Chapter Seven – The Burrow – Child One
"Arthur!" Molly cried. Where was he? Why hadn't he brought the healer back? Molly was lying on her bed, having contractions. When Molly's water broke, Arthur flooed to St. Mungos to find her healer. He had been gone for a half an hour, and wasn't back yet.
She closed her eyes and laid her head back down on the pillow. Mentally, she went over the meditation she had been taught in birthing class. "Damnit!" she screamed in pain, "It's not working!"
"Molly! Molly, love! We're here!" Molly heard Arthur cry, two sets of foot steps running up the stairs.
Molly looked up and saw Arthur and Aelecia. "You're early," Aelecia said, looking troubled, "Healer Peacock is out of town till Thursday."
Molly's eyes opened wide. "I have to wait till Thursday to have the baby?" she asked.
Arthur sat in a chair next to the bed and grabbed her hand. He had the misfortune to grab her hand at the exact moment she had a contraction. He winced in pain as she almost crushed his hand, but had the good sense not to say anything.
"You know love, Zachary was telling me about muggle birthing methods. Maybe you could try-"
Molly cut him off. "This is not the time, Arthur!"
Aelecia took out her wand. "Leave everything to me," she said confidently.
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Five hours later, Molly still was in agony. Arthur wiped the sweat from her brow. "How am I going to do this six more times?" she muttered.
"You're doing really well," Aelecia said, "We're just about there."
Molly looked at her dearest friend. "Say the spell."
Aelecia blanked, "You said you wanted this done naturally."
"SAY THE SPELL!" Molly yelled so loudly that Arthur jumped out of his chair.
"Are you sure?" Aelecia asked.
"Don't make me ask again," Molly begged.
"Allright." Aelecia took out her wand and pointed it at Molly's midsection. "Gerolenio!"
Immediately, Molly felt a sense of relief. "Thank you," she sighed. She was ready to finish this.
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Thirty minutes later, William Weasley entered the world. As Aelecia handed her her son, she wasn't sure why she was surprised to see a tuft of red hair. It was the exact color of her and Arthur's hair.
Molly looked down at the little bundle as Arthur put his arms around her. Aelecia cleared her throat, "I'll go downstairs for a moment. Give you some time alone." She turned around quickly and left the room.
Molly felt Arthur kiss her forehead. She knew she should look at him, but she was completely enraptured by her son. Their son. "He's perfect," Molly whispered.
Arthur wrapped the baby's tiny little fingers around his pinky. "It's good to finally meet you," he told the baby.
The baby starting bawling again loudly. Molly laughed, "I hope that baby speak for 'Good to meet you, too."
She looked up at her husband's face, and saw that his cheeks were glistening. "I love you," she said fiercely.
He hugged her tighter, "I love you, too," he whispered.
"Can I go to sleep now?"
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"I'm home!" Arthur announced a week later.
"Thank goodness. Will you hold him for a while?" Molly asked desperately.
"Gladly," Arthur said as Molly handed Bill to him. They had agonized over his name. They had decided on William a while ago. The question was whether he was a Bill, Will, Willie or Billy. Molly, determined to make the right decision, tried one name a day. The day after he was born, he was Will. The next day, Billy. The baby responded most favorably to Bill, so that's what they decided on.
"He's been crying all afternoon," Molly said.
Bill seemed to settle once he was in Arthur's arms. She watched her husband take him into the kitchen. "This is the kitchen, Bill. Your mummy makes very good meals. This is our water pump. We can make water appear anytime we want."
Molly sat down on the couch, and put her feet up, grateful for a moment's peace. No one had told her how hard it was to be a mother. Her own mother had shown up at The Burrow three hours after Bill was born.
"My sixteenth grandchild," she mused. "I don't think I'll be seeing many more."
Molly sat straight up. "Mum, aren't I supposed to have six more?"
"Oh I meant grandchildren by your brothers. I think they're close to being done."
