I don't own any of this! It's all JK's I'm just playing with her stuff!

(MWAHAHAHHA)

"Ugh, when was this stomach flu going to end!?" I lay on my back on the floor of the loo adjoining Arthur and I's bedroom, my arms covering my eyes. The room was still spinning around me.

I had woken up in the middle of every night for the last week and a half like this. Arthur had been pestering me to head to St. Mungo's for a check-up since day two. I of course, had refused. Although, as I laid there trying to hold down the remnants of last night's cabbage stew, I couldn't help wondering if he may be right. "No, no, no," I told myself "You're completely fine. It's just a little bug. You're not even running a fever!"

"Molly dear, are you up again?" Arthur called from our bedroom.

"Yes, love, I'm in the loo" I replied

I heard Arthur pull himself out of the bed and walk towards me. I tried to get up and stop him, but the moment I attempted sitting up, the world began to run circles again. I laid back down and crossed my arms over my eyes.

I heard the door creak behind me; I uncrossed my arms, relaxed my palms across my stomach, and looked up. Arthur's figure stood over me, hands on his hips. He sighed, shook his head, then set down indian style on the floor beside me.

"So!" He asked, a bit of a sarcastic bite in his voice. "Are you ready to go to St. Mungo's yet?"

"Nope!" I replied stubbornly, shaking my head.

Arthur sighed again, "But Mollywobbles-" he began more sincerely, rubbing his hand on my thigh.

"No! don't you 'mollywobbles' me!," I retorted, smacking his hand away.

"Really Arthur, I'm fine." I said, sitting up.

" loo- -Oh."

At that moment I decided to attempt to stand and just show Arthur how very wrong he was.

I got to my feet and staggered a bit, catching myself with the edge of the sink. Maybe standing up wasn't such a great idea after all. I clasped a hand to my mouth.

Arthur shot to his feet. "Woah girl, all right, well, if we're not going to the healer's then we at least need to get you back in bed. I nodded, too nauseous to argue anymore. Arthur took my arm and helped me over.

I laid down carefully into bed really praying I wouldn't vomit again. Arthur gingerly lay down beside me. He then tried to roll over and take me into his arms. "Don't touch me" I said. He rolled onto his back again.

"Sorry love," I said. "Just need to be still here for a while, all right?"

"It's all right dear," he replied. "I just wish you'd go and get yourself checked out."

"Arthur Weasley, don't even start with me." I retorted.

"but-" He tried to interject.

"Not. Right. Now. We'll talk about this when it blows over in a few hours, just like it always does"

We lay there in silence. Three years of marriage had taught Arthur when to stop, and this was definitely one of those times.

After what seemed like hours, the nausea finally subsided. Arthur had fallen asleep beside me some time ago, but I still rolled over toward him hoping maybe the jostle of the bed would wake him up enough to wrap his arms around me.

My plan worked, as Arthur snuggled up next to me, wrapping me just as I had intended.

"Feeling better, are we love?" he asked sleepily.

"Yes" I replied guiltily. "Sorry I snapped at you earlier"

"It's all right Mollywobbles, but you do know that I'm just worried about you, right?"

I sighed. "yes"

"All right, so long as we're clear, Love." he grinned, kissing my forehead.

I took a deep breath and drifted back to sleep. I really did have the best husband in the world, even if he was a little bit thick sometimes.

The next morning began much like the night had ended. I was lying on the bathroom floor again, hands on my stomach when Arthur walked in. I hadn't even heard him get up.

This time, instead of arguing he just gave me a sympathetic half grin and lay down beside me.

"Should I even ask?" he said hopelessly.

"No" I replied.

"I had a feeling you'd say that." He sighed. "So I took the day off"

I looked at the clock. I hadn't even realized what time it was. Arthur should've been at work over an hour ago. I rolled over to tell Arthur what a dunce he was and he should just go to work, but the moving set off my stomach again.

I sat up and puked a few times into the pot then dry heaved, guess there was nothing left.

Arthur got up and got me a cool rag to wash my face off and a glass of water to rinse my mouth out with. After I was cleaned up, we both lay back down on the floor and he wrapped me in his arms as he'd done the night before. After a while, I finally asked Arthur to take me back to bed. He helped me up and carefully guided me back over. When he was sure I was lying down comfortably, Arthur sat down at the foot of the bed.

"Anything I can get you mollywobbles?" he asked, putting a hand on my leg.

"Toast sounds good," I replied "Oh, and Arthur, could you put some of that orange muggle stuff you love so much on top dear?"

"You mean orange marmalade?"

"Yes! That!"

"But I thought you hated the stuff?"

