Molly, having gone through 5 other pregnancies, became rounder and rounder with each day. With only being in the second month, she wasn't massive, but she was noticeably bigger.

"Mummy, have you gained weight?" Charlie asked as he tilted his head to the side and focused on Molly's belly one night while the whole family was eating dinner. Charlie had always been the more observant one of the kids, so it didn't surprise Molly to hear Charlie's voice asking the question. Molly turned to Arthur and said,

"I guess it's time to tell them." Molly and Arthur had discussed the matter of telling their kids there was another Weasley on the way and agreed it would be best to tell them when she started to show.

"Tell us what Mummy?" Both Fred and George said at the same time. Molly took a seat in an empty chair that was near her and looked up at her kids.

"Ok all of you come and stand in front of me. This is kinda hard to explain." All her kids formed a U shape around her, and that is when she continued, "There's eight us right?" She asked, getting a nod in response. Once all the kids nodded, Molly started to point to each person and count out loud. "Well, there's going to be a ninth." She added after she counted to eight, confusing the younger kids.

"Where's the ninth one mummy?" Fred asked as he looked around the room.

"The 9th one is in here sweetie." Molly said as she took Fred's little hand and moved it to her stomach.

"There's one of us in there?" George asked as he put his face closer to Molly's stomach.

"No, it's a really small baby." Molly said as she chuckled softly.

"Were we small enough to fit in their mummy?" Fred asked.

"You were. There were two of you inside of Mummy when she was pregnant with you Fred." Arthur said before Molly could answer; he then stood up, with Ron in his arms and walked behind Molly, resting his free hand on her shoulder and squeezing it softly. The rest of the boys then started to move so they could put their hand on their mum's stomach like Fred had done.

"This is going to be a long 7th months." Molly said as she leaned back in the chair she was sitting in and looked up at Arthur. Bending down, Arthur lightly kissed his wife and said,

"Yeah, but it's gonna be a fun 7 months."

"Mummy make the baby kick." Percy said as he pulled himself up next to Molly on the couch. Molly chuckled quietly to herself, careful not to wake the sleeping baby lying across her belly,

"I can't honey, the baby isn't big enough to kick." Percy looked at her in disappointment.

"Yes it is mummy." He replied stubbornly as he leaned into Molly's bosom.

"No it isn't sweetie, you will be able to feel the baby kick when my stomach's bigger ok?" Molly promised. Percy nodded his head as he started to rub Molly's tummy were Ron wasn't occupying it.

"Ok mummy." He said quietly. That's when Molly wrapped her arm around her third eldest son and pulled him in close to her. Being so close to Molly, Percy started to drift off to sleep,

"Are you tired, Percy?" Molly asked him quietly.

"I'm not tired." Percy replied, once again, stubbornly.

"Ok, whatever you say." Molly replied with a slight laugh and within minutes Molly had two sleeping boys laying on her.