Arthur awoke the next morning to the sound of running water coming from their private bathroom, alerting him to the fact that Molly was in the shower. He heard the water cut off and seconds later; Molly emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. She hadn't seemed to notice that he was awake, and she set about getting ready for the day. He held his breath as she allowed the towel to fall away, gathering around her feet. He loved her body, from the soft swell of her full breasts, to the curve of her hips; she was so sexy to him. Before he realized it, he had climbed out of bed and wrapped his arms around her waist, enjoying the feel of her soft skin under his hands, forgetting that at the moment, she was mad at him.

"Arthur, get away from me." He snapped back to reality, the past day's events whirring through his mind.

"Arthur, get the hell away from me." She repeated adding emphasis.

"Oh, Mol, can't we just kiss and make up?"

"No. But that's all you want isn't it? You want to skip the whole making up process and go straight to the make up sex." She said this harshly, hoping to get her point across.

"No, Mol, that's not what I want. Sure, I like making love with you, to you, but I like being on your good side more."

"Well, get away from me. I want to be mad for awhile."

"Molly, you can't stay mad at me forever, I love you."

"I know Arthur, I love you too. But I want to be mad for a while. Let go of me."

He let go of her and she proceeded to get dressed. Arthur watched her every move, as she slowly got dressed, as if to prolong his pain of seeing her curvy, naked body become clothed. She pulled her hair into a bun on the top of her head and turned to go downstairs to make breakfast for him and the children. Glancing at the clock, he realized he was running late and would have to hurry through his routine in order to make it to work on time. He really wanted to make things right with her, if he didn't do it soon, they could be fighting for weeks. He decided that on his way home, he would stop in Diagon Alley and pick her up something nice. He hadn't told her that he didn't use all of his saved money to buy the car, so he would spend the rest of it on her. That night, after the kids had gone to bed, Arthur sat down on the couch and Molly settled herself in her rocking chair to knit. He quickly decided that if he was going to make up with her tonight, now was the time.

"Mol,"

"What, Arthur?"

"Come here and sit on my lap."

"Why?"

"Please, I have something to say."

"Well then, say it."

"Mol, please, come sit on my lap."

"Oh, all right." Realizing she wasn't going to win, she got up and settled herself lightly in his lap and he wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Mol, I know I drive you crazy with all of the Muggle rubbish, as you call it, I bring home, but something as big as a car, I should have asked you first."

"No, Arthur, we've always had an agreement, as long as I don't have to hear about it or see it, I don't care if you have it. I guess I went a little overboard when you told me about the car"

"Well Mol, I am sorry, can you forgive me for being a big git?"

"Yes." She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"I have something for you."

"What do you mean? It's not our anniversary."

"I know. I felt guilty about buying a car, so I stopped in Diagon Alley today and bought you something."

"Arthur, you didn't have to do that."

"I know. I wanted to. Here." He handed her a skinny box, which she immediately opened.

"Arthur, its beautiful." She gasped as she pulled out a thin silver chain with a small heart pendant, tears filling her deep brown eyes.

"You like it?"

"Yes. Will you fasten it for me?" She handed him the chain and he fastened it around her neck.

"Turn around so I can see how it looks on my girl." She happily obliged and smiled at him when she did.

"Absolutely perfect." He said approvingly. She blushed prettily and it only made his heart swell. He was certain he was back on his wife's good side. He placed a finger under her chin, tilting her face up to his. He brought his lips down to meet hers, kissing her with as much love as he had ever felt for her. He felt her relax against him, returning his kiss. He tightened his arm around her waist, and brought his other hand around to travel up her stomach, finally cupping her breast.

"Arthur, what are you doing?" She asked, breaking the kiss.

"We've made up haven't we?"

"We have, but what are you doing?"

"Mol, you know what I'm doing." He said with a wicked grin.

"What? OH!" Realization dawned on her and she kissed him again. After breaking the kiss a second time, she led him upstairs to their bedroom. "Arthur, you have to put a silencing charm around the room." She told him.

