"It's not that I doy loike yaouw stayen eya, but doy yaouw fink yaouw should move ert already?"

Cundrie insisted that Oliver's first meeting with Annie is to be in Amber Cottage, and here they are. Oliver helped Annie to sit up in her baby chair before she continued sitting on her own, continuing to wave her toys around. Cundrie's heart warmed as she sees Oliver getting along so well with Annie.

"I've been thinking about it-" Cundrie revealed. "It's just- logically babies need a lot of things and Marcus has told me that he doesn't care about the baby toys scattered around his house, I feel so guilty for the nights that I basically forced him to also lose because of her cries as he's a light sleeper, and now that we can go wherever we like, I just-" Cundrie huffed, looking at Annie. "I feel so guilty."

"Yaouw knoo, I doy mind if both of yaouw liv' with me-" Oliver shrugged. "Yaouw knoo me owse is dinky but it 'as a large lan' beyond fer Annie ter run around freely, later. It's a quiet neighbourhood. Besides, I'm 'er nopa, I've not miskin responsible fer seven months of 'er loife, let me mek it up fer it."

"Oliver-"

"Naaa, really-" Oliver shook xyr head. "I'm serious. We doy yav ter date if yom serious with yaw ooman, it'll be just convenient liven arrangements fer Annie. Yaouw doy yav ter if yoo boy comfortable but fink abart it. I want so much toyme with Annie, yaouw want so much toyme with Annie too. Yaouw doy yav a owse, I liv' alone in a dinky owse with a big space, why not?"

"I'll think about it-" Cundrie nodded.

"'As 'er birth sustificutt miskin officiated?" Oliver asked. "Can she yav me lus nerm or at leus ar lus names?"

"Yes," Cundrie lied. They'll have to officiate it after this. "I have made it official, I'm just waiting for St Mungo's to be done with the birth certificate. But it's fixated, the last name is Weasley. Or at least, it'll change if mine changes."

"So, they knoo?" Oliver held Annie's soft tan arm, same shade as xyr skin it blends so well. "The other Weasleys, does they knoo abart 'er?

"No-" Cundrie shook her head. "I haven't and I won't."

"Why not?" Oliver asked. "I saw Charlie in the war, ee told me ee saw yaouw an' he's so chuffed."

"I can't-" Cundrie shook their head slowly, their voice slowly breaking. "They'll hurt her. They hurt me."

"They've changed, Cundrie," Oliver persuades, placing xyr hand on hers that has the scars. "Try ter gid them a chance. I still keep in touch with Fred an' George after yaw departure an' they're seriously regretful of what they did, they keep wanten ter tek it back. The wool family does."

"What did you do?" Cundrie asked back, pulling her hand away. "What did you tell them?"

"I told what they've already knoo, the rape," Oliver started, but Cundrie had a feeling that it's not all that Oliver said. "An' the attack, because agen, they knoo a bit already frum Marcus, but that's it, honestly. I doy tell them abart yaw camp or yaw suicide attempt or Annie."

"Very well-" Cundrie nodded distastefully. That's the two things she does NOT want them to know, but at least xe doesn't tell them about her suicide attempt, which is even worse.

"Oot tell them, Cundrie?" Oliver asked, hope evident in xyr voice. "They've changed, I saw it muself. They've grown, they really wanna knoo mower abart yaouw but they wanna not hurt yaouw agen, they knoo 'oo much they hurt yaouw before an' they wanna fix it."

"Can you go home?" Cundrie requested, trying to change the subject. "If you want to see her again, you can come tomorrow."

"Me offer stands, yaouw knoo-" Oliver nods as xe stood up, shaking Cundrie's hand. "Both of yoo miskin welcum in me owse."

"I'll think about it." Oliver left the cottage, closing the door behind xem. Cundrie sighed as they lifted Annie from the chair, heading for their bed where they lay Annie down. Annie looked around with interest and Cundrie laughed, she must've liked the 'new' environment.

Cundrie sat next to Annie, rubbing circles on her hand. It's true what Oliver had said, soon enough, Annie will learn to walk. Marcus says that he doesn't mind with her cries at night or her things taking up so many spaces in his house but Cundrie doesn't want to be constantly lied to, they knew he does. It's not their house together, it's still his house in its essence. Sure, they also pay for the house, but it's still Marcus' house.

Oliver...

Oliver wanted Annie and Cundrie to live with xem. Is it genuine? Cundrie knew it's all for Annie, but a very selfish part of Cundrie hopes that it's for Cundrie too. Cundrie felt guilty, remembering Penelope. Penelope's too good for her. She doesn't deserve to be treated like this again, to be seconded by her ex who sold her out. No, this is all purely for Annie and no one else. Cundrie had no more feelings for Oliver, Oliver snogged someone else and Cundrie has a girlfriend.

No, this is too complicated. Maybe meeting their family is easier than this. If what Oliver said is true and they knew about the rape and the attack already, they knew 2 out of 4 things they'd like to stay hidden from them. Cundrie touched their scar on their hand, the huge singular one over where their artery would be. They can't forever hide it, anyway. And they'd rather the Weasleys to know from them than anyone else.

Leaving Annie on the bed, Cundrie walked to her study and grabbed a pheasant quill. Cundrie stopped, shuddering. At least it's not black, this time. Cundrie dripped it in ink before starting to scratch it on the opened parchment scroll.

Dear Mum and Dad,