A/N – Thank you everyone for letting me know who was oldest! Wood-n-Snape
let me know first, and as I promised, s/he is cool. Bow down to Wood-n-
Snape's coolness. Thank you so much for telling me about Hplexicon,
Christina B! Best HP info site ever. Check out the web address in the
reviews section. I must have spent almost two hours looking at the site.
Time I could have spent writing! lol! I guess this is semi AU now. Based
on when the kiddies were born, Molly and Arthur were married way before
Voldemort's rise to power. I don't really feel like changing my entire
story around though. Hope no one minds the difference. Thanks for
reading!
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Chapter Six – The Burrow, Year One
"Margaret, I do wish you would consider moving," Molly's mother told her.
"Mum, we're happy in London right now. We will move eventually," Molly said, stroking her ever-expanding stomach. She was now six months pregnant. Her mother had stopped by for tea. Arthur was working late tonight. She missed him, but the overtime would be worth it.
"Well, you'll simply have to. You're living in such a cramped space already. How will you ever raise seven children here?" her mother asked.
"I told you Mum! We are going to move, just not yet," Molly sighed.
"Do you really want to raise seven children in London?" Molly's mother refused to drop the subject.
"Stop it Mum! When Arthur and I find a suitable home at a reasonable price, we will move. I promise you that when that happens, you will be the first to know," Molly said through clenched teeth.
"I just want what's best for you, Margaret," her mother said, wounded.
"I know Mum. I know."
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"Bed rest!" Molly cried.
The healer nodded. Molly had only chosen this healer since Aelecia was his apprentice. Now she wished she had gone to the healer her mother had suggested. "It's not uncommon in first time mothers," Healer Peacock said.
"I'm supposed to stay in bed for two months? I'll go mad! You tell him, Aelecia, I can't stay still that long," she said.
Aelecia smiled and took Molly's hand, "It will be hard, Molly. But this is the best thing for the baby. I agree with Healer Peacock."
Molly sighed, knowing that she would be in bed for the next two months. Aelecia would never agree unless it the right thing to do. Molly had planned on working for the next month, so there was a whole month's paycheck down the drain.
"Would you like to know if it's a boy or girl?" Aelecia asked.
"I know, it's a boy," Molly said, not looking up.
"Oh," Aelecia asked, disappointed, "You preformed the spell already?"
"No, I haven't," Molly said, "I just know it's going to be a boy."
"Can I cast spell just to check?" Aelecia begged, "I've never gotten to use this one before."
Molly grinned, seeing how excited Aelecia was. "Of course."
Aelecia pointed her wand directly at Molly's bump and said, "Infanarro!" There was a white flash of light, followed by a blue flash of light. "Yep," Aelecia grinned, "You're having a boy."
"I knew it," Molly said. "Now when do I have to start this bed rest?" Molly asked.
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"Molly?" Arthur called.
"I'm in the bedroom!" Molly yelled back.
She heard Arthur walking towards the room. Hurriedly, she tried to straighten up the bed a little, but it was no use. She had made a mess. Yarn and books were scattered everywhere.
"Were you sleeping?" her asked, standing at the doorway.
"No," she said mutinously.
"Why's the bed a mess," he asked, as he went to sit down next to Molly.
"I'm on bed rest," Molly muttered under her breath.
"Missed that, Molly."
She looked at him. "I've been put on bed rest. Something you would have known if you had made it to the healer's appointment today," she said furiously.
"That was today, wasn't it?" Arthur sighed.
"Yes it was!" Molly cried, "How could you have missed it? This is only the most important thing in our lives now!"
He took her hand, "I'm so sorry Molly."
"Don't apologize to me, apologize to the baby," Molly pouted.
Arthur put his head next to her bump, "Baby, I am very, very, very sorry that I missed our appointment today," he said, kissing her stomach.
Apparently, the baby heard, and gave a swift kick in response. Molly laughed, "Good thing he forgave you! Why weren't you there?" she asked more seriously.
Arthur grinned, "I've found us a new place to live!"
"A place to live?" Molly repeated.
"It's near a small town called Ottery St. Catchpole. There are a couple of other wizarding families in the area too. They're calling it a fix-me up, so the price is really low! I went out to see it today, Molly. It's prefect."
"Arthur, this isn't the right time. I can't go and see the place, and there's no way I can pack us up being on bed rest. Why don't we wait until after the baby is born?" Molly said.
