He watched his son run a shaky hand through closely cropped ginger hair. The room was still except for the ragged breathing of the man before him. Arthur waited for him to compose himself.
"Therapy…" the thirty year old rasped.
Slowly his son stilled and Arthur chose his next words carefully, "Perfect does not exist." Ron's head snapped up at the declaration and he clarified, "You married a ready-made Weasley wife," he pressed, "she's passionate, obstinate, and downright terrifying on most days, yeah?"
Ron's head nodded minutely.
"Molly and I did not speak for a whole month once, I can't remember the details but it had something to do with the Ministry," his son looked at him in disbelief and it was Arthur's turn to run a hand through a head of grey hair. "After Fred, we stopped sleeping in the same bed," he admitted quietly. "We stayed like that for three months until your Hermione convinced us to see the mind healer."
"Therapist" Ron corrected in a whisper.
"Therapist," He agreed, "the war tore us apart in so many ways. It brought out the bad in us all, I looked at your mother some days and couldn't recognize the woman I had married." His eyes grew glassy, "But you know she has never looked more beautiful to me than these last few years. So many times things went unsaid and it grew and grew until I could no longer see Molly for all the rest."
"Love is a like a muddy river, there are so many things that can distract you in the running water but you have to overlook it sometimes to see the mountains in the back."
"She's so smart," Ron held. "But not perfect" he challenged.
"No, not perfect," the younger man agreed, "she is stubborn to the point of ruining relationships, cannot admit to fault without serious prodding, and loses herself in her work."
"You still love her though?"
"Merlin yes!" Ron's hand nervously fiddled with his tie, "she, she, she is everything. I get so bloody angry sometimes, but then I see her with Rose and Hugo and everything just halts."
Arthur's eyes crinkled, "See that's it. Therapy isn't so bad is it? You both have been through a lot in thirty years, sometimes it's hard to really figure out what you are looking for isn't it? But she's still the brassy woman you fell for at twelve, and you are her tactless funny husband, hmm?"
"There is no such thing as perfect"
"There is no such thing as perfect" Arthur confirmed.
And for the first time in hours he saw his son smile.
A/N: I get so upset when people insist that needing therapy means that a marriage is bad. I feel like people get wrapped up on the perfect!Hermione ideal and forget to view her as the human she is. They both are less than perfect individuals w/ a past, but they LOVE each other. I love this paring because they are real please don't discriminate because of stupid societal ideals.
*Rant over*
Hope you enjoy my once again short writing style.