This is for the challenge 'The Interpretation Challenge.' The song I got was 'She Will Be Loved' by Maroon 5. I know this isn't wat most people wouldn't think of when they listen to this song but for some reason when I listened to it before I started writing it just popped into my head.
"Mollywobbles!" Arthur called after he apparated into the kitchen of the Burrow late one night, checking to see if she was still up.
"I'm in here, love." Molly called back, sitting in the large recliner chair in the living room.
"What are you still doing up? It's late." He replied as he walked into the room his wife was occupying, kissing her softly on the lips once he made his way over to her.
"I wanted to get started on the twins jumpers, with them due in a week it will be harder to get everyone's done by Christmas."
"All the boys are asleep, right?" Arthur asked as he looked around nervously, not wanting to get to the reason why he was home so early.
"Yeah, of course. What's the matter?" Molly asked, concern evident in her voice.
"I've got some bad news." He replied as he scooped his wife up into his arms, sitting down in the chair before setting her in his lap.
"W-what happened?" She asked shakily.
"Fab and Gid." Is all he could manage before bursting into tears.
"Are they ok?" Molly asked as she immediately sat up, tears forming in her eyes.
"Antonin Dolohov k-killed them a half hour ago. The ministry sent me home to t-tell you." Arthur stuttered as he looked at Molly, immediately pulling her closer to him when she bursted into tears. "I'm so sorry, Molls. I didn't want to have to tell you." He added soothingly into her ear, tears still rolling down his cheeks.
"Why? How?" Molly replied after minutes of sobbing.
"They were in their apartment and there were 4 other Death Eaters, they just couldn't fight them all off." Arthur replied sadly.
"The babies, they're due in a week! What are we going to do, Arthur?" Molly replied, her hand drifting to her ever swollen stomach.
"We'll figure something out, Mollywobbles. We will." He replied, trying to sound confident. Wrapping his arms around her even tighter, Arthur rocked Molly back and fourth as she started to cry once again, whispering soothing things into her ear and rubbing small circles on her back.
"Arthur," Molly said suddenly as she started to moan in pain. "It's time."
"What do you mean 'it's time?'" Arthur asked as he started to panic.
"The babies, Arthur. They're coming." She replied as the contraction coursing through her body subsided.
"O-oh ok. Let's see, umm I'll floo my mum and we'll take you to St. Mungos."
"Hurry!" Molly replied as another contraction coursed its way through her body.
An Hour and a Half Later
"Arthur, he's beautiful!" Molly breathed as she looked down at the twin she happened to be holding.
"They both are." Arthur replied as he looked from the one he was holding to the one his wife was holding.
"What are we going to name them, love?" Molly asked as she looked up at him lovingly.
"Well, since this one looks like Fabian lets name him… Fredrick."
"Fredrick Gideon." Molly, again, breathed.
"And since this little guy," Arthur said as he ran his hand over the baby in Molly's arms tummy, "Looks like Gideon lets name him… George."
"George Fabian." Molly replied as she turned her attention back to George. "I love it, Arthur." She added as she started to tear up.
"I'm glad, my dear." He replied, kissing his wife ever so slightly on the lips. What they were both thinking, but left unspoken was that Fred and George were miracles brought to them by both Fabian and Gideon.