"It's called the Burrow, and there's a really nice garden and plenty of space for the kids to run around and play in," Arthur continued as if he hadn't heard her.
"Arthur, I think it's great that we're thinking about moving. Now is not the time," Molly said frustrated, "Maybe it will still be for sale after the baby."
"We can add on floors, and the kitchen is huge, which I knew you'd like..." Arthur stopped looking at her. "I thought that this would be the perfect place to raise a family."
Molly snapped to attention, "Arthur Weasley, what haven't you told me?"
Arthur looked straight down at his hands, "I put a down payment on the place today," he said no louder than a whisper.
"WHAT?!?"
Arthur looked at her miserably. "I know you'll love it," he said, "I just didn't know you'd be stuck in bed like this."
"Which you would have known if you went to the Healer's with me! How could you have done something like this without telling me? Buying a house is a huge responsibility. What are the monthly payments? What interest rate did you get? What are the taxes? Did you find out any of this before you signed?" Molly asked furiously.
Arthur now looked like he wanted to crawl underneath the bed and never see the light of day again. "No," he whispered, "I'll get you the paperwork." He stood up, and with stooped shoulders walked out of the bedroom.
Molly was livid. Early on in their marriage, Molly took control of the finances. She put them on a very strict budget. Their children would one day go to Hogwarts; they needed all of the extra money they could find to pay for seven tuitions.
Arthur sat down on the bed holding just a couple sheets of paper. Molly looked through everything quickly. He had used their savings for the down payment. Luckily, she had already bought everything for the baby or they would have been in trouble. The monthly payments were actually cheaper than their rent in London. She added some figures in her head. Things would be tight, especially with only one salary, but they would manage.
"Please say something," Arthur begged.
Molly looked up at her husband. "This isn't nearly as bad as it could be Arthur," she stopped and gave him an icy stare when he smiled at her. The smiling stopped immediately. "You are still in a lot of trouble, mister. What ever possessed you to make a decision like this without me?"
"I thought you'd be pleased," he said.
"Pleased? How can I be pleased thinking you care so little about my opinion that you don't even ask for it?"
Arthur's jaw dropped, "Molly!" he cried, "That's not what happened! I promise you. Just the other day you told me I should take the initiative more!"
Molly felt her anger slowly beginning to subside. In an argument a few days ago, she told him he never made up his mind about anything. He was simply trying to do what she asked him to do. "I did say that, Arthur. But I meant on little things, like starting dinner when you know I'm working late. Not buying a house."
"Oh. How was I supposed to know that?" Arthur asked.
"You were supposed to read my mind," Molly said. Feeling the baby kick, she added, "Look, the baby agrees with me." She took Arthur's hand and rested it on her stomach. He moved to sit down next to her, and put his arm around her.
"There's just one more thing..." Arthur started.
Molly closed her eyes. Now what was he going to throw at her?
"When the deal went through, I sublet this apartment. We need to be out in a week."
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A week later, Arthur and Molly were being driven in a car by Zachary, Arthur's cousin. After five months of pregnancy, women were not advised to apparate. Flooing was out of the question since Molly wasn't sure of where she was going. It would be very easy for her to fall. Arthur had suggested the Knight Bus, but they couldn't transport all of their belongings.
That left only muggle transportation. Arthur and Zachary rented a trailer to hitch to the car this morning. Molly thought that Arthur was more excited about going into a muggle store than moving into his own house.
"You should have seen it Molly. I told him what I needed. He pressed a button on the, shoot, what did you call it? The registore and the price showed up! It was amazing," Arthur said enthusitically.
"Register, Arthur," Zachary said, amused.
"Register. Now that certainly rolls of the tongue!" Arthur said.
"That's wonderful, Arthur, I'm glad you had fun," Molly said, "You deserved some after this week." Since Molly was unable to get out of bed for long periods of time, Arthur had the daunting task of packing up their apartment. Everyday after work, he spent time packing.
"My own fault," Arthur said good-naturedly. "I think we're almost there."
Molly was tingling with anticipation. She was about to see her new home for the very first time. As much as she loved London, this was a very good time to be moving out. There were still news of attacks by Death Eaters weekly. She could see very little reason for Death Eaters coming all the way out here.
Molly suddenly felt a familiar pressing on her bladder. "Are you sure we're almost there?" she asked.
"Yep, another five miles," Zachary said.
