Several weeks later, Molly was cooking dinner while she chatted with Mum Weasley. The boys had adjusted easily to their grandmum living with them, and were a little disappointed when Molly and Arthur told them it wasn't permanent. Currently, her boys were outside, playing with their father, and Molly watched them out the kitchen window. She was now anxiously waiting for the baby to arrive as she was now only a couple of days away from her due date, and utterly miserable in the dry, August heat. Arthur was constantly on alert and tried to make her as comfortable as possible, although there wasn't much he could do.

"Molly, love, is supper almost ready?" Arthur asked, as he came in from outside with his boys behind him and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Yes, Arthur. By the time you and the boys get washed up, it should be done." As Arthur herded the boys upstairs to wash up, she turned to her mother-in-law. "Mum Weasley, would you mind setting the table for me?"

"Sure, dear." She replied as she got up from where she was sitting at the kitchen table and began gathering plates, utensils and napkins for the family. Molly busied herself with putting the food on the table and began serving the boys as they filed in around the table, settling into their places. Once dinner was finished, Mum Weasley offered to do the dishes, while Molly and Arthur put the boys to bed. After the boys were asleep, Molly and Arthur decided to turn in themselves.

"Arthur?" Molly asked into darkness. She was laying in bed next to him, and she just couldn't get to sleep.

"What is it my love?" He asked rolling over onto his side to look at her.

"I can't sleep."

"Why?"

"I'm hot, miserable and I can't get comfortable."

"Would you like me to get you some ice water?"

"Would you? And maybe put a pillow under my feet, please?"

"Sure, Molly-girl." He said as he rolled out of bed to do as she asked. When he came back with the ice water, he saw she was sitting up.
"What's wrong, Molly?"

"Nothing. Will you rub my back, please?" She asked as she took the glass from him and began to drink.

"Sure, Molly. Where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere. Start at the top and work your way down please."

"Okay, Molly." He started at her shoulders, and making small circles, he rubbed up and down her back. He was glad the baby was going to be here soon, he found it hard to sleep when Molly was absolutely miserable. Besides, he was very tired, ever since the dry heat of summer had set in; Molly was finding it harder to sleep at night, keeping him awake. When she said that her back felt better, he maneuvered them around so that they were lying down, with his arms wrapped around her, in hopes of getting her to sleep. After a while, he heard her soft, steady, breathing and finally allowed himself to go to sleep.

Molly's due date had come and gone, with not even the slightest sign of her going into labor. Now two days after her due date, she was resting in her rocking chair knitting a pair of booties for the baby. Arthur and the children were outside and Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen preparing lunch. As she stood up to see if there was anything she could help with in the kitchen, a sharp pain coursed through her body. Recognizing it as labor pain, she sat back down and called for Mrs. Weasley.

"Molly, are you sure?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she came into the living room when she heard Molly call for her.

"Yes, Mum Weasley, I'm sure. Call Arthur inside."

Mum Weasley hurried back into the kitchen and called Arthur inside, Arthur immediately rushed to his wife's side and held her hand as another contraction hit her. When the contraction had passed, he gently helped her to her feet and over to the fireplace.
Grabbing floo powder from the flowerpot, he stepped into the fireplace behind her, holding her close.

Throwing the floo powder down, he clearly stated "St. Mungo's Maternity Ward." Within moments, they were standing in the reception area. As Arthur went to check her in, Molly sat down in one of the chairs. After a few minutes, Arthur came back to her side and breathed with her through the next contraction. He gently helped her to feet once again, and led her down a hallway to a hospital room. Between contractions, he managed to help her into a hospital gown, and began walking with her around and around the room. With each contraction, she squeezed his hand, hard. When she got too tired to walk, he guided her back to the bed and helped her lay down.

A few hours had passed since they had arrived and Healer Sedgewick had announced she was progressing beautifully and he expected the baby to arrive within the next four hours. As stronger contractions came and went, Arthur just smiled at his wife when she squeezed his hand so hard he thought all of his fingers were broken.

"Mrs. Weasley?" Healer Sedgewick came back into the room just as another contraction started. When the contraction had subsided, he continued. "Mrs. Weasley, with the next contraction, I want you to push as hard as you can," he said as he pushed her legs up on the bed so her knees were bent. "Let's have this baby." He finished smiling at the pair of them.

Over the next hour, stronger contractions came and went, and with each one, Molly doubled up in pain, uttering almost animal-like growls. Arthur encouraged her, and held both of her hands. "Molly, you're doing spectacular. I can see her head, she's got red hair!" Arthur said and Molly smiled at him before the next contraction hit.

"Mrs. Weasley, a couple of more pushes should do it. That's it!" Healer Sedgewick encouraged her, and a few minutes later he was tying off the baby's cord.

"Mr. Weasley, would you like to cut the cord?" Arthur kissed Molly's forehead as he stood up and walked over to the infant. He cut the cord and Healer Sedgewick went about getting the baby cleaned off. Meanwhile, Arthur gently kissed his wife. "Congratulations. You've had a little girl." Healer Sedgewick said as he handed the baby to Molly. Healer Sedgewick then left the room, giving them some alone time with their new daughter.

