A/N: This is Molly and Arthur's perspective as they remember their years together. Will go from the Birth of Bill hopefully to the birth of Ginny. It starts off angsty with after Fred's death, but the rest will be fluff. Let me know if you like it so I can know to continue or not.
Disclaimer: For this and all chapters, I do NOT own Harry Potter or anything related.
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Arthur and Molly Weasley lay in bed the night after Fred's funeral. They were huddled against each other, cold and empty. As if something from their world were missing, and there was. They had lost their son, someone who they both loved more than words could ever describe.
They had both lost family members before, but neither of them had ever felt pain as real and as raw, and as heartwrenching as this.
Arthur felt Molly's head on his chest and rubbed her back as her tears slowly soaked the front of his shirt.
"Shh," he said as he felt her body starting to shake with uncontrollable agony. "We'll get through this sweetheart."
Molly lifted her head up and wiped a single tear from Arthur's cheek with the back of her hand.
"No we won't, it will always hurt like this," Molly sniffed.
"The pain won't go away, but we can make it bearable."
"How?" Molly said skeptically.
"We just have to remember the good times, and know that Fred lived a great and happy life. No one I know was more care-free and happy, or more loved."
Molly gave a small sob but nodded in agreement.
"I love him so much, but I don't even know if he knew it with all the time I spent yelling at him."
"He did know," Arthur said firmly. " How could he not? You've been a wonderful mother to him. Besides, if there's anything I know in this world, it's that I love my children and I know you do too. Just think back on how far we've come since we got married. We've had seven beautiful children and many, many happy memories."
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A twenty-year old, newly married Molly Weasley was spending the morning leaning over the toilet.
She couldn't be. No, she was not pregnant. Her and Arthur weren't ready. They had only been married barely six months. When could this have happened?
She remembered Valentine's Day. Arthur had surprised her with a romantic candle-lit dinner complete with champagne and a beautiful boquet of roses. They had spent a wonderful night together. If only she had known that less than two weeks later she would be spending the morning puking her guts up...
"Molly are you okay? Are you sick, sweetheart?" Arthur said concerdly as he found Molly in their bathroom.
"Only one way to know," Molly said weakly.
"What are you talking about?"
"Take out your wand," Molly said exasperatedly having left hers on her nightstand.
Arthur did as he was told.
"Now see if I'm pregnant."
Arthur looked at Molly as if she had two heads, but tapped his wand lightly on her stomach.
A little pink plus-sign erupted out of the tip of his wand. She was indeed, pregnant.
Molly and Arthur looked from the plus-sign to eachother in disbelief. Molly's heart was thumping, what if Arthur didn't want to be a father yet?
To her enourmous relief and delight, Arthur beamed and enveloped Molly in a rib-cracking hug, swiging her around in a circle.
"Molly, I can't believe it! How did this happen?"
"Arthur, you know how it happened. It must have been on Valentine's Day."
Arthur said nothing but stared at her in awe.
"So you're happy about this?" Molly asked uncertaintly.
"Are you kidding?! Of course I am! I'm absolutely thrilled Molly, you know I want children as much as you do."
"I know, I want children so badly, but this is so soon. We've only been married six months!"
"Look Molly, when I married you I agreed to love you no matter what surprises come at us in life. It doesn't matter that we didn't plan to have a child now, because no child is going to have a better life or be more loved."
Molly looked at her husband with the upmost love in her eyes. She reached up to kiss him on the cheek.
"I love you Arthur Weasley."
"I love you too Molly Weasley. We're going to be parents!"
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A/N: Reviews would be yummy! Please let me know if you liked it so I can know whether to continue or not.