"Is there somewhere we could stop before then?"
"Molly you just went to the bathroom!" Arthur cried.
"An hour ago! Do you know how long an hour is to a pregnant woman?" Molly said.
"There's a petrol station up ahead," Zachary said. "Molly, you can go to the bathroom and I'll show Arthur how to fill the tank up.'
"Really?" Arthur asked, beaming.
Zachary pulled next to a pump, and Molly got out of the car quickly. She found the bathroom and saw a sign that said, "See clerk for key."
"Oh no," Molly said to the door, "I need in now!" She looked around and saw that no one was watching her. She brought out her wand and whispered, "Alohomora." The door opened. "Thank goodness!"
Five minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom, feeling much better. She walked back to the car and saw that Arthur was having the time of his life. He was holding onto a long tube that was inserted in a little hole in the car.
"Look Molly! I'm pumming petrol," he said proudly.
"Pumping, Arthur," Zachary corrected him.
"Pumping. And then I already took a viper and cleaned the glass on the car! Would you like to see? I could do it again," Arthur said.
"Wiper, Arthur." Zachary was always very patient with Arthur.
Molly laughed as she settled herself back into the car. "No thank you, Arthur."
A few minutes later they were on the road again. After 10 minutes, Arthur cried, "There it is Molly, The Burrow."
Molly craned her head next to the glass to get a better look. It was a plain cottage, two stories high. Molly knew when they had more children, they would have to add on. Arthur was right, the yard was huge, perfect for the children to play in. When Arthur told her there was a large garden, Molly started reading about gardening. She decided that she would grow as much food as she could.
Zachary stopped the car and Arthur jumped up to help Molly out. "It's beautiful, Arthur," Molly said.
"The nearest neighbor is two miles away, so we can use magic with no problem," Arthur said.
"That's very good. I'll go inside and sit. You two unload the trailer," Molly said.
Slowly, she walked into the cottage. There was a sitting room to the right and as Arthur promised, a large kitchen to the right. Molly already could envision the nine family members sitting in the kitchen having a meal. She decided to see the upstairs. Taking each step slowly, she finally made it to the top. She could hear Arthur and Zachary working downstairs.
There were two bedrooms and a bathroom on the second floor. The biggest bedroom would be for her and Arthur, Molly decided. When the baby was big enough, he would move into the other bedroom. Eventually they would need five bedrooms. She walked into her new bedroom and looked out the window. A sudden movement caught her eye. From the looks of it, the garden was infested with gnomes. Molly sighed, she hated gnomes.
Molly then heard a clamoring in the bathroom. She went to investigate. The banging became louder and started moving within the pipes. Molly knocked on the pipes and found herself face to face with a ghoul. "Great," Molly said under her breath as the ghoul went back into the pipes.
Molly started going downstairs again. "Arthur," she yelled, "Did they tell you about gnomes or a ghoul when you bought the place?"
Arthur appeared before her, helping her down the last few stairs. "We have gnomes? I've never seen a real one before," he said excitedly.
Molly simply shook her head and went into the kitchen. There was a small owl sitting on the wind sill. Molly looked at the owl curiously. There was no note attached, so he wasn't delivering a message. Maybe he was just taking a break? The owl flew over to Molly and perched itself on her shoulder.
Molly loved owls, but had never owned one herself. She stroked the soft feathers, "You don't happen to come with the house, do you?" she said jokingly.
The owl hooted. "Do you?" she said quickly.
The owl hooted again. "Well this is a plus to the house!"
"Arthur, the house comes with an owl!" she said. She then realized he was back outside and couldn't hear her. She thought about a good name for him. "I'm going to name you Errol," she decided.
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A month later, Molly and Arthur were playing a game of chess. Molly was fairly good at chess, her father was an excellent player, and he taught her a lot. Molly had been very pleased when her father had left his chess set to her in the will. She had decided that if any of her children expressed an interest in chess, she would pass on the set.
"Arthur, when I'm back on my feet, I'd like to get come chickens," Molly said suddenly.
"Chickens," Arthur looked up from the board. "Why?"
"For the eggs. I'd like a cow too, eventually," Molly added.
Arthur smiled. "From city mouse to country mouse," he teased.
Molly nodded. "I've been reading all about farming. It's not very difficult," Molly said.
"Molly, we will do whatever you would like," Arthur told her.
