A/N: I've always been horrible with endings and this is an amazing example of how bad I really am.
If Molly had been told two months ago that she would be expecting her third child without any complications (so far, at least), she wouldn't have believed it. She had gone through a miscarriage a year earlier and she was scared that she would never be able to have another baby again. But her and Arthur had come considerably far since that fateful miscarriage. They had both changed quite a few habits and they went about things differently. Now they were happily into the third month of their third pregnancy, which brought many new challenges. Like Charlie calling Molly names.
Molly hadn't expected to be so hormonal. She didn't remember being this hormonal in her other pregnancies but then again, Charlie was four years old. So there was a chance that she wasn't remembering everything. But either way, she hated it because she found herself becoming snappy with her kids, especially with her youngest son. He had inherited Arthur's stubbornness and his obsessive personality.
What had happened was Charlie didn't want to come inside. She had dinner to make and she didn't want to leave him outside alone. But his pet dragon, Elliot, didn't want him to go in, or so she was told. Becoming increasingly angry with Molly, Charlie eventually called her an anger filled dragon. With her hormones raging, that didn't go over too well with Molly and she sent him to his room, where he was at the moment as she prepared dinner. The more she thought about it, the more she realized how stupid it was to send Charlie to his room.
So she decided that it was time for Charlie to come out of his time out. She exited the kitchen and called up the many stairs that belonged to the Burrow. "Charlie, you can come down now," she said.
"No!" Charlie snapped back. He hated how mean Molly had gotten when he called her an anger filled dragon. He had said it to her multiple times before and she never said anything back to him, she always laughed. Maybe it was those... what did his dad call them? Hormones?
"Charlie," Molly said as she walked upstairs into his room, "I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?" she asked. She felt horrible for how nasty she had gotten to Charlie but pregnancy hormones could do crazy things to you.
"No," Charlie repeated as he turned away from his mother.
"Please? I'll give you extra dessert tonight," she said as she kneeled down next to Charlie, who was sitting next to his trunk of toys. Charlie immediately turned his head, excitement evident on his little face.
"Extra dessert?" he asked.
"Mhm," Molly agreed as she nodded her head. Almost instantly she felt Charlie nuzzle into
her barely-there baby bump.
"So you forgive me?" Molly asked as she wrapped her arms around Charlie.
"Yeah," he said as he looked up at his mother and smiled.
"Good," Molly replied. "Now, you want to help Mummy prepare dessert?" she asked. She didn't even care if she was half way through making dinner. She was willing to start dessert if it made her son happy.
"Yeah!" Charlie said as he stood up from his mother's lap and ran downstairs. Molly laughed and followed her son, noting that she could always make her boys, including Arthur, happy with just the mention of dessert.
