"Mollywobbles, I'm gonna read Bill a story!" Arthur called from the kitchen as he set down that days Daily Prophet.
"You just read him one, love." Molly called back from were she sat on the couch.
"That was yesterday, I have to read him one today." Arthur replied as he stood up from the kitchen table, walked into the living room and grabbed a book from the bookshelf.
"What is it going to be today?" Molly asked as she rolled her eyes. Being the typical first time dad that he was, Arthur was always talking to and rubbing Molly's now 6-month belly.
"The Three Little Pigs." Arthur responded as he pulled up a stool and sat down. Being in the upright position, Molly decided that it would be more comfortable to bring her legs up onto the couch and lean against the armrest.
"Let me help you, dear." Arthur said. He pulled out his wand, levitated a pillow from upstairs and put it behind her back.
"Thank you, love." Molly replied as she kissed him.
"Story time!" Arthur said in the middle of the kiss he was sharing with his wife, the child side of him coming out. Molly again rolled her eyes and let out a soft chuckle,
"Ok I'm ready."
"You have to lift up your shirt, Bill won't be able to hear."
"For Merlin's sake, Arthur." Molly said as she rolled her shirt up so it was resting under her swollen bosom. "Ok, you can start." She added as she noticed to look of anticipation on his face.
"Once upon a time there were three little pigs, who left their parents to see the world. All summer long, they roamed through the woods and over the plains, playing games and having fun. None were happier than the three little pigs, and they easily made friends with everyone. Wherever they went, they were given a warm welcome, but as summer drew to a close, they realized that all drifting back to their usual jobs, and preparing for winter." Arthur started as Molly lightly rubbed her belly. "Autumn came and it began to rain. The three little pigs started to feel they needed a real home. The laziest little pig said he would build a straw hut. Not quite so lazy, the second little pig went in search of planks of seasoned wood. The wisest little pig decided to build a house of stone." That's when Molly started drifting off to sleep as she listened to Arthur's calm voice. "Now, it was the wisest little pig that found the tracks of a big wolf in the neighborhood. The little pigs rushed home in alarm. Along came the wolf, scowling fiercely at the laziest pig's straw hut. 'Little pig, little pig, let me come in.' the wolf called. 'No, not by the hair of my chiny-chin-chin.' The frightened pig called back." Taking a slight pause to look up at his wife, Arthur noticed that she had fallen asleep. He stood up, set the book he was reading on the stool and slowly moved his arm under Molly's knee, careful not to wake her up. Arthur then lifted Molly into his arms and made his way up the three flights of stairs, looking down at her every few seconds to make sure he hadn't woken her up.
"What's going on?" Molly mumbled as Arthur softly set her down on their bed minutes later.
"Go back to sleep, love." Arthur replied as he kissed Molly softly. "I'm going to go start lunch while you rest." Arthur added as he realized how hungry he was.
"Don't catch anything on fire." Molly said, more of a joke then as a serious statement.
"I'll try not to." Arthur joked back as he leaned over for another kiss. "I love you, Mollywobbles."
"I love you too, Arthur." Molly replied as she drifted back to sleep. Arthur then waited until Molly fell back into a slumber before he made his way back downstairs.