The baby kicked, causing Molly to drop her knight and ruin her move. She paused. That was no normal kick. Molly stood up and gasped, feeling water running down her legs.
"Molly," Arthur said worriedly, "What's wrong?"
"I think the baby's coming."
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A/N – Infanarro – broken down is "infantia" literally babyhood and "narro" to make known
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Chapter Six – The Burrow, Year One
"Margaret, I do wish you would consider moving," Molly's mother told her.
"Mum, we're happy in London right now. We will move eventually," Molly said, stroking her ever-expanding stomach. She was now six months pregnant. Her mother had stopped by for tea. Arthur was working late tonight. She missed him, but the overtime would be worth it.
"Well, you'll simply have to. You're living in such a cramped space already. How will you ever raise seven children here?" her mother asked.
"I told you Mum! We are going to move, just not yet," Molly sighed.
"Do you really want to raise seven children in London?" Molly's mother refused to drop the subject.
"Stop it Mum! When Arthur and I find a suitable home at a reasonable price, we will move. I promise you that when that happens, you will be the first to know," Molly said through clenched teeth.
"I just want what's best for you, Margaret," her mother said, wounded.
"I know Mum. I know."
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"Bed rest!" Molly cried.
The healer nodded. Molly had only chosen this healer since Aelecia was his apprentice. Now she wished she had gone to the healer her mother had suggested. "It's not uncommon in first time mothers," Healer Peacock said.
"I'm supposed to stay in bed for two months? I'll go mad! You tell him, Aelecia, I can't stay still that long," she said.
Aelecia smiled and took Molly's hand, "It will be hard, Molly. But this is the best thing for the baby. I agree with Healer Peacock."
Molly sighed, knowing that she would be in bed for the next two months. Aelecia would never agree unless it the right thing to do. Molly had planned on working for the next month, so there was a whole month's paycheck down the drain.
"Would you like to know if it's a boy or girl?" Aelecia asked.
"I know, it's a boy," Molly said, not looking up.
"Oh," Aelecia asked, disappointed, "You preformed the spell already?"
"No, I haven't," Molly said, "I just know it's going to be a boy."
"Can I cast spell just to check?" Aelecia begged, "I've never gotten to use this one before."
Molly grinned, seeing how excited Aelecia was. "Of course."
Aelecia pointed her wand directly at Molly's bump and said, "Infanarro!" There was a white flash of light, followed by a blue flash of light. "Yep," Aelecia grinned, "You're having a boy."
"I knew it," Molly said. "Now when do I have to start this bed rest?" Molly asked.
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"Molly?" Arthur called.
"I'm in the bedroom!" Molly yelled back.
She heard Arthur walking towards the room. Hurriedly, she tried to straighten up the bed a little, but it was no use. She had made a mess. Yarn and books were scattered everywhere.
"Were you sleeping?" her asked, standing at the doorway.
"No," she said mutinously.
"Why's the bed a mess," he asked, as he went to sit down next to Molly.
"I'm on bed rest," Molly muttered under her breath.
"Missed that, Molly."
She looked at him. "I've been put on bed rest. Something you would have known if you had made it to the healer's appointment today," she said furiously.
"That was today, wasn't it?" Arthur sighed.
"Yes it was!" Molly cried, "How could you have missed it? This is only the most important thing in our lives now!"
He took her hand, "I'm so sorry Molly."
"Don't apologize to me, apologize to the baby," Molly pouted.
Arthur put his head next to her bump, "Baby, I am very, very, very sorry that I missed our appointment today," he said, kissing her stomach.
Apparently, the baby heard, and gave a swift kick in response. Molly laughed, "Good thing he forgave you! Why weren't you there?" she asked more seriously.
Arthur grinned, "I've found us a new place to live!"
"A place to live?" Molly repeated.
"It's near a small town called Ottery St. Catchpole. There are a couple of other wizarding families in the area too. They're calling it a fix-me up, so the price is really low! I went out to see it today, Molly. It's prefect."
"Arthur, this isn't the right time. I can't go and see the place, and there's no way I can pack us up being on bed rest. Why don't we wait until after the baby is born?" Molly said.
"It's called the Burrow, and there's a really nice garden and plenty of space for the kids to run around and play in," Arthur continued as if he hadn't heard her.
"Arthur, I think it's great that we're thinking about moving. Now is not the time," Molly said frustrated, "Maybe it will still be for sale after the baby."
