Molly was fraught with worry. She sat in her kitchen, both hands clutching a mug. She had always found solace in tea, in the warmth of the cup. Today, though, it did little to curb her anxiety. Earlier that day, Molly had visited St. Mungo's, hoping to find something there that would help ease an upset stomach. Once there, she got quite a surprising diagnosis; she was pregnant. "Merlin," Molly thought to herself, "what will we do?"
The young witch had good reason to be worried. She, as well as her husband, Arthur, were just out of Hogwarts, very much in love, and very happy. The couple had everything newlyweds could hope for, a happy marriage, a small but homely house and, now, a baby. Life was far from perfect, though. They were hardpressed for cash, with Arthur in the midst of applying for a job at the Ministry, and Molly intending to become a healer. Rumors were also swirling of the rise of a dark wizard. Many though the wizarding world was on the brink of war.
"Great timing, little one." Molly said sarcastically as she pushed her chair back from the table. She peered down at her abdomen, almost wary of believing she was really expecting. After a while, she had found her hand slowly drifting towards her still-flat tummy. She glanced quickly around the room, worried someone might be watching her. "Oh, stop being stupid," she scolded herself, as her hand dropped listlessly to her side.
The temptation was too great for her to handle. Quick as a flash, her hand was on her tummy. She rubbed slowly back and forth. The methodic touch gave her a kind of comfort she had never known before, one tea certainly could not provide. "I love you, little one," she said softly. Molly knew, at that moment, that as long as she had Arthur and the soon-to-be bundle of joy, that she would be alright. And from then on, she never worried.