Molly POV
Molly just felt like she was going to fall apart. Nothing made since any more. Her baby, her son, the source of laughter was gone. As she lay on her bed she felt like a piece of her heart had just gone. Leaving her hurting and empty. She knew her other children would need her to be strong but she just couldn't not when her baby boy, her Fred had been murdered! She curled into a tight ball trying to hold herself together. She heard the door open and close knowing Arthur had come in. But still she couldn't contain the soft sobs that unwillingly came.
Arthur POV.
He just couldn't understand. Why, his son had to die. Of course he knew before they even left for the battle, because there was so many people in there family someone was bound to be hurt. But murdered he wasn't fully prepared for that. His poor, poor son with hopes and dreams and a long happy life ahead of him, had it all ripped away in two words! He felt so lost as he made his way into his and Molly's bedroom. As he entered the room he heard soft sobs coming from his wife. He watched as her body shook from effort of keeping them quite. It hurt him to see her like this so helpless and afraid. He slowly walked over and lay down beside her, putting his arms around her and pulling her close. He knew that they had been through many things together, the loss of her brothers, her parents unwillingness to be in there lives, and even loosing a child that had not yet lived. But this, loosing they're son. The son they had made, the son they had cared for as a baby. They had watched him and George grow and become little mischievous rascals. They had watched him and his brother play tricks and mess with they're siblings. They had watched him grow into a handsome, strong, jolly man. But they would never listen to him make a joke or talk about a girl or discuss his future with them again. He knew it would be a long time before any of them accepted Fred's death; and an even longer time before they would smile and be happy again. But as he looked down at his wife who had cried herself to sleep in his arms, he knew they would get through it. They would get through it together.