"Oh, Arthur, she's perfect, isn't she?" Molly asked as she looked up at her husband with a glowing smile.

"Yes, she is. Do you still want to name her Ginevra?"

"Yes, Arthur, that is if you don't mind."

"Molly-girl, I think that Ginevra is the perfect name for our little girl. Ginevra Molly Weasley." Arthur murmured looking intently at his daughter.

"Molly? Why do you want to name her after me?" Molly asked as she looked up at her husband.

"Because, she's what you've always wanted." Arthur replied leaning down to kiss little Ginevra on the forehead then kissing Molly gently. "Now, you two get some rest and I'll bring her brothers up to visit later, okay?"

"Okay, Arthur. I love you."

"I love you too, Molly. Get some rest huh?" Arthur said as he got up and left the hospital room, planning to go straight home to make the announcement to his mother and sons.

About an hour later, Molly heard a soft knock on the hospital room door. "Come in." She called knowing it was Arthur with the children. Sure enough, when the door opened, there were seven redheads looking in on her. Bill and Charlie were the first ones over to their Mum and gave her a hug. Once the other boys had said their hellos, they settled themselves on the bed around Molly to get a good look at their sister.

"I want to hold Ginny." Fred demanded, as soon as he saw her. Molly looked up at Arthur with a puzzled look on her face.

"Oh, love, I guess that wants some explaining. Seems Ginevra is a bit of a mouthful for the twins, so it looks like its Ginny for short." Arthur said as he walked over to his wife. Then the questions started.

"Mum, when can we play with her?"

"How can you tell she's a girl? She looks like a regular baby to me."

Molly quickly interrupted the flow of questions. "Well, Charlie, you won't be able to play with her for a while yet, she needs to grow some first. She'll be sleeping most of the time for awhile." Charlie seemed satisfied with this answer and nodded his head. "Bill, she only looks the same from the tummy up." Molly said smiling at her oldest.

Bill looked up at her and then to his father with a red face before blurting: "That's disgusting! It nit Dad?" Arthur just laughed at his oldest son and ruffled his hair.

"An attitude that will change in just a few years, I'd wager." At this statement, Bill just grew redder.

"Boys, you know that little babies like Ginevra take up a lot of Mummy's time at first but that doesn't mean I love the rest of you any less. Actually a new baby means more love for everybody. I'm going to need some help over the next few months, can I count on my older boys to help out?" Molly asked addressing all of her sons.

All six redheads nodded, then Bill jerked his thumb towards a far corner of the room and said "Oi! Boys over here!" Fred, George, Charlie and Percy joined their oldest brother in the corner. Molly looked quizzically at Arthur who just shrugged. After much whispered conversation, and five little thumbs sticking out of five fists, Bill came back to his parents. "We took a vote. You can keep her, even if she is a girl." Bill announced.

"Isn't that wonderful love?" Arthur asked grinning at his wife.

"Yes, I'm glad we had that settled so quickly." Molly said, grinning.

"An excellent decision, too, boys. I'm sure you won't regret it. Now, all Weasley boys need to get ready to go home and stay with their grandmum." Arthur said, gently herding the boys back out of the room. After a few minutes, Arthur returned and lay down on the bed next her, gently lifting little Ginevra from her mother's arms. "Merlin, Molly, I can hardly believe it. We have a daughter."

"Arthur, love?" Molly asked looking up at him.

"What is it Molly?"

"Can we be finished for a while?"

"What do you mean?"

"No more babies." She said, smiling.

"You don't want an even eight?" Arthur asked astounded.

"No, I don't want to go for an even eight, not right now anyway."

"Okay, love. Seven's good. We can field our own Quidditch team!"

"Arthur, what am I going to do with you?" Molly asked shaking her head at him.

"I don't know, Molly." Arthur said as he smiled at his wife. Molly snuggled up to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Minutes later, she was asleep and Arthur turned his attention to the baby in his arms.

"Ginevra, no matter how old you get, you'll always be our baby girl." Arthur whispered to her and kissed her on the forehead. Just then, a medi-witch came in to check on them, holding a bottle.

"Mr. Weasley, it's time for your daughter's first feeding." The medi-witch said as she walked over to Arthur and handed him the bottle. Arthur just smiled at her as he took the bottle from her and shifted Ginevra in his arms so she could nurse. Shortly after, she fell asleep in his arms. He gently shifted Molly's head so she was resting it on the pillow and walked over to the bassinet that was in the room, he carefully lay the sleeping babe down.
Then he lay back down beside his wife and rested her head on his shoulder again. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close and fell asleep with a smile on his face. A few hours later, Molly awoke to her daughter's cries. Disentangling herself from Arthur's embrace, she hurried to her daughter's side and began rocking her in her arms. She softly sang a lullaby that she had sang to all of her children that had a special meaning to her, especially after Percy was born.

