Disclaimer: Not mine, of course!
A/N: So yes, it would appear I can not write any relatively happy romance without reverting to pure cheese. Sadly, here is my Molly/Arthur, not as happy as I had intended. Next one will be nicer I swear!!
Molly and Arthur Weasley
The baby cries.
Molly rocks him back and forth, trying to sooth him. Her baby's cries seem to cut through her like a knife. She strokes his cheek ever so gently, and runs her finger across his small mass of red hair. Just like his father's hair, she thought fondly but worriedly.
The baby wont stop crying.
'Please William, please.' Molly whispers, holding him close, 'Mummy needs you to shush now.'
She can not stop him crying.
It is almost as if he knows, she thought. A tear rolls down her own cheek. Arthur has been called away by the Ministry to a raid. His job is not usually dangerous, but they are in the middle of a war. Anything could happen to him. Another tear rolls down her cheek. She knows she will not be able to rest until he returns to her and baby William, worn out but safe.
She can not sooth the baby until she can sooth herself.
She can not sooth herself without Arthur.