Molly sighed, and nestled back into the pillows. "Well, this is the first time in quite a while there isn't one on the way," Molly giggled.
Bill crying brought Molly out of her reverie. "Is he hungry?" Arthur asked.
"I fed him an hour ago. He probably needs to be changed, Arthur," Molly told him.
Molly laughed as Arthur moved his hand to check. "Looks like you're right," he said, smiling.
"I'm always right," Molly teased. "Would you do the honors?" she asked him.
Arthur took him to the small changing table they had set up in the living room. She heard Arthur say, "Scourgify!" Bill started crying again. "Little guy doesn't want to be clean, I guess," Arthur joked.
He looked over at Molly, who would normally giggle at his lousy attempt for a joke and noticed she had fallen fast asleep.
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"Happy Christmas!" Arthur cried.
"Happy Christmas," Molly whispered back. She was nestled in their warm bed. "I'll make breakfast," Molly told her husband, getting up.
"No need, my dear! Your prince has made a feast for you!" Arthur looked very pleased with himself.
Molly stopped in her tracks. "You made breakfast?" she asked fearfully, eyes widening.
"That I did. I believe I did a very good job, too," Arthur said proudly.
Molly walked purposely into the kitchen, not wanting to see the mess she was sure Arthur had created. The last time Arthur had tried to make a meal he had started a small fire. It was an unspoken agreement between them that she would do all the cooking from then on.
Molly took a deep breath. The kitchen...was clean! Cleaner, in fact, than she had left it the night before. "I had you worried, didn't I?" Arthur laughed good-naturedly, putting his arms around her waist.
Molly nodded. "You certainly did. Thank you very much."
They proceeded to eat the breakfast that Arthur had made. The eggs were runny, and the bacon was burned, but Molly savored every bite.
"Should we get out our presents?" Molly asked when they were done.
Arthur stood up and went to the small Christmas tree they had in their living room. There were only two presents underneath the tree. Arthur picked the presents up and sat down on the couch. He pointed his wand towards the fireplace and a roaring fire appeared. He patted the seat next to him, inviting Molly to sit down.
Molly picked Bill, who was now three months old, up and went to the couch. "Bill first," Molly said.
Arthur handed Bill the package to Bill. Bill simply swatted the package with his hand. Molly took Bill's small hand in hers and together they tried to open the present. It didn't work. "I guess you're still too little to open presents," Molly said.
Molly opened the package. "I don't know why we bothered wrapping these, Molly," Arthur said.
"Because it's Christmas," Molly said simply.
Nestled in the wrapping paper was a small silver ornament. Molly had agonized over what to get Bill for his first Christmas. They already had everything they needed. And they simply didn't have the money to go out and spend it on toys that Bill would break. She had decided to buy an ornament for the tree, which she had engraved. It was in the shape of a Unicorn and had "Bill's First Christmas" engraved on it.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Molly said.
Arthur nodded. Picking up his wand, he said, "Wingardium Leviosa," and levitated the ornament on to a branch of their Christmas tree.
Arthur then picked up the second package. "Now what could this be?" he joked. They had agreed that instead of buying each other gifts, they would buy one gift for themselves, together. Arthur opened up the gift, pausing only to stick the bow right on top of Bill's head.
Inside, there was a small second-hand camera that Molly had found. When Bill had been born, they had borrowed her brother Maddox' camera for pictures. Now they had one of their own. Quickly, Arthur wanted to put the camera to the test.
He jumped up and took a picture of Molly with Bill in her arms. There was a flash, and the picture came out. Molly and Arthur watched the black picture slowly develop. There Molly was, kissing Bill on the cheek, while Bill took the bow off of his head and threw it to the ground.
Molly laughed, "I don't think he likes the bow, Arthur," she told her husband.
"Of course he does! He's our best Christmas present ever," Arthur said.
"I almost forgot!" Molly said quickly.
"What?" Arthur asked.