Come stop your crying It'll be all right Just take my hand Hold it tight I will protect you from all around you I will be here, don't you cry For one so small, you seem so strong My arms will hold you keep you safe and warm This bond between us can't be broken I will be here don't you cry 'Cause you'll be in my heart Yes you'll be in my heart From this day on, now and forevermore You'll be in my heart no matter what they say You'll be in my heart always.

When Ginevra's cries had declined to mere whimpers, she asked the medi-witch to bring her a warm bottle. She had stopped breast-feeding her children when Ron came along because she was so tired all of the time and Arthur hated to see so worn out. Arthur had insisted that she bottle the milk, so they could take turns with the nighttime feedings. She had agreed, thinking it would be nice to sleep longer at nights while her children were infants. By now, Arthur had awoken as well and he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist as she nursed little Ginevra.

"Everything all right, darling?" He asked, whispering in her ear.

"Yes. Did I wake you?"

"You could say that. Have I ever told you that you have a beautiful voice?"

"I believe you have, dear."

"Well, you do." He reached up and brushed her long auburn hair behind her ear. Then he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her neck. She shuddered in his arms at the intimate gesture.

"Arthur,"

"What Molly?"

"In two months, I'll be thirty."

"So?"

"So, I'm old."

"No you're not. I'm thirty, does that make me old?"

"No." She rolled her eyes even though he couldn't see with her back turned to him.

"Well then, what makes you think you're so old?"

"Arthur, if you asked me fifteen years ago, where I saw myself in fifteen years, I would not have said married with seven children."

"So, you're unhappy with the way your life turned out?"

"No, I'm just saying I never pictured myself the mother of seven children before my thirtieth birthday."

"You regret marrying me and having our children so soon, don't you?" He said frowning as he pulled away from her.

"NO! Arthur, I'll never regret marrying you and having our children. Yes, we got started early and my parents didn't approve so they disowned me, but I love you Arthur! I have no regrets now nor will I ever." She was on the verge of tears now; Ginny had long ago fallen asleep so she placed her back in the bassinet. Then she threw her arms back around him.

"Molly, don't cry, I didn't mean to upset you."

"Well, whether you meant to or not, you did so why don't you just go home?" Her was voice full of rage and hurt.

"Fine! Maybe I will!" He roared, forgetting there was a sleeping baby in the room.

"Do not raise your voice at me, Arthur Weasley." Molly countered, her voice low and harsh, her eyes narrowed into piercing daggers.

"Don't raise your voice at me then."

"Arthur, I did not raise my voice to you. You raised your voice to me."

"Molly, you're being unreasonable."

"What? I'm not the unreasonable one here, Arthur! You are!" By now she was standing foot away from him, hands on her hips.

"Me, unreasonable? Now that's going too far Molly."

"You're the one who said it first. Not me."

"Molly, please, do we have to fight?"

"Fight? If you haven't noticed, we're already fighting!"

"Tell me what I did wrong then."

"You know what you did wrong. So you know what? You may go to hell whenever you would like Arthur Weasley, because I don't care to see your face anymore"

"FINE!" He shouted and they stood glaring at one another in fury for a moment, then Arthur Disapparated.

During their argument, Ginny had woken up and once again, Molly rushed to her daughter's side. "Shhh, Ginny, it's okay. Mummy's here." Molly talked to her daughter quietly and began silently cursing Arthur for yelling, waking their baby.

"Ginevra, I promise you, Mummy and Daddy don't fight like that all of the time; only when he decides to be a big stupid git. He's really sweet most of the time but sometimes, I swear he just pushes my buttons to see just how angry he can get me."

Meanwhile, Arthur had Apparated to the Burrow but he was too furious to go back to bed. He stayed up rehashing the argument he had just had with Molly, trying to figure out what he had done wrong. Then resigning to the inevitable,(the inevitable being he needed to get back to sleep), he began climbing the stairs to his bedroom before thinking "Wait a minute, I can't sleep unless she's beside me or I'm on the couch because of an argument..." therefore, he turned and headed back to the living room, settling himself on the couch. After all, if Molly had been home, that's exactly where he'd be anyway.

Back at the hospital, Molly had managed to get Ginevra back to sleep and was currently lying in the hospital bed, her and Arthur's argument whirring through her mind. If she was completely honest with herself, she didn't know exactly why she'd yelled at him, he hadn't really done anything wrong, except imply that she had regrets about marrying him, which she really didn't as she had pointed out. Arthur was so good to her. He may not be the richest wizard in the world, she mused, but they never went without anything important. They had a house that was completely paid for, food on the table, clothes on their backs. He may not have the best job in the world either, but he was always home at a decent hour, except when he had to work late due to the war plus he absolutely loved his job and she just couldn't see him being happy doing anything else. He had always been able to give her every thing she needed, undying love and affection. He had given her seven beautiful and wonderful children, which he helped with, unfailingly and completely. Bathing them, teaching them, playing with them. Loving them. He cooked and cleaned, that alone was more than what most wives could say about their husbands. In fact, she could think of a million ways how their situation could be worse. She chalked it up to the baby blues that come after having a baby and mood swings, and resolving to apologize to Arthur first thing in the morning, she rolled over into her pillow and fell asleep.