A collection of seven one shots which tell the story of Molly and Arthur wondering whom their children will eventually grow up to marry. Cute and to the point. Happy reading, and don't forget to click that review button!
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Glorioski
A Thing for Gingers
She frowned in disappointment at the post-birth weight that she still had left to shed. True, Molly wasn't the tiniest of girls; she had her curves. But she wasn't fat either. And when you're petite and curvy, every pound shows.
That's what she thought anyway. In time, she would come to terms with herself as a woman, but now, still being fairly young, it was rather difficult to deal with the body image.
"I don't mind." Arthur muttered sleepily next to her, clearly reading her mind. "You're the most beautiful woman in the world, regardless."
She smiled to herself and shook her head, looking down at the month-old baby in her arms. It was difficult, this whole "liking your offspring" thing, especially when all they did was wake you up at two, four, and six in the morning, and complete regular, sometimes explosive, bodily functions. She exhaled a great amount of air.
"Do you miss him?" Arthur had asked her, on their date night a few evenings ago. Her brothers were dealing with the newborn at home.
She had shifted uneasily in her seat. "Um…not really. You?"
Arthur's gaze had darted in and out of hers, "Er- I don't think so. Is that bad?"
She chuckled at the memory now, as the three of them sat up in the living room, the sound of chickens clucking drifting in through the open windows. Her firstborn had a particular way of sleeping: stretched out like some sort of super hero flying through the skies. Initially, Molly and Arthur had worried, wondering if his stomach was bothering him or if he had some horrible malady that made his sleeping position so strange. Yet, the healer had assured them that it was perfectly normal. It was a mere personality trait.
"I wonder about you, little Billy." She murmured to the sleeping baby. Arthur glanced over to watch Molly softly caress the little hand that was poking out from the bundle of blankets in her arms. "Who are you going to marry?"
"Now this is a fun game." Arthur smiled, placing down his paper to give his full attention to his wife's musings. "are we playing?"
"Well, it's just sort of fun to wonder, isn't it?" Molly responded with a scoff. "What d'you reckon?"
"Definitely low maintenance." Arthur nodded, stroking his unshaven cheek thoughtfully. "If she's going to deal with his sleeping patterns, anyway."
"Funny, smart…" Molly contributed. "He'll need someone who can keep him on his toes."
"I'm thinking a tall, glamorous blonde. She'll have to match him. Just look at how handsome he is."
They gazed at their son for a few silent moments, and the smooth red hair that lay on his head.
"She'll have to have a thing for gingers, you know." Molly added. "We're not very common."
"But we're oh-so-charming." Arthur smirked, leaning over to kiss his wife on the cheek. "So she'll be powerless against him!" He added for dramatic effect.
"She'll be strong." Molly finished, after they had shared a tired laugh. "She'll need to be."
"Why do you say that?" Arthur asked, wondering about the slightly prophetic tone in her voice.
"I just know." She cooed, mostly to Bill, as he continued to sleep like the little super hero he was.
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One of these little short ditties for each of the Weasley kids! They will all happen at different ages. Charlie is next (duh)! Read and review….please.