"We can add on floors, and the kitchen is huge, which I knew you'd like..." Arthur stopped looking at her. "I thought that this would be the perfect place to raise a family."
Molly snapped to attention, "Arthur Weasley, what haven't you told me?"
Arthur looked straight down at his hands, "I put a down payment on the place today," he said no louder than a whisper.
"WHAT?!?"
Arthur looked at her miserably. "I know you'll love it," he said, "I just didn't know you'd be stuck in bed like this."
"Which you would have known if you went to the Healer's with me! How could you have done something like this without telling me? Buying a house is a huge responsibility. What are the monthly payments? What interest rate did you get? What are the taxes? Did you find out any of this before you signed?" Molly asked furiously.
Arthur now looked like he wanted to crawl underneath the bed and never see the light of day again. "No," he whispered, "I'll get you the paperwork." He stood up, and with stooped shoulders walked out of the bedroom.
Molly was livid. Early on in their marriage, Molly took control of the finances. She put them on a very strict budget. Their children would one day go to Hogwarts; they needed all of the extra money they could find to pay for seven tuitions.
Arthur sat down on the bed holding just a couple sheets of paper. Molly looked through everything quickly. He had used their savings for the down payment. Luckily, she had already bought everything for the baby or they would have been in trouble. The monthly payments were actually cheaper than their rent in London. She added some figures in her head. Things would be tight, especially with only one salary, but they would manage.
"Please say something," Arthur begged.
Molly looked up at her husband. "This isn't nearly as bad as it could be Arthur," she stopped and gave him an icy stare when he smiled at her. The smiling stopped immediately. "You are still in a lot of trouble, mister. What ever possessed you to make a decision like this without me?"
"I thought you'd be pleased," he said.
"Pleased? How can I be pleased thinking you care so little about my opinion that you don't even ask for it?"
Arthur's jaw dropped, "Molly!" he cried, "That's not what happened! I promise you. Just the other day you told me I should take the initiative more!"
Molly felt her anger slowly beginning to subside. In an argument a few days ago, she told him he never made up his mind about anything. He was simply trying to do what she asked him to do. "I did say that, Arthur. But I meant on little things, like starting dinner when you know I'm working late. Not buying a house."
"Oh. How was I supposed to know that?" Arthur asked.
"You were supposed to read my mind," Molly said. Feeling the baby kick, she added, "Look, the baby agrees with me." She took Arthur's hand and rested it on her stomach. He moved to sit down next to her, and put his arm around her.
"There's just one more thing..." Arthur started.
Molly closed her eyes. Now what was he going to throw at her?
"When the deal went through, I sublet this apartment. We need to be out in a week."
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A week later, Arthur and Molly were being driven in a car by Zachary, Arthur's cousin. After five months of pregnancy, women were not advised to apparate. Flooing was out of the question since Molly wasn't sure of where she was going. It would be very easy for her to fall. Arthur had suggested the Knight Bus, but they couldn't transport all of their belongings.
That left only muggle transportation. Arthur and Zachary rented a trailer to hitch to the car this morning. Molly thought that Arthur was more excited about going into a muggle store than moving into his own house.
"You should have seen it Molly. I told him what I needed. He pressed a button on the, shoot, what did you call it? The registore and the price showed up! It was amazing," Arthur said enthusitically.
"Register, Arthur," Zachary said, amused.
"Register. Now that certainly rolls of the tongue!" Arthur said.
"That's wonderful, Arthur, I'm glad you had fun," Molly said, "You deserved some after this week." Since Molly was unable to get out of bed for long periods of time, Arthur had the daunting task of packing up their apartment. Everyday after work, he spent time packing.
"My own fault," Arthur said good-naturedly. "I think we're almost there."
Molly was tingling with anticipation. She was about to see her new home for the very first time. As much as she loved London, this was a very good time to be moving out. There were still news of attacks by Death Eaters weekly. She could see very little reason for Death Eaters coming all the way out here.
Molly suddenly felt a familiar pressing on her bladder. "Are you sure we're almost there?" she asked.
"Yep, another five miles," Zachary said.
"Is there somewhere we could stop before then?"
"Molly you just went to the bathroom!" Arthur cried.
"An hour ago! Do you know how long an hour is to a pregnant woman?" Molly said.
"There's a petrol station up ahead," Zachary said. "Molly, you can go to the bathroom and I'll show Arthur how to fill the tank up.'
