"Molly?" They were relaxing on the couch, Molly leaning on Arthur, his hands resting on her belly. Molly was anxiously awaiting the arrival of the baby, as she was two days past her due date.

"What Arthur?"

"What if I'm not a good father?"

"Arthur, what ever do you mean? You'll make a wonderful dad. I know you will."

"But Mol, what if he doesn't like me?"

"Arthur, of course he'll like you. You helped create him."

"But I don't know anything about being a father."

"Yes you do. You know how to love. You know how to be caring, and sweet. That's all you need to know."

"I don't know how to take care of children."

"Arthur, I'm not asking you to raise this child on your own. All you have to do is care and love. That's it, except maybe change a dirty nappy every now and then, but that's it really.
I'll take care of everything else."

"Molly-girl, really, I don't know if I'm ready to be a daddy."

"Arthur, you'll make a wonderful father. You love me don't you?"

"Yes."

"Well then, loving this baby will be easy. You're a good man Arthur. Will you quit worrying? Everything will work out in the end." She said giving him a wide smile.

"You think so?"

"Yes." She paused and let out a startled noise as a sharp pain coursed through her body.

"What's wrong, Molly?" Arthur asked in a panicky voice.

"Arthur, we need to get to St. Mungo's! I think I'm going into labor!" She managed just before another contraction took her breath away. Arthur stood up, taking her hand and leading her to the floo. Once they were in the reception area of St. Mungo's Maternity Ward, Arthur gently helped her into a chair while he checked her in. He breathed with her through the next contraction, as she clenched her teeth in pain and squeezed his hand.

"Ouch! Molly do you think you can not squeeze so hard?" He asked as she squeezed so hard he thought his fingers were broken.

"ARTHUR WEASLEY, I HATE YOU!"

"What did I do?"

"YOU GOT ME PREGNANT, THAT'S WHAT! YOU CAN GO TO HELL!"

Arthur was beginning to become worried. He wasn't prepared for her to yell and scream at him while she was in labor. He helped her up and led her down the hall towards the room that the medi-witch had assigned her. Between contractions, he managed to help her into a hospital gown, and began walking her around the room. "Ow! Molly, please, I think you're breaking my fingers."

"GOOD! YOU DESERVE IT! I HATE YOU!"

Healer Sedgewick came in to check on them as another contraction began. He calmly waited until Molly was done screaming at Arthur before speaking. "Mrs. Weasley, How far apart are the contractions?"

"About three to four minutes."

"Okay. Mr. Weasley, keep walking her until she's too tired. This delivery should be quick,
if you obeyed my orders, Mrs. Weasley." After checking the baby's position, Healer Sedgewick left them alone.

"ARTHUR, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" She screamed as another contraction hit her.

Even though Arthur was still a little uncomfortable with her screaming at him, he decided not to say anything and kissed her forehead, which was becoming damp with sweat.

"Molly, dear, breathe, remember to breathe."

"I'M BREATHING ALL RIGHT, YOU PIECE OF SCUM!"

Molly doubled over in pain as a stronger contraction hit her. Arthur put his arms around her, to keep her upright. "ARTHUR, LEAVE ME ALONE! WE ARE DEFINITELY NOT DOING THIS AGAIN!"

As the stronger contractions came and went, she continued screaming insults at him and proceeded to tell him to 'go to hell, and never come back, I don't want to see you anymore, Arthur Weasley'. When she got too tired to walk, Arthur guided her over to the bed and helped her lie down. Her contractions were about a minute apart now, and Arthur was almost certain his entire hand was broken.

"Ah, I see you're ready. Next contraction push as hard as you can Mrs. Weasley." Healer Sedgewick entered the room as another contraction hit her, and he pushed her legs up on the bed so her knees were bent. Over the next couple of hours, stronger contractions came and went, with Molly doubling up in pain with each one, uttering almost animal-like growls between insults at Arthur. "That's it, Mrs. Weasley. You're done. Congratulations, you've had a boy." Arthur looked up just in time to see a tuft of bright red hair. "Mr. Weasley would you like to cut the cord?"

"The cord? What cord?"

"The umbilical cord, of course. Would you like to cut it?"

"Oh, yeah." He gave Molly a light kiss and walked over to where Healer Sedgewick was holding the infant. He cut the cord and Healer Sedgewick went about cleaning him off. Healer Sedgewick then gave the baby to Molly.

"Arthur, he's perfect isn't he?" She asked, not taking her eyes off the baby.

"Yes, he is. I helped make this?"

"Yes, Arthur, you did. I think he looks a lot like you." Arthur leaned over the baby, and looked into a pair of bright blue eyes.

"He's got my eyes, Molly." Arthur could hardly believe it. He was a father and he had never been happier. He reached out towards the baby, and Bill wrapped a tiny hand around his finger.

"Arthur, I'm sorry for screaming at you and telling you to go to hell, and saying I was going to kill you."

"It's fine. I would be screaming too if I was going through that."

"So, we can keep trying until we get a daughter?"

"Yes, that is if you're willing to go through that pain again."

"It wasn't so bad. I just wasn't prepared. I read up on childbirth, but even books didn't mention the pain."

"Well, you were amazing. I would never be able to do that, even if I was a woman. "

"Arthur, are you staying overnight, or are you going home?"

"Overnight?"

"Yes. Bill and I have to stay overnight; to make sure everything is fine. Are you staying or are you going home?"

"I'll stay. Where am I going to sleep though?"

"I'll ask the medi-witch, but I think you can sleep in bed with me."

"Well, I'll go home and get some pajamas, and a change of clothes for you. Is there anything else you need?"

"Yes, an outfit for Bill to wear home."

"All right. I'll be back in a bit. Get some rest."

"I will. I love you, Arthur."

"I love you too, Molly-girl."

Arthur left the room and Apparated to the Burrow. He grabbed a pair of pajamas for himself, a dress for Molly and went to the nursery to find something for Bill. He found a one-piece suit, and figured that it should work, as Molly hadn't told him what to grab for the baby. When he arrived back at the hospital, Arthur gently knocked on the door, so Molly would know he was back.

"Arthur, come in." He strode into the room and kissed Molly lightly.

"Molly, can I hold him?"

"Yes, of course you can, he's your son." She lifted the baby, placing him in the cradle of her husband's arms. "Careful, love. Support his head."

"Molly, I can't believe it. We're parents." At that moment, Bill began fussing. "Molly, what do I do?" He asked, as he moved the baby to his shoulder and patted Bill's back.

"Arthur, he's probably hungry. He hasn't eaten yet. Give him to me so I can feed him."
Arthur happily handed the screaming baby to his wife who took Bill into her arms and lifted her hospital gown so he could nurse.