Molly took out a very small package out of the pocket of her dressing gown. "I know we said no presents, but I didn't buy this Arthur. I found it," she said worriedly, hoping he wouldn't be upset.
Arthur took the tiny gift and opened it. "Oh Molly!" he said, eyes gleaming. "This is wonderful." Arthur was holding a triple A battery in his hand. "I don't have this one!" he exclaimed, jumping up and running to his box of batteries.
Molly laughed, relieved. "I didn't think you did, Arthur. I actually checked to see if you had it already," Molly smiled, pleased that the small gift she had found made him so happy.
The rest of the morning went quietly. Then it was time for the family celebration. Maddox had invited the entire family over for Christmas dinner. This was the biggest year yet. Thirty-three people in all. Molly's mum, her six brothers, all of their wives (Malcolm had given in and gotten married as well) sixteen grandchildren and this year there was an addition. Molly had invited Arthur's parents along for dinner. She hated the thought of them being alone on Christmas. They had gladly accepted the invitation.
Dinner was loud, raucous and wonderful. Molly was paid the most attention throughout the evening, as she had the youngest baby there. Later that evening, when Arthur and Molly were alone, they celebrated the season in their own special way.
Six weeks later, Molly found out she was pregnant.
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"Molly, we could really use you back here, even if it's part-time," Sergeant Mora told her through the fire.
Molly sighed, as she hoisted Bill from one hip to the next. He was now six months old and Molly was convinced he was heavier than what the scale said.
"I'll bring it up with Arthur, Sergeant. I just can't see it working. Bill's only six months old, and I'm going to have another baby in six months," she told her old boss. "Are things as bad as The Daily Prophet say they are?" Molly asked.
Sergeant Mora nodded. "I'm glad you're not raising your family in London," he said.
"So am I," Molly said. Not a day went by when Molly didn't thank the stars for their safe home. "I read about the muggle massacre," Molly said sadly.
"Seventeen muggles dead. Just like that," Molly heard him snap his fingers. "We had a tough time covering that up, let me tell you."
"I can believe it. So how is you-know-how getting so many followers?" Molly asked. No one said his name anymore.
"We think he's promising power to everyone. We tried sending a spy to infiltrate, but he was found out and killed," Sergeant Mora said.
"That's too bad," Molly said. "Well, I'll let you know what Arthur and I decide."
"Thanks, Molly. Please do consider it," Sergeant Mora said, his head disappearing.
Molly placed Bill down on the kitchen table, pondering the request. She would love to go back to an office and work. But was it worth it? Bill would have to be put in day care, which is expensive.
She turned around, just in time to see Bill picking up a Galleon that had fallen from her purse. Terrified that he would put it in his mouth and swallow it, she ran over to him quickly. But when she got to him, she stopped. Bill looked like he had no intention of putting the Galleon in his mouth. He simply stared at the gold piece. Then he laughed his little baby laugh that melted Molly's heart.
She sat down in a chair, next to him. "What you're holding is a Galleon, Bill. That's the biggest type of money we have." She took out her wallet, hoping there would be a Sickle and a Knut. There was. She took out the small silver coin, and held it before Bill. He made a grab at it, but Molly wouldn't let him have it. "This is a Sickle. You need seventeen of these, to make one of those," she said, pointing at the Galleon.
Molly wasn't sure why, but she was convinced that Bill was actually following what she was telling him. She took out the bronze coin. "A Knut. Pretty worthless, if you ask me. But we'll take all the help we can get," she told her son. "You need twenty-nine of these just to make a Sickle. That means you need four hundred ninety three of them to make a Galleon."
Bill again reached for the coin Molly was holding. "That's enough, I think," she said laughing. "I'm not going to risk you putting one of those in your mouth, young man."
A few hours later, Arthur and Molly discussed Sergeant Mora's proposal. And decided this was not the time. "When the children are at Hogwarts, you could go back to work then, Molly," Arthur told her.
