"Molly, my darling, I received an owl at work today from my mum." Arthur announced after he had Apparated into the Burrow kitchen.

"What did she have to say?" Molly asked, wrapping her arms around her husband and doing her best to bury her head in his shoulder, as she was now seven months pregnant and their embrace was slightly awkward.

"She said my father was attacked by Death Eaters."

"Arthur, that's terrible. Is he alive?"

"No."

"Oh Arthur, I'm sorry. When's the funeral?"

"This Saturday."

"Arthur, I'll get Fabian and Gideon to watch Bill and I'll go with you."

"Molly, are you sure that's a good idea? I mean-"

"What? Fabian and Gideon are good uncles. They'll take care of Bill."

"Not that. I know they're good with Bill. I meant that don't you think that you're not in any condition to travel?"

"Arthur, really, why are you so worried? Healer Sedgewick says everything's fine, you heard him yourself at our last appointment."

"I know, but I don't want anything to happen to you"
"Arthur, I'm fine. I'll make a deal with you. You can go to the visitations on your own, and I'll only come to the funeral. I promise."

"Molly-"

The baby chose this moment to begin kicking, apparently a bit squashed in the hug. Arthur allowed his hand to drift to his wife's swollen belly, he didn't get to feel the baby kick as often as he'd like, having to work until all hours of the night at the office or overtime during the day and according to Molly, this baby wasn't as much of a kicker as Bill had been.

"He is in there, isn't he?"

"Yes. I just wish he would kick more often when you're home. He always starts kicking as soon as you leave."

"I thought you said he isn't as much of a kicker as Bill was?"

"He isn't, but when he does decide to kick, it's always after you leave."

"Well, I hope I'll be able to be home more often soon. This overtime is beginning to wear me out."

"I know, darling. Between that and working into the late hours of the night, it's amazing you haven't fallen asleep at work."

"Molly, I asked about paternity leave today, and my boss says he's willing to give me two and a half months off, is that long enough?"

"Yes. When are you starting?"

"December 11th. Just don't have that baby before then and we'll be okay."

"Arthur, I really don't have a choice in the matter."

"I was just teasing Mol. Where's Billy?"

"He's upstairs taking his afternoon nap."

"How come every time I do manage to make it home, that boy is asleep?"

"He's only a year and nine months old. He takes two naps a day."

"Mol, is dinner ready? I have to go back in tonight so I can take the next three days off for my dad."

"Just about. Why don't you go upstairs and check on Billy? He should be waking up, he went down about two hours ago." Arthur kissed his wife softly before heading upstairs to check on his son.

"Molly, has he ate yet?" Arthur asked, coming back into the kitchen with Bill in his arms.

"No. I'll fix him a small plate and he can eat with us." Molly replied as she set the table and Arthur put Bill into his high chair. Dinner was a quiet affair, but Bill kept up a cheerful babble. By the time they had finished, Bill had managed to eat half of his dinner and decorate the kitchen with the other half. Arthur cleared the table and set the dishes to washing themselves before he left. Molly set about getting Bill ready for bed, and afterwards started on the daunting task of cleaning the kitchen.