Molly sighed as she glanced at the calendar, with everything that had been going on recently with the Order and getting settled back into her home, she had completely forgotten about her annual Healer appointment and the fact that her birthday was today. She briefly wondered if her children had remembered, but she figured she'd know soon enough, as the post would be arriving soon if they did. She was quite certain Arthur hadn't forgotten, and she hoped her theory would be proven as correct when he came downstairs for breakfast. She turned back to the stove, turning the sausages and checking on the eggs, and gasped in surprise when a pair of arms slipped around her waist from behind, squeezing her gently.

"Morning, Mollywobbles." Arthur said into her ear, his breath caressing the side of her face softly. "Happy Birthday."

She smiled, spinning around to slip her arms around him as well, nestling her head beneath his chin. "Morning to you too, and thank you, I was wondering if you were going to remember, I forgot about it myself."

Arthur chuckled, dropping a kiss to her head. "Of course I remembered, I'm too scared to find out what you would do to me if I did forget."

Molly chuckled as well, squeezing him back. "It snuck up on me this year, I only just realized it's my birthday today, from glancing at the calendar this morning."

"Well, that is understandable, Molly-girl. We've both had a lot on our minds lately. However, I'm scheduled to get out early tonight so I can take you out to celebrate. Would you like your gift now or later?" He asked, pulling away from her and settling into his chair at the table.

"Later is just fine, which reminds me, I've got my Healer appointment today, do you want me to check and see when you're supposed to go in for your yearly exam? I don't think I've got it written down anyplace."

"Later it is then, and no, Molly, I know its on my calendar at work and if it'll set your mind at ease, I'll transfer it to the calendar here in the kitchen as well."

Molly nodded, taking two plates from the cupboard and filling them with eggs, sausages, and toast before placing one in front of her husband and taking her seat across from him. "What time should I expect you tonight then? Or more appropriately, what time should I be ready?"

"Seven. I'll be home by quarter to, but you know it doesn't take me long to clean up and look presentable." He replied, starting in on his breakfast, while keeping his eyes on his wife, making sure she did the same.

"No it doesn't. I'll make a note to finish getting ready in Gin's room so you can have the bedroom."

"Looking to surprise me, are you?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I thought I'd take a look at some of the things I put away years ago, considering I'm a bit thinner."

"That's fine dear. Speaking of that, are you going to try to keep it off or—"

"I lost it due to worry, Arthur. At the moment, I could care less as to whether I gained it back or not. If I don't wonderful, if I do, well, that's fine too. You continue to tell me it doesn't matter whether I'm fat or thin, you still think I'm attractive."

"Which is true, Mollywobbles. You're as beautiful today as you were when I first met you. Now, I'm sorry I have to cut this conversation short, but we'll talk later tonight." He stood, placing his dishes in the sink and hugging her against him before planting a kiss on her forehead. "I hope your appointment goes all right love. Owl me if there's any concerns."

Molly nodded, returning his embrace. "I will. Have a good day, I love you."

"And I love you, sweetheart." He bent down, kissing her lips twice while he gave her another firm squeeze, as was their usual morning ritual now that they had returned to The Burrow. "I should be in the office all day, but I'll owl if any raids or damage control issues come up."

She nodded again, giving him one last squeeze before she sent him on his way. She appreciated that he told her where he would be if he wasn't going to be at the office, and she knew he was doing it for her reassurance that he'd be okay. After finishing her own breakfast, she set the dishes to doing themselves and headed back upstairs to prepare for the day. She wasn't looking forward to her appointment, but she knew that in the long run, it was for her own good and peace of mind. Besides, it was her birthday present to herself to make sure she was healthy and that her body was working properly in all respects.

She Apparated to Healer Sedgewick's office in Diagon Alley, half wishing that her husband was with her. She didn't know what it was, but the fact she knew You-Know-Who was back and lurking around, albeit secretly, made her uneasy and unsure of being out by herself. Fighting the Boggart had taught her that even though she knew the spells necessary to defend and protect herself during a battle, she wouldn't be able to, considering her inability to control her fears and her emotions, especially when it came to her husband and children. Harry and Hermione included. In her mind, she would be better off throwing her wand down and her hands in the air and begging for their mercy as opposed to all the good trying to defend herself would do. She settled herself in the waiting room after signing in, hoping she wouldn't be waiting ages to be taken back into the examining room. She glanced around the room, looking at the magazines that were tucked into cubbyholes and racks throughout, remembering she had forgotten to grab her latest issue of Witch Weekly to read while she waited. Her eyes landed on a magazine that seemed to focus on cooking, and she decided she'd read that instead, and see if she found any new recipes to try out with Arthur. She had found what looked like an easy meal to make, a type of casserole, when the medi-witch called her name. She brought the magazine with her, knowing that even if the exams were quick and simple, she'd be here for quite a while as Healer Sedgewick liked to give his patients the results of their tests the same day. Molly sighed as she was handed a hospital gown to put on, and was led to a room where all of her female tests would be conducted. This was her least favorite part, but she complied, knowing the risks of what could happen to her if she didn't have these tests done annually, and she reasoned, at least she wasn't old enough to qualify for some of the more unpleasant tests, at least not yet. To her surprise, her exam went quite quickly, and she only had to wait an hour before Healer Sedgewick had her results back. When she received a clean bill of health, and set up an appointment for around the same time next year, she gladly returned to The Burrow, excited about going through some of her old clothes to see if she could wear something to stir memories in both her mind and Arthur's later on that night during dinner.