"I already have Molly-girl. Come here." He held out his arms and she stepped into them. He then tilted her face up to his again, this time kissing her nose before bringing her in for a long kiss. When she flickered her tongue across his bottom lip, tantalizing him, he let out a soft moan before crushing his mouth to hers, probing his tongue deeply into her mouth and wrapping her in a tight embrace. Making soft whimpering sounds into his mouth, she slipped her hand up under his jumper allowed it to travel slowly up his chest. He let one of his hands drift to the hem of her skirt, lifting it and he began working his way up to her hips. His other hand found itself tangled in her hair, loosening the bun on top of her head, letting her hair fall around her shoulders. She pulled his jumper up and over his head, and she began kissing a trail down his throat. He unbuttoned her blouse, and slid it off of her shoulders, and held her tightly to his chest, beginning to kiss her neck, shoulders, and throat. He wanted to take his time, intent on making the most of their pleasure, as Merlin only knew when they would have any alone time again. He unzipped her skirt, and it effortlessly fell to pool around her feet. He then removed her bra, and treated her breasts his full attention. As he planted hot, wet kisses on the silken curves, she cried out his name in a whimper and grasped a fistful of his short hair. He slid her panties off and backed her toward the bed. His fingers drifted downward, slipping between her thighs. Her fingers kept themselves busy undoing his trousers and sliding off his boxers. Finally laying her down gently, he blazed a trail of kisses leading from her throat to her abdomen, making sure to kiss the spot where the heart pendant rested on her skin. He then worked his way back up, bringing loud moans from her mouth, but when he got back to her breasts, he pulled one of her nipples into his mouth to suckle hard, over and over again. His fingers continued rubbing back and forth between her thighs, making her flow hot and wet for him. He then brought one hand up to circle his thumb around her other nipple, pleasuring her. She arched up to him at his gentle touch, sliding her hands up and down his back. "Baby, you ready for me?" He asked, his self-control was fading fast and he was becoming aroused to painful proportions.

"Yes, Arthur, yes." She gasped as she felt the entry of his manhood, and let out a soft whimper as he began moving with slow, even strokes. He ran his fingers through her long auburn hair, raining kisses down on her neck and shoulders as he moved. They swiftly brought one another to climax, and shuddering, he pumped out his essence into her. He collapsed on top of her with his full weight, and she brushed her hair off of her sweaty forehead.

"Arthur, you haven't lost your touch." She said, smiling, gazing into his passion-glazed eyes.
He cleared his throat before he spoke.

"Neither have you Molly-girl." He rolled over so he was lying beside her and raised himself up on one elbow. He lazily traced her belly button with his forefinger and asked, "Again?"

"Again! Arthur, I don't know, Ginny will be waking up soon, wanting her bottle."

"Come on Mol, we don't get as much time alone as we used to, since we've had children.."

"I know, Arthur. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to get me pregnant again." She laughed a little and gave him a playful grin.

"Molly, I can't get you pregnant again." He said this seriously, meeting her gaze.

"Why?" She asked, clearly not expecting him to say this, something along the lines of a joke maybe, but not that.

"I had a vasectomy."

"What! Why? When?"

"A vasectomy, it prevents me from getting you pregnant. I had it done about a week after Ginny was born."

"I know what it is, Arthur. Why did you do it?"

"Because you said you didn't want anymore children and I wasn't going to take any chances."

"I said I didn't want anymore right now, Arthur. What if I want more in the future?"

"It's a reversible procedure. If you want more, let me know, okay?"

"Arthur, why didn't you talk to me first?"

"I don't know."

"Arthur, I'm hurt that you didn't talk to me first before getting this done. This kind of thing affects both us and I wouldn't have minded if I got pregnant again by accident, our children are my greatest gifts."

"You wouldn't?" He asked, a surprised look crossing his face at this news.

"No, I wouldn't. I don't care how many children we have, Arthur, as long as you're the father of all of them."

"What do you mean? You're not cheating on me are you?" He accused, his eyes widening in alarm.