"That's an idea," she said smiling.
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Four months later, Arthur walked through the door after work. "How was your appointment?" he asked quickly. Arthur had made sure he had been at every single Healer's appointment since he missed the one for Bill. Today though, he had a very important meeting that simply couldn't be missed.
"No bed rest for me!" Molly cried.
"Thank goodness," Arthur said. "I don't know what we would have done."
"I do. We would have gotten my mum to stay with us for a while. Let's thank the stars that I wasn't placed on bed rest!"
Arthur laughed. "Did they do the spell?"
"Yes, it's another boy. Bill Weasley! Don't you put that wand in your mouth!" she yelled. Bill was sucking on a toy wand Arthur had bought him. The wand glowed when Bill touched it. Bill heard the tone of his mother's voice and took the wand out of his mouth.
"Due date?" Arthur asked as he poured himself some coffee.
"It looks like there's a chance we'll have Irish twins, Arthur. The baby is due one day before Bill's birthday," Molly said.
"What should we name him?" Arthur asked, taking Molly's hand.
"Well, Bill is named after my mother's father. Let's name him after your mother's father. Is it a nice name?" Molly asked, hoping the name wasn't too strange sounding.
"Charles," Arthur said.
"I like Charles. We can call him Charlie," Molly said.
"Or Chuck," Arthur replied.
"Or Chip," Molly shot back.
"We'll let the baby decide, just like Bill," Arthur laughed.
Molly patted her stomach. "Baby, you have a name!" The baby kicked in response.
"Don't tell him. Let's keep it a surprise," Arthur joked.
Two months later, on Bill's birthday, Charles Wealsey entered the world.
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A/N – Okay, so I know you didn't see much of Bill in this chapter. But he's just a baby still, so he's not that interesting yet! lol! As more and more Weasleys are born, you'll see more about the children that are growing up, as opposed to details of the birth, I promise! Thanks for reading!
Gerolenio – Gero – give birth to, Lenio – relieve
"Arthur!" Molly cried. Where was he? Why hadn't he brought the healer back? Molly was lying on her bed, having contractions. When Molly's water broke, Arthur flooed to St. Mungos to find her healer. He had been gone for a half an hour, and wasn't back yet.
She closed her eyes and laid her head back down on the pillow. Mentally, she went over the meditation she had been taught in birthing class. "Damnit!" she screamed in pain, "It's not working!"
"Molly! Molly, love! We're here!" Molly heard Arthur cry, two sets of foot steps running up the stairs.
Molly looked up and saw Arthur and Aelecia. "You're early," Aelecia said, looking troubled, "Healer Peacock is out of town till Thursday."
Molly's eyes opened wide. "I have to wait till Thursday to have the baby?" she asked.
Arthur sat in a chair next to the bed and grabbed her hand. He had the misfortune to grab her hand at the exact moment she had a contraction. He winced in pain as she almost crushed his hand, but had the good sense not to say anything.
"You know love, Zachary was telling me about muggle birthing methods. Maybe you could try-"
Molly cut him off. "This is not the time, Arthur!"
Aelecia took out her wand. "Leave everything to me," she said confidently.
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Five hours later, Molly still was in agony. Arthur wiped the sweat from her brow. "How am I going to do this six more times?" she muttered.
"You're doing really well," Aelecia said, "We're just about there."
Molly looked at her dearest friend. "Say the spell."
Aelecia blanked, "You said you wanted this done naturally."
"SAY THE SPELL!" Molly yelled so loudly that Arthur jumped out of his chair.
"Are you sure?" Aelecia asked.
"Don't make me ask again," Molly begged.
"Allright." Aelecia took out her wand and pointed it at Molly's midsection. "Gerolenio!"
Immediately, Molly felt a sense of relief. "Thank you," she sighed. She was ready to finish this.