He was right, I usually despised it, so bad actually that I used to not even let it in the house. I knew it was one of Arthur's favorites though, and had finally relented a few months into our marriage, so long as he kept it away from me.

"I don't know why Arthur, but that just sounds really, really good right now"

"All right love whatever makes you feel better." He replied, jogging down the stars to whip up my odd request

"Molly dear, wake up" a strange voice cooed.

What? I hadn't even remembered falling asleep. And who was that waking me? It certainly wasn't Arthur. The voice did sound familiar, though.

"Hmm? Who's there?" I asked groggily, not bothering to open my eyes.

"It's mum Weasley, love. Arthur's gone off to work, and he's asked me to come and watch over you while you're sick." I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

"But I thought he told me he took the day off?"

"Molly, dearie that was yesterday!" Mrs. Weasley chuckled.

"Wait but," I rubbed my eyes again still trying to figure this out. "I've been asleep a whole day?!"

"Yes," she replied. This is why Arthur sent me here." She grinned mischievously "I think you and I should have a little chat, I've put some tea on downstairs. How's about you put something comfy on and join me?"

"Well, actually-" I hated to be rude but I had so much house work I was behind on and- oh! I just then realized that I had actually slept through the night (and day and part of the morning I guess) which meant I had to get up and working

"No, Molly! now I know what you're thinking, but you are not lifting a finger today. I'll tend to the house, you just come downstairs" Mrs. Weasley snapped. And with that, she left the room.

I descended the stairs slowly, careful not to re-upset my tummy.

I found Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen cleaning the sink.

"Mum, let me help" I pleaded walking towards her.

"nonsense!" She said, shooing me way.

"Now, go sit down, We've got a few things to discuss"

"no really let me help," I tried

"No!" She snapped. "Certainly not while you're sick"

"But I feel fine now!" I argued

"I know you do, and maybe the worst of it's over, but I have a feeling this maybe only the beginning dear"

"The beginning of what?" I asked a bit annoyed.

"Molly Weasley! Set down now before I floo your husband!"

I gave up, and went and sat down at the table where a pot of tea and two cup were already set.

She turned and leaned her back against the sink

"So Molly, Arthur's told me a bit about it, but explain to me how you've been feeling the last couple days"

I would've argued more , but I knew that if Arthur had sent her over to vet me he really must be concerned, besides, maybe if I answered her questions he'd quit pestering me about St. Mungos.

"Well, I've woken up the last week and a half, except for last night, with horrible nausea. So bad that after I'm done Arthur's been having to help me to bed. Then I've been sleeping, as you've seen, in insane amounts. Plus I've been eating like crazy; it seems I've almost been having to cooking for three!

Mum Weasley just grinned and sat down at the table next to me.

"Molly dear, I know this is a bit personal, but are you by chance- late" She had leaned in very close to me now and almost whispered the last word.

"you- you mean like Late late?, as in I'm.."

"Yes dear," she said nodding her head as a Cheshire cat sized grin spread across her face.

"No, I- don't think so.. Besides, that's crazy! Arthur and I haven't even been trying!"

"I'm just saying, you might want to be sure love. That's how it started for me, you know" she said excitedly "-when I was pregnant with Arthur"

I looked down at my belly, I mean, I'd never been a tiny girl, but surely I wouldn't have missed something as big as that. Could I really be...Expecting?

"Mum" I asked quietly still in a bit of shock"you think I could maybe just go lay down for a bit?"

"Sure dear. I'll take care of the house"

"Oh-" I added as I began to make my way to the stairs. "could we maybe just keep this between us?"

"Of course Molly."

"So? How was your day with mum Weasley" Arthur asked as he lay down beside me in the bed. He had gotten home at a very late hour. The ministry was currently in an uproar and needed all the help they could get.

"Just fine" I said, looking up from my book.

"Lovely, and how are you feeling?" he asked rolling onto his side and propping himself up with one arm.

"Loads better, actually! I've kept several meals down, so you won't need to send your mum over to fuss over me tomorrow." I said this with a little bit of sarcasm in my voice. I knew arthur was just trying to protect me but i couldn't help myself when it came to giving him a hard time.

"all right Mollywobbles you win" I could tell he wanted to protest more but his eyelids were already drooping and after a long day at the ministry he just didn't have it in him to fight me. "So long as you promise me that you'll floo one of us if you get feeling rough again"

I rolled over and cuddled up next to him.

"I promise"

I would really appreciate a review, as this is my first fanfic! If not, that's cool too! Follow, as there'll be many more chapters come. I also have a reaaaly bad habit of re-writing the early chapters when i come to the end of something, so you might want to re-check old ch. from time- to time as i get further in!