"Arthur Weasley, I would never cheat on you. You mean too much to me for me to just hurt you like that. I meant that you're a wonderful father, and husband, and you're the only man I would ever want to be the father of my children."

"Oh Molly, I can perform the counter-charm right now. That is, if you're sure."

"I'm sure. Part of the excitement is finding out if I'm pregnant or not after a few weeks."
She smiled at him. "But what do you mean, counter-charm? Isn't a vasectomy a Muggle procedure?"

"Well, yeah, but Healer Sedgewick found a charm that did the exact same thing, and he kind of let slip the counter-charm, if I wanted to reverse it."

"Well, what are you waiting for? Do the charm, and well," she blushed.

"You want to go again?" He asked and she nodded. He quickly performed the charm, and he rolled over onto his back, gently pulling her into his lap, cupping her face with both of his hands and kissing her deeply. He allowed his hands to drift down her body, caressing her bare back and shoulders, causing her to twist and moan. She ran her hands up and down his chest, feeling his heart pounding underneath her palms. He let out a soft groan as she began kissing her way down his throat. He slipped his hand between her thighs, and eased his index finger into her, feeling her jerk against him at his touch. He pleasured her with circular motions up and down her body.

"Arthur." She groaned, letting out a strangled cry of pleasure. He pulled her down for a passionate kiss.

"Baby, open for me." He groaned, breaking the kiss. She maneuvered her legs wider, and closed her eyes as she felt the hard entry of his manhood, reveling in the ecstasy it produced. As his rough hands and spell binding caresses took her over the edge, she vocally showed him her approval. Molly found a hard, steady rhythm, and bounced on top of him. Arthur let out a groan and cried out her name in pleasure. He grasped her hips and his thrust became deeper and less controlled as they brought one another to climax. Molly rested her sweaty body against her husband, and she bit his lip playfully. They shared a quick kiss, and she fell asleep with her husband's arms wrapped around her, her head resting on his shoulder.

When Ginny woke a few hours later, Molly was somewhat surprised to find herself asleep on top of her husband and stark naked. By the time she had got out of bed and pulled a nightgown and her dressing robe on, she remembered their love making episodes. Smiling at her handsome, sleeping husband, she went downstairs to fetch Ginny a bottle and when she got to the nursery, Arthur was up and rocking his baby girl back and forth in his arms.

"Molly, dear, can I feed her tonight?" He asked when he saw her enter the nursery, bottle in hand.

"Sure, Arthur, darling. Don't forget to change her though."

"I won't, Molly. I love you." He leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss.

"I love you too, Arthur. Hurry back to bed, darling, you know I have a hard time getting back to sleep."

"I know. I'll feed and change her, and I'll be right in." He smiled at her as she left the room, remembering how good it felt to be back on her good side. Once Ginny had finished her bottle, he changed her nappy and rocked her back to sleep. When he was sure his daughter was sleeping peacefully, he hurried back to bed, wrapping his arms around Molly.

"Arthur."

"What is it, Mol?"

"I love you and I love making up with you."

"I know you do, Mol. Go to sleep, you've got a busy day ahead of you with our children."

"I know, Arthur. What do you have planned for our anniversary? It's in a few weeks you know."

"It's a surprise. I've already bought your gift and I've made arrangements for the kids to stay with Brian."

"You don't have to buy me a gift, Arthur."

"I wanted to. In fact that necklace you're wearing is part of your anniversary gift."

"Oh! I forgot to take it off. Will you unfasten it and put it in my jewelry box for me?"

"Yes, I will, Mol. Get some sleep. It's five o'clock in the morning."

"We need to get up in about a hour, darling."

"I do, but you don't have to. I'll make my own breakfast. You can sleep in today. You deserve it, dear."

"Arthur, I,"

"Mol, I want you to sleep in. Otherwise, you'll be cranky."

"Arthur, I won't be cranky."

"Yes you will. Every time you don't get enough sleep, you're cranky. Now, go to sleep"
At this, Molly allowed herself to go to sleep. Arthur was right after all. When she didn't get enough sleep, she was irritable.