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Thirty minutes later, William Weasley entered the world. As Aelecia handed her her son, she wasn't sure why she was surprised to see a tuft of red hair. It was the exact color of her and Arthur's hair.
Molly looked down at the little bundle as Arthur put his arms around her. Aelecia cleared her throat, "I'll go downstairs for a moment. Give you some time alone." She turned around quickly and left the room.
Molly felt Arthur kiss her forehead. She knew she should look at him, but she was completely enraptured by her son. Their son. "He's perfect," Molly whispered.
Arthur wrapped the baby's tiny little fingers around his pinky. "It's good to finally meet you," he told the baby.
The baby starting bawling again loudly. Molly laughed, "I hope that baby speak for 'Good to meet you, too."
She looked up at her husband's face, and saw that his cheeks were glistening. "I love you," she said fiercely.
He hugged her tighter, "I love you, too," he whispered.
"Can I go to sleep now?"
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"I'm home!" Arthur announced a week later.
"Thank goodness. Will you hold him for a while?" Molly asked desperately.
"Gladly," Arthur said as Molly handed Bill to him. They had agonized over his name. They had decided on William a while ago. The question was whether he was a Bill, Will, Willie or Billy. Molly, determined to make the right decision, tried one name a day. The day after he was born, he was Will. The next day, Billy. The baby responded most favorably to Bill, so that's what they decided on.
"He's been crying all afternoon," Molly said.
Bill seemed to settle once he was in Arthur's arms. She watched her husband take him into the kitchen. "This is the kitchen, Bill. Your mummy makes very good meals. This is our water pump. We can make water appear anytime we want."
Molly sat down on the couch, and put her feet up, grateful for a moment's peace. No one had told her how hard it was to be a mother. Her own mother had shown up at The Burrow three hours after Bill was born.
"My sixteenth grandchild," she mused. "I don't think I'll be seeing many more."
Molly sat straight up. "Mum, aren't I supposed to have six more?"
"Oh I meant grandchildren by your brothers. I think they're close to being done."
Molly sighed, and nestled back into the pillows. "Well, this is the first time in quite a while there isn't one on the way," Molly giggled.
Bill crying brought Molly out of her reverie. "Is he hungry?" Arthur asked.
"I fed him an hour ago. He probably needs to be changed, Arthur," Molly told him.
Molly laughed as Arthur moved his hand to check. "Looks like you're right," he said, smiling.
"I'm always right," Molly teased. "Would you do the honors?" she asked him.
Arthur took him to the small changing table they had set up in the living room. She heard Arthur say, "Scourgify!" Bill started crying again. "Little guy doesn't want to be clean, I guess," Arthur joked.
He looked over at Molly, who would normally giggle at his lousy attempt for a joke and noticed she had fallen fast asleep.
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"Happy Christmas!" Arthur cried.
"Happy Christmas," Molly whispered back. She was nestled in their warm bed. "I'll make breakfast," Molly told her husband, getting up.
"No need, my dear! Your prince has made a feast for you!" Arthur looked very pleased with himself.
Molly stopped in her tracks. "You made breakfast?" she asked fearfully, eyes widening.
"That I did. I believe I did a very good job, too," Arthur said proudly.
Molly walked purposely into the kitchen, not wanting to see the mess she was sure Arthur had created. The last time Arthur had tried to make a meal he had started a small fire. It was an unspoken agreement between them that she would do all the cooking from then on.
Molly took a deep breath. The kitchen...was clean! Cleaner, in fact, than she had left it the night before. "I had you worried, didn't I?" Arthur laughed good-naturedly, putting his arms around her waist.
Molly nodded. "You certainly did. Thank you very much."
They proceeded to eat the breakfast that Arthur had made. The eggs were runny, and the bacon was burned, but Molly savored every bite.
"Should we get out our presents?" Molly asked when they were done.
Arthur stood up and went to the small Christmas tree they had in their living room. There were only two presents underneath the tree. Arthur picked the presents up and sat down on the couch. He pointed his wand towards the fireplace and a roaring fire appeared. He patted the seat next to him, inviting Molly to sit down.
