yell at me, but all she did was reassure me that everything would be okay when I started to cry. But I could see in her eyes that she wasn’t pleased that her brother and I had kissed, so I started to pull away. I went an entire week not talking to a single Weasley, even though Fred had tried relentlessly to get me to talk to him. When I finally did I told him that I couldn’t date him, not then at least, maybe when we had all graduated from Hogwarts and dating a friend’s sibling would no longer seem to be the end of the world.
I was heartbroken when I told Fred I couldn’t date him, and all I wanted to do when I saw the heartbreak on his own face was to kiss the pain away. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t hurt Ginny, I couldn’t hurt her. She was my very best friend and I couldn’t risk hurting her. So Fred and I naturally drifted, but Ginny and I stayed close. In order to keep the other Weasley siblings from knowing the full extent of what happened, I had pulled away from everyone that wasn’t Ginny. I no longer wrote to Charlie or Bill unless they wrote me first (which they almost never did), Percy was too busy with his duties to even notice, George knew so it was no surprise to him when I did pull away, and Ron was none the wiser because he was far too busy with Harry and Hermione.
The years since the kiss had passed slowly, agonizingly so. Fred seemed to have moved on from meno longer staring at me from across the common room, nor trying to sit near me in the Great Hall. But I hadn’t fared that well; I dreamt of his brown eyes and freckled face almost every night, I stared longingly at him when we were in crowded rooms, I would go to every single quidditch match to cheer him on but I’d slip out of the crowd and back into the dorms when kids rushed the field to congratulate the winners and on nights when I really missed him I would stare at the moving pictures I had of us buried deep under my socks so no one would no that I was still clinging to him and to our memories.
So it really shouldn’t surprise me that he has moved on, that he just asked Angelina out. She’s gorgeous and they’re both on the quidditch team, she already has more in common with him than I do. But I also shouldn’t have the burning flames of jealousy deep in my gut, he’s happy and I should be happy for him. But I just can’t be. I had held onto the hope for years that he would wait for me, that once we graduated we could finally date, that Ginny would be too busy on a professional quidditch team somewhere to care that her best friend was dating her brother.
But he didn’t wait for me, and I can’t blame him for that. As I lay curled up in my little twin bed silently sobbing as to not wake any of the other girls up, I think of where I went wrong. I think of the girl code and how much it sucks, because if there weren’t some unwritten set of rules drilled into girls’ heads at a young age, then I might be happy. I think of Ginny, and how if it weren’t for her I never would have worked up the nerve to talk to the guy that is arguably the love of my life, but I also never would have felt the greatest heartbreak because I decided to protect her feelings and our friendship. I think of how I’m too late and that I wish I had just told Fred how I felt, but a tiny little part of me wishes I had never met him so the hurt and ugly green monster of jealousy would just go away.
You had done your best to stay under the radar whilst going through your time at Hogwarts, something that your now boyfriend, Fred, never did. He was known by all due to all of the pranks that he and his twin did, without the notoriety of the Weasleys as a long running family at the school. It was hard to not know who Fred was, but you found it surprising when he knew that you even existed, let alone knew anything else about you. It became even more surprising when you started to get to know each other personally and fell for one another. On the surface you seemed like an unlikely couple, but you actually had a lot in common and got along well, and your relationship had extended past graduation, you now sharing a flat with him close by the shop that he and his twin owned.
The two of you had the day of from the shop, leaving you both to relax at home, doing nothing much of anything. You were popping on the kettle to make you both a cup of tea when Fred entered the kitchen as well. He came up behind you and leant down to press a kiss to the top of your head. You appreciated the gesture as you put the teabags into the two mugs but became distracted when you heard Fred laughing behind you.
“What’s so funny?” You questioned, not looking up from the tea making.
“I don’t know how I’ve never realised how short you are,” he chuckled. “I think I just hurt my back having to bend down so much to kiss you.”
You span around to shoot him a glare.
“I don’t appreciate that,” you frowned. “It’s not my fault you’re a tall git.”
“I’m not that tall, but you are very short.”
You jutted out your lower lip in a dramatic pout. “I’m not short, I’m adorable.”
“You are adorable, but you are also very short.”
You playfully shoved his shoulder before turning back to the boiled kettle. You had to muster up the willpower to not tip it over his head but instead pour it into the mugs over the teabags and milk.
Fred leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, letting out a loud groan as he stood back up straight, gaining an elbow to the stomach as payback for his comments around your height.
You stirred the teabags, removing them from the mugs.
Request: Wattpad- “Can we just cuddle and pretend we have nothing to do?”
Word Count: 414
Author: Charlotte
When you began helping Fred and George with the shop, you were pleasantly surprised by how business savvy they were, happily doing all the boring behind the scenes work in hand with the fun testing of new products. You had half expected them to pile all the boring financial work onto you as Fred’s girlfriend who was being paid mainly in kindness than galleons.
The productivity did wane with time, as was expected. The excited glow was dimming, leaving the reality of owning their own business at the forefront of everyone’s minds. They were doing their best to stay on top of the work, but as everyone did, sometimes the work dulled on for too long and you needed an escape.
You had entered the back office of the shop to pop by and say hello to your boyfriend whilst he was meant to be filing paperwork and filling in the order forms for suppliers that had meant to be sent off yesterday. When you saw the redhead, he looked as though he was struggling to keep his eyes open, the quill in his hand beginning to fall from his fingertips.
“Are you okay?” You asked.
Fred’s head snapped up, excited to see you there for even a second of a break from the work he was meant to be doing.
“Y/N, I’m so glad you’re here,” he beamed, opening his arms for you.
You happily obliged, plonking yourself down on his lap for a quick hug, not wanting to be getting in the way of what was needed.
“I wish you were always this happy to see me,” you laughed, playfully shoving his shoulder.
Fred rolled his eyes. When you went to stand back up, having expected this to be just a flying visit, his arms tightened around you, forbidding you from escaping.
“Very funny,” you chuckled. “But I also have work to do, and this paperwork isn’t going to finish itself.”
He dramatically jutted out his lower lip, attempting to look as pathetic and pitiful as he possibly could. “Can we just cuddle and pretend we have nothing to do?”
You offered him a sympathetic smile as you leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead. You pulled at his arms and escaped the embrace, only gaining a more pathetically sad expression from Fred.
“Or you could finish your work and then we can cuddle?”
Before he could argue any further, you fled the office to leave him to his work.
