A/N: Hey everyone! Writers block really bites. Luckily, this plot bunny was given to me by the incomparable Jadis LeStrange over at SugarQuill.net. I only hope I can make my newest bunny as happy as her mother did.

All research (ages, etc) was done at the HP Lexicon.


Please review, as I am unashamedly a review whore. :-) They completely make my day.

"I wanna see!"

"Move over so I can feel too. . ."

"Shove off, small fry."

"Muuuuum, Bill pushed me!"

"Bill, do NOT push your brothers!"

"Sorry, Mum, but Percy's in the way!"

"Waaaaaaaaaa!!!!!"

Molly Weasley looked upon her growing brood of children, a mixture of affection and annoyance fighting for control over her face.

"Hush, love, here. Ron, come here and I'll let you feel the new baby. Charlie, move out of the way so Ron can crawl up here. Come on, boys, budge up there."

The smallest boy toddled over to her and started pulling himself up into what little was left of her lap, using her legs, dress and hair as handholds for his ascent. It was no easy perch for him, as Molly's swollen belly extended well past where he had been accustomed to sit.

Molly took Ron's hand and placed it gently over where the baby had last kicked her. His brothers leaned in closely as he looked quizzically up at her. . . and then grinned with unreserved delight when he felt the tiny life within her.

"Baby?" he asked her timidly.

"Yes, dear. Baby."

He grinned at her again before fussing to be put back on the floor with his brothers. Fred and George lost no time catapulting themselves onto her and placing four chubby hands protectively over her stomach in an attempt to feel their newest sibling.

"Where? Where's a baby?"

"You must be patient, dear, and don't move. . . "

The twins screwed up their faces into identical studies of rapt concentration on her belly. Molly had the oddest sensation that she knew how a crystal ball felt.

She should have known this was coming. All the boys had been like this, ever since Bill noticed she had been pregnant with Charlie. Had that really been twelve years ago?

Not that their father was much help in these matters. He was just as eager, if not more so, for the newest Weasley to join the Burrow. She was certain that if he hadn't been at work, he would have been situated on the floor with the rest of her men, fighting for a chance to feel the baby move. Six births had not dampened his spirits at the prospect of another son. . .

This time it was different, though. It wasn't anything she could point to, but she felt. . . different. She was carrying higher than she had with any of the other boys. She craved sour things instead of the salt or sugar she had sought previously. Well, previously with the exception of Fred and George. Then she had craved odd things like cockroach clusters, ice mice and beetle bites, but even that hadn't felt the same. This time was definitely different for her.

This time, Molly was almost sure she was going to have a girl.

The prospect both thrilled and frightened her. After six sons it would be nice to have a girl in her brood, yet she wasn't sure she would know what to DO with a girl. She had grown up with nothing but brothers and boy cousins, and there hadn't been a Weasley girl in umpteen generations, as everyone in the family knew. Even Bill and Charlie had reminded her the odds of having a girl were slim to none when she had first started calling the baby 'she'.

Molly, however, became more and more certain each day.

She looked down to her left sleeve, where five year old Percy was tugging and looking owlishly up at her through his horn-rimmed spectacles. "C'n I feel the baby too, Mummy?"

"Of course you can, dear. Ask the other boys to move so you may."

"C'n I please feel Mummy's stomach?"

"No. We were here first," George intoned. Fred stuck his tongue out at his older brother before directing his attention back onto the matter at hand.

Molly could just see Percy squaring his shoulders indignantly from the corner of her eye. "Boys! You apologize to your brother right now. It's his turn to feel the new baby kick."

"We're sorry, Percy" they intoned, George rolling his eyes towards the ceiling and Fred staring sullenly at Percy. Percy looked as smug as the cat who caught the knarl.

"Bill, Charlie, please take your brothers outside. I would appreciate it if you would weed and de-gnome the garden. Just give Ron a couple of radishes to play with and he'll be fine out there with you. Percy will be out to help shortly. "

With a mumbled "yes'm" they all tumbled out the door, leaving her middle child behind. She took his hands in hers and placed them on her stomach tenderly.

When he felt the kick, he looked at her in awe. "So. . . that's my little brother in there?"

"Or sister. It could be a girl."

"Or sister," he corrected himself. After another moment, Percy looked down again. "It would be nice to have a sister."

Molly felt her heart swell a bit for this young man in front of her. "You wouldn't mind a sister instead of a brother?"

"No," he said with conviction. " I would like to have a sister. I have already got a bunch of brothers, but I never had a sister before. It would be nice to have one."

"Good. Now, go outside and help the others with the garden, please."

"Yes, Mum!" He reached up and pecked her on the cheek before heading out the door.

Molly looked fondly after him before glancing up at the clock. It was odd seeing the blank hand where the newest Weasley would be inscribed. Right now it was at "Sleeping", which was fine with her. Arthur was still "Hard At Work"

but would be home soon and would be hungry.

Resigned to the fact that seven hungry men would not stand for cold cerealfor dinner, she sighed a bit before lurching out of the chair and waddling into the kitchen. While preparing the rolls for dinner, she snacked on a few lemons.

Oh yes. She was going to be having a girl. Arthur would just have to get used to the idea.