Molly picked Bill, who was now three months old, up and went to the couch. "Bill first," Molly said.
Arthur handed Bill the package to Bill. Bill simply swatted the package with his hand. Molly took Bill's small hand in hers and together they tried to open the present. It didn't work. "I guess you're still too little to open presents," Molly said.
Molly opened the package. "I don't know why we bothered wrapping these, Molly," Arthur said.
"Because it's Christmas," Molly said simply.
Nestled in the wrapping paper was a small silver ornament. Molly had agonized over what to get Bill for his first Christmas. They already had everything they needed. And they simply didn't have the money to go out and spend it on toys that Bill would break. She had decided to buy an ornament for the tree, which she had engraved. It was in the shape of a Unicorn and had "Bill's First Christmas" engraved on it.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Molly said.
Arthur nodded. Picking up his wand, he said, "Wingardium Leviosa," and levitated the ornament on to a branch of their Christmas tree.
Arthur then picked up the second package. "Now what could this be?" he joked. They had agreed that instead of buying each other gifts, they would buy one gift for themselves, together. Arthur opened up the gift, pausing only to stick the bow right on top of Bill's head.
Inside, there was a small second-hand camera that Molly had found. When Bill had been born, they had borrowed her brother Maddox' camera for pictures. Now they had one of their own. Quickly, Arthur wanted to put the camera to the test.
He jumped up and took a picture of Molly with Bill in her arms. There was a flash, and the picture came out. Molly and Arthur watched the black picture slowly develop. There Molly was, kissing Bill on the cheek, while Bill took the bow off of his head and threw it to the ground.
Molly laughed, "I don't think he likes the bow, Arthur," she told her husband.
"Of course he does! He's our best Christmas present ever," Arthur said.
"I almost forgot!" Molly said quickly.
"What?" Arthur asked.
Molly took out a very small package out of the pocket of her dressing gown. "I know we said no presents, but I didn't buy this Arthur. I found it," she said worriedly, hoping he wouldn't be upset.
Arthur took the tiny gift and opened it. "Oh Molly!" he said, eyes gleaming. "This is wonderful." Arthur was holding a triple A battery in his hand. "I don't have this one!" he exclaimed, jumping up and running to his box of batteries.
Molly laughed, relieved. "I didn't think you did, Arthur. I actually checked to see if you had it already," Molly smiled, pleased that the small gift she had found made him so happy.
The rest of the morning went quietly. Then it was time for the family celebration. Maddox had invited the entire family over for Christmas dinner. This was the biggest year yet. Thirty-three people in all. Molly's mum, her six brothers, all of their wives (Malcolm had given in and gotten married as well) sixteen grandchildren and this year there was an addition. Molly had invited Arthur's parents along for dinner. She hated the thought of them being alone on Christmas. They had gladly accepted the invitation.
Dinner was loud, raucous and wonderful. Molly was paid the most attention throughout the evening, as she had the youngest baby there. Later that evening, when Arthur and Molly were alone, they celebrated the season in their own special way.
Six weeks later, Molly found out she was pregnant.
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"Molly, we could really use you back here, even if it's part-time," Sergeant Mora told her through the fire.
Molly sighed, as she hoisted Bill from one hip to the next. He was now six months old and Molly was convinced he was heavier than what the scale said.
"I'll bring it up with Arthur, Sergeant. I just can't see it working. Bill's only six months old, and I'm going to have another baby in six months," she told her old boss. "Are things as bad as The Daily Prophet say they are?" Molly asked.
Sergeant Mora nodded. "I'm glad you're not raising your family in London," he said.
"So am I," Molly said. Not a day went by when Molly didn't thank the stars for their safe home. "I read about the muggle massacre," Molly said sadly.
"Seventeen muggles dead. Just like that," Molly heard him snap his fingers. "We had a tough time covering that up, let me tell you."