"Really?" Arthur asked, beaming.
Zachary pulled next to a pump, and Molly got out of the car quickly. She found the bathroom and saw a sign that said, "See clerk for key."
"Oh no," Molly said to the door, "I need in now!" She looked around and saw that no one was watching her. She brought out her wand and whispered, "Alohomora." The door opened. "Thank goodness!"
Five minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom, feeling much better. She walked back to the car and saw that Arthur was having the time of his life. He was holding onto a long tube that was inserted in a little hole in the car.
"Look Molly! I'm pumming petrol," he said proudly.
"Pumping, Arthur," Zachary corrected him.
"Pumping. And then I already took a viper and cleaned the glass on the car! Would you like to see? I could do it again," Arthur said.
"Wiper, Arthur." Zachary was always very patient with Arthur.
Molly laughed as she settled herself back into the car. "No thank you, Arthur."
A few minutes later they were on the road again. After 10 minutes, Arthur cried, "There it is Molly, The Burrow."
Molly craned her head next to the glass to get a better look. It was a plain cottage, two stories high. Molly knew when they had more children, they would have to add on. Arthur was right, the yard was huge, perfect for the children to play in. When Arthur told her there was a large garden, Molly started reading about gardening. She decided that she would grow as much food as she could.
Zachary stopped the car and Arthur jumped up to help Molly out. "It's beautiful, Arthur," Molly said.
"The nearest neighbor is two miles away, so we can use magic with no problem," Arthur said.
"That's very good. I'll go inside and sit. You two unload the trailer," Molly said.
Slowly, she walked into the cottage. There was a sitting room to the right and as Arthur promised, a large kitchen to the right. Molly already could envision the nine family members sitting in the kitchen having a meal. She decided to see the upstairs. Taking each step slowly, she finally made it to the top. She could hear Arthur and Zachary working downstairs.
There were two bedrooms and a bathroom on the second floor. The biggest bedroom would be for her and Arthur, Molly decided. When the baby was big enough, he would move into the other bedroom. Eventually they would need five bedrooms. She walked into her new bedroom and looked out the window. A sudden movement caught her eye. From the looks of it, the garden was infested with gnomes. Molly sighed, she hated gnomes.
Molly then heard a clamoring in the bathroom. She went to investigate. The banging became louder and started moving within the pipes. Molly knocked on the pipes and found herself face to face with a ghoul. "Great," Molly said under her breath as the ghoul went back into the pipes.
Molly started going downstairs again. "Arthur," she yelled, "Did they tell you about gnomes or a ghoul when you bought the place?"
Arthur appeared before her, helping her down the last few stairs. "We have gnomes? I've never seen a real one before," he said excitedly.
Molly simply shook her head and went into the kitchen. There was a small owl sitting on the wind sill. Molly looked at the owl curiously. There was no note attached, so he wasn't delivering a message. Maybe he was just taking a break? The owl flew over to Molly and perched itself on her shoulder.
Molly loved owls, but had never owned one herself. She stroked the soft feathers, "You don't happen to come with the house, do you?" she said jokingly.
The owl hooted. "Do you?" she said quickly.
The owl hooted again. "Well this is a plus to the house!"
"Arthur, the house comes with an owl!" she said. She then realized he was back outside and couldn't hear her. She thought about a good name for him. "I'm going to name you Errol," she decided.
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A month later, Molly and Arthur were playing a game of chess. Molly was fairly good at chess, her father was an excellent player, and he taught her a lot. Molly had been very pleased when her father had left his chess set to her in the will. She had decided that if any of her children expressed an interest in chess, she would pass on the set.
"Arthur, when I'm back on my feet, I'd like to get come chickens," Molly said suddenly.
"Chickens," Arthur looked up from the board. "Why?"
"For the eggs. I'd like a cow too, eventually," Molly added.
Arthur smiled. "From city mouse to country mouse," he teased.
Molly nodded. "I've been reading all about farming. It's not very difficult," Molly said.
"Molly, we will do whatever you would like," Arthur told her.
The baby kicked, causing Molly to drop her knight and ruin her move. She paused. That was no normal kick. Molly stood up and gasped, feeling water running down her legs.
"Molly," Arthur said worriedly, "What's wrong?"
"I think the baby's coming."
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A/N – Infanarro – broken down is "infantia" literally babyhood and "narro" to make known