Shoving the quill behind his ear, Fred began rummaging through the shoppe front late that evening, taking inventory after having noticed some items at a dangerous low. With the baby and other distractions he'd let things go, and it wasn't fair to George to have to always pick up the slack. He was knee deep in Extendable Ears--which had oddly slowed in sales of late, when he heard Tonks still shuffling about the bedroom, baby still crying.And crying and crying and crying.
Putting the quill down, Fred went upstairs after hearing the muffled, exhausted and flustered tones in Tonks' voice as she tried to sooth the newborn. Once in the bedroom, he found the Auror now sitting on the side of the bed, rocking the infant who was voicing herself quite well.
"What's..." Fred didn't have to finish his question when Tonks looked at him as if she were near tears, her hair gone silvery white. "Why don't you let me help," he offered, telling that she was beyond exhausted and at a loss.
"Trust me..." the redhead grinned boyishly.