When she had eaten some lunch, Molly wasted no time in heading up to the attic to search through her things, as she knew she didn't have much time if she wanted to be able to bathe and relax before he came to pick her up for their date. She quickly found the boxed labeled "Molly-Clothes, 1978" which she knew was full of things she had been unable to wear after the twins' birth, due to the fact her waistline never fully shrank back to what it had been before the pregnancy. She ignored the ghoul as she floated the box in front of her as she made her way back downstairs towards the master bedroom. Once there, she emptied the contents of the box onto the bed, and set to work sorting through the various items of clothing. As she sifted through the clothes, she allowed herself to reminisce, thinking back to specific memories that were tied to each item. It didn't take her long to find the thing she had in mind when she had mentioned wearing something she hadn't worn in years to her husband that morning. It was a bright blue low-cut dress, accentuating her body in all the proper areas, and if she was recalling correctly, she had worn this particular dress on their date to celebrate their fifth wedding anniversary. Smiling at her find, she packed up the box, placing it in a corner of their room, she'd have Arthur take it back up to the attic before they left if he got home early enough. Sighing happily, she slipped out of her clothes to try the dress on, and to her immense delight, it fit her perfectly, and she couldn't wait to see Arthur's reaction. She took the dress back off and laid it out on the bed, while she began searching for a pair of shoes and a necklace to complete her ensemble. To her surprise, when she had finished, it was quarter after six and she knew she'd have to rush to be ready on time. She gathered her supplies out of the master bathroom and carried them into the bathroom Gin used; as she didn't know how much longer she had before Arthur came home from work. She showered swiftly, and within half an hour, she had dressed, applied her make-up and curled her hair. She smiled widely when she looked at the clock, 6:40. Arthur would be arriving any minute, and they'd be leaving.

"Molly?" Arthur called, having Apparated into the kitchen and forgotten that she had said she would most likely be upstairs when he arrived.

Molly glanced up at hearing him call for her and called back. "I'm in Gin's room, dear. Do what you need to do and then come get me."

Arthur smiled, he was intent on making this a memorable evening for her, and he had done everything in his power to insure that their date put a smile on his wife's face. Upon entering the bedroom they shared, Arthur noticed the box Molly had brought down from the attic and decided he had enough time to take it back up for her before he got himself ready. By the time he had finished, Molly was waiting in the kitchen for him. He whistled when he saw the dress she was wearing, and crossed the room to wrap her in his arms.

"You are beautiful, Mollywobbles." He whispered, leaning in to kiss her gently. "I remember this dress, I bought it for you to wear on our anniversary date one year."

Molly nodded, returning his kiss and offering him a smile, she had been wondering if he'd remember where the dress came from. "Shouldn't we be going? It's five to."

"Yes, of course." He held her close and made them Apparate to one of the more intimate restaurants in Diagon Alley.

"Arthur, are you sure we can afford--?"

"Yes, Molly-girl, I'm sure. I've been saving to bring you here." He replied, slipping his arm around her waist and leading her inside. They were seated immediately, and Arthur pulled out his wife's chair while the waiter poured them wine. Molly smiled and nodded her thanks to both the waiter and her husband, unfolding her napkin and placing it in her lap. While Arthur got settled in his own chair, she allowed her eyes to roam about the restaurant, taking in the entire atmosphere. Couples and groups were seated around them, at round tables similar to theirs. On each table, there were candles, and vases that held flowers.

"This is a wonderful place dear, thank you."

"You're more than welcome, my love." He said, beginning to look through his menu. "What are you in the mood for, Molly?"

She glanced through her menu before answering, and offered him another smile. "I was thinking seafood. I haven't had fish in ages."

Arthur nodded, reaching for her hand across the table and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Your wish is my command, Molly. Is that what you want, fish?"

"Yes, and thank you."

"You're welcome. Now, I believe I have something to give you." He released her hand briefly, pulling something out of his coat pocket and passing it to her. Molly eagerly took the long, slim box from him, and opened it, gasping at its contents.

"Arthur, its beautiful." She said, carefully taking the bracelet out and laying it across her wrist. At first, the stones looked black, but when they caught the light just so, they became striped with color. Arthur stood to stand beside her, fastening the bracelet with ease.

"I'm glad you like it, Mol. At first I wasn't sure about the stones, but-"

"They're opals, Arthur. My birthstone, thank you." She said, cutting him off and pulling him down to her level for a quick kiss.

"Once again, Mols, you're welcome." He sat back down, and once the waiter arrived, he placed their order, and he didn't miss the look of appreciation on his wife's face, she always had adored him for being the gentleman that he was. "Did the kids remember your birthday?"

"They did, actually. I'm surprised."

"I'm glad to hear that they remembered, otherwise I might have had to do something drastic." He said playfully, offering her a boyish smile.

"We wouldn't want that now, would we?" She replied, just as playfully. She loved these times with him, when they could laugh and joke without worry.

"No, we wouldn't, dear. Did everything go all right at the Healer's?"

"Perfect. I'm healthy as a horse."

Arthur nodded, he had been a little worried about her health due to her worry, and he was reassured and happy to hear that she was just fine. "My appointment is in February, Mol. I checked my calendar today, and it's scheduled for the day before my birthday."

"At least you don't have the equipment that qualifies for extremely awkward exams."

"I have my own share of embarrassment when it comes to my visits, but we both know it's necessary if we want to stay healthy."

"Yes, I know. Doesn't make it much easier though, does it?"

"No, it doesn't," he agreed, taking a sip of his wine. They fell into a comfortable silence, for only a few moments and throughout the rest of the evening, they reminisced about their past, both shared and separate, and Arthur enjoyed the way his wife's face lit up as she retold stories from her childhood, or remembered things that he'd done for her throughout the years. When they finally returned to The Burrow, Molly was tired but happy, and allowed herself to be led up the stairs to the bedroom.