a/n: I've had this sitting around for quite some time and I've finally decided to finish it and post it. The ending is absolute crap, like the rest of my fics, but that's all right (:
Arthur worried that his wife was doing too much for Bill and Fleur's wedding. He knew there was a lot to be done because they were having the wedding at the Burrow but he worried she was working herself too hard. And it only seemed to worsen when Fleur's parents came to stay with them a few days before the wedding.
"Molly, darling, why don't you come to bed with me? I miss sleeping next to my wife," Arthur said two nights before the wedding.
"I'll come in a minute, love," Molly replied as she stopped scrubbing the counter and looked at her husband, forcing a would be calm smile.
"How bout you come now," Arthur said as he walked towards his wife and softly wrapped his lengthy fingers around her elbow, guiding her toward the living room, "and finish it tomorrow?" he asked.
"Because we don't have that much time before the wedding," Molly replied as she tried to pull out of Arthur's firm grasp.
Arthur pulled out his wand and with a swift motion of his wrist set the kitchen to clean itself. "Will you come to bed now?" he asked as he pocketed his wand.
Seeing the kitchen clean itself, Molly sighed. "Okay," she said as she looked up her husband and gave him a tired smile.
Arthur smiled and intertwined his fingers with Molly's, leading her into the living room where he had already set up their bed. With Fleur's parents staying at the Burrow, Molly and Arthur had agreed to sleep on the couch.
Getting into the transfigured bed, Arthur rolled around onto his side and propped his head against his hand while he watched his wife also get into bed.
"You're working too hard, love," he murmured as his wife snuggled into his body and rested her head in the crook of his shoulder.
"It'll be worth it, though," Molly replied as she looked up at Arthur and gave him another tired smile, feeling him wrap his arm around her waist.
"I'm worried about you, Mollywobbles," Arthur said as he planted a soft kiss on his wife's forehead. "You're stressing yourself out too much," he added.
It was true; Molly was stressed out more than she usually was. Planning a wedding was proving to be harder than she expected it to be.
"I know," Molly said as she nuzzled her husband's chest. "I just want my baby's wedding to be perfect," she said.
"And it will be, darling," Arthur said. Molly looked up at him. He knew exactly what she was thinking. "Or as perfect as it can be during a time of war."
"I hope so," Molly replied as she cuddled closer to Arthur and let out a sigh.
"It will be, I promise," Arthur said. "Now get some sleep, you need it," he added as he dropped his head to his pillow, pulled Molly in as close as she could get and kissed her forehead again.
Molly started to drift off to sleep but before she could fall asleep, she lifted her head one more time and said, "What if something does go wrong?"
"Mollywobbles," Arthur said as he opened his eyes and looked at Molly, "I love you more than you'll ever know but you've seriously got to stop worrying."
"Okay." Molly let out a soft laugh. "I'll try," she said as she rested her head back down and, again, started to drift off to sleep. Arthur closed his eyes once more and, just like Molly had done seconds before, fell asleep. The next morning, Molly was right back at it again, stressing herself out more than the night before. But Arthur let her be, knowing he wouldn't win this battle.