"I can believe it. So how is you-know-how getting so many followers?" Molly asked. No one said his name anymore.
"We think he's promising power to everyone. We tried sending a spy to infiltrate, but he was found out and killed," Sergeant Mora said.
"That's too bad," Molly said. "Well, I'll let you know what Arthur and I decide."
"Thanks, Molly. Please do consider it," Sergeant Mora said, his head disappearing.
Molly placed Bill down on the kitchen table, pondering the request. She would love to go back to an office and work. But was it worth it? Bill would have to be put in day care, which is expensive.
She turned around, just in time to see Bill picking up a Galleon that had fallen from her purse. Terrified that he would put it in his mouth and swallow it, she ran over to him quickly. But when she got to him, she stopped. Bill looked like he had no intention of putting the Galleon in his mouth. He simply stared at the gold piece. Then he laughed his little baby laugh that melted Molly's heart.
She sat down in a chair, next to him. "What you're holding is a Galleon, Bill. That's the biggest type of money we have." She took out her wallet, hoping there would be a Sickle and a Knut. There was. She took out the small silver coin, and held it before Bill. He made a grab at it, but Molly wouldn't let him have it. "This is a Sickle. You need seventeen of these, to make one of those," she said, pointing at the Galleon.
Molly wasn't sure why, but she was convinced that Bill was actually following what she was telling him. She took out the bronze coin. "A Knut. Pretty worthless, if you ask me. But we'll take all the help we can get," she told her son. "You need twenty-nine of these just to make a Sickle. That means you need four hundred ninety three of them to make a Galleon."
Bill again reached for the coin Molly was holding. "That's enough, I think," she said laughing. "I'm not going to risk you putting one of those in your mouth, young man."
A few hours later, Arthur and Molly discussed Sergeant Mora's proposal. And decided this was not the time. "When the children are at Hogwarts, you could go back to work then, Molly," Arthur told her.
"That's an idea," she said smiling.
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Four months later, Arthur walked through the door after work. "How was your appointment?" he asked quickly. Arthur had made sure he had been at every single Healer's appointment since he missed the one for Bill. Today though, he had a very important meeting that simply couldn't be missed.
"No bed rest for me!" Molly cried.
"Thank goodness," Arthur said. "I don't know what we would have done."
"I do. We would have gotten my mum to stay with us for a while. Let's thank the stars that I wasn't placed on bed rest!"
Arthur laughed. "Did they do the spell?"
"Yes, it's another boy. Bill Weasley! Don't you put that wand in your mouth!" she yelled. Bill was sucking on a toy wand Arthur had bought him. The wand glowed when Bill touched it. Bill heard the tone of his mother's voice and took the wand out of his mouth.
"Due date?" Arthur asked as he poured himself some coffee.
"It looks like there's a chance we'll have Irish twins, Arthur. The baby is due one day before Bill's birthday," Molly said.
"What should we name him?" Arthur asked, taking Molly's hand.
"Well, Bill is named after my mother's father. Let's name him after your mother's father. Is it a nice name?" Molly asked, hoping the name wasn't too strange sounding.
"Charles," Arthur said.
"I like Charles. We can call him Charlie," Molly said.
"Or Chuck," Arthur replied.
"Or Chip," Molly shot back.
"We'll let the baby decide, just like Bill," Arthur laughed.
Molly patted her stomach. "Baby, you have a name!" The baby kicked in response.
"Don't tell him. Let's keep it a surprise," Arthur joked.
Two months later, on Bill's birthday, Charles Wealsey entered the world.
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A/N – Okay, so I know you didn't see much of Bill in this chapter. But he's just a baby still, so he's not that interesting yet! lol! As more and more Weasleys are born, you'll see more about the children that are growing up, as opposed to details of the birth, I promise! Thanks for reading!
Gerolenio – Gero – give birth to, Lenio – relieve