Characters: Arthur, Molly Weasley

Plot: Arthur's POV about his darling wife.

Why you will care: I don't know really.....this just came to me (:

God Bless

(I own nothing but the plot, though I would love the Weasley family :P enjoy!)

P.S: I wanna start a prayer chain, just to kinda get my faith out there, just for our country and stuff, so feel free to pray or add this to your stories too. God Bless. Our Saviour will keep us safe. (: alright, sorry for babbling! haha, time for Arthur\Molly, I'm just going crazy right now, bored to no end! So this will be looooooooooooooong!

Whenever I looked at her, my heart fluttered....it skipped.....it filled with adoration. My MollyWobbles....mine...no one else's...i loved that. I had alwasy been a man of committment, and even if I hadn't been, wouldn't trade my wife for anything...she was equally, my everything.

I hated to see her upset, I had alwasy been able to tell when she was and it broke me down more and more each time she was angry, or emotional....the nights she would cry in my arms I could barely compose myself either. She was my everything!

When each of our children were born, I felt surges of compassion for my wife...her pain brought on my children, and I was eternally greatful for my...our children. I alwasy would be, I had made that committment when Bill had graced us with his first ever cry, and when Ginny had graced us with her last before she uttered the words, "Mummy, Daddy!"

During the first War, I was deathly frightened for my family....my darling wife that was alwayas at home, cooking and cleaning for me and our children, wating for me to come home to hug and kiss me, to be with me....Yes, I loved My Molly.

The night Fabian and Gideon died....something changed in my wife....I should know, that after that night, my Mollywobbles was never the same, though, that night opened up a new realm of exploring her, I felt as though theres was still more to learn about her, when I was so close to thinking I knew it all.....I thanked God for that, because now, ever since that, I always longed to know one new thing about her. Good or bad...I needed her....Really...needed...that's what it ultimately came down to.

I knew Molly was alwasy frightened of something happening to me, never caring about herself....I tried assuring her I'd be fine....but the night of my attack, again the cycle changed. Our lvoe was whirlwinded into confusion and a new longing to know and be close to each other. A new longing to never lose each other was met, and I needed My Molly like i needed the oxygen tank at that moment, she needed me, like she needed her air also...and I promised her I'd be OK.....but never was she assured, because she loved me, and because when you love, its never perfectly assured....that's the beauty of it....that we never know, but that we love BECAUSE we don't know.

a\n: please reive,w I like this haha. God Bless