29 August 1971—Happy
Molly sat on the sofa in the sitting room, rubbing her belly sleepily. The baby was moving around, too much for her to sleep, but she was very, very tired. She hadn't slept through the night in almost a week. One of her own homemade blankets was draped over her as she stared unfocusedly into the dying embers of the fire.
The baby gave a particularly sharp kick, and Molly frowned, adjusting herself slightly and rubbing the spot. "Mummy's tired, sweetheart," she said softly. "Playtime's later." She grinned at her own silliness.
There was a sound at the door, and Molly sat up, trying to erase the tiredness from her appearance as Arthur stumbled in, looking exhausted. He smiled tiredly at her.
"Hi, Molly," he said, coming to give her a kiss. He collapsed beside her on the sofa. "How are you?" he asked, patting her belly.
"We're fine," Molly told him with a smile. "Long day?"
Arthur shrugged. "It'll pay off soon. I'll be a proper member of the office by next month, if I can get through this now," he told her. "Then I'll be home at a reasonable hour every night."
"I know you will," Molly told him, sitting back and kissing his temple. "I'm so proud of you, sweetheart."
Arthur grinned. "Are you happy here, Molly?" he asked.
Molly blinked several times. "Yes, Arthur. I am," Molly told him.
They fell asleep on the sofa that night, and when Arthur went to work the next morning with a stiff neck, and Molly resumed unpacking with a sore back, neither of them seemed to notice.
Hope you guys are enjoying! I know they're short, but never fear, Molly and Arthur are probably ninety percent of my current to-be-written ideas hahaha. There will always be more Molly and Arthur!