"Molly, you all right?" He asked gently, it had been two months since it had happened, and Molly was really having a hard time.
"Oh, you're home. Arthur, why did this happen to us?" Arthur walked over to her, and wrapped his arms around her.
"I don't know, Mol." He buried his face in her hair, doing his best to hold back his own tears.
Arthur thought back to the day it had happened, he had been at the office, when an emergency floo came in from him. It had been one of the twins, Arthur still had a hard time telling them apart, even after being married to Molly for five years. They had told him that he needed to come home, and find someone to watch Bill and Charlie, that they were taking Molly to St. Mungo's. He sprung into action, and after stuttering out an explanation to his supervisor, he made his way home. When he arrived, Molly was doubled over in pain, and the twins were doing their best to keep her upright. Molly quickly told him that as soon as he had someone to watch the boys, he was to meet them at St. Mungo's. It took him an hour to find one of his relations to watch the boys and he made his way to St. Mungo's. When he arrived, Fabian and Gideon told him that Molly had miscarried, and that he could go in and see her. A medi-witch directed him to her room, and he saw that she was in bed, her knees pulled up to her chest.
"Mol, you okay?" He had asked gently, as he sat down on the bed next to her, pulling her into a gentle embrace.
She hadn't responded, she just buried her head into his shoulder, and he felt her body begin to shake as she wept into his robes. A medi-wizard had come in some time later, telling them that she could go home as soon as she was ready. She had told him to sign the papers to get her out, and he took her home.
"Arthur, I miss him." Arthur snapped out of his reverie, and pulled away just enough so he could look her in the eye.
"Mol, I do too. Did you get my letter?" He had left her a letter that morning, on the table, which had said:
My Molly-
I know this is hard for you, and as much as I would like to stay home with you, someone has to work to pay the bills. I know you need time to grieve, but I don't want you dwelling on it, or letting it consume you. Focus on taking care of Bill and Charlie, and I want you to know that if you ever feel like you need to have a good cry, I'll be here to offer you my shoulder. You're a strong woman, Molly Prewett, and I love you for it, and we'll get through this. I love you Molly, and nothing will ever change that. I know you feel like you're not up to scratch because you miscarried, but it's nature's way, we just weren't meant to have another son right now. You've carried two healthy children, and I don't doubt that we'll ever be able to have more. You just have to let me know, I'm not even going to suggest we have sex until I know you're ready to try for another child. I sincerely hope that you'll come to me if you need to talk about things, and I'll do my best to comfort you, but as you said a few days ago, I have no idea how you're feeling. Yes, I'm hurting too, but I'm not the one who was carrying the baby. I can only imagine the pain you're experincing, I mean two months ago, there was a baby inside of you, kicking and squirming. Now there's nothing. Bill and Charlie depend on you, and I know they've picked up on all this, because just the other day Bill asked me why you were crying, when you burst into tears after dinner. Billy's worried about you, and we have to be strong for son, with all of the things that are happening in our world right now. I know that you'll probably never stop missing the child we never had, and you'll always keep a special place in your heart for that child. Molly, my darling, I'll always be here for you, you here me? Nothing will ever come between us, and I promise you, I'll stick by your side through everything. Remember our wedding vows? Through sickness and in health? Till death do us part? Molly Weasley, I'm staying for good, and even if we never have another child, I'm not going to leave you. It's not your fault, nor mine. Molly, you've always been my strength and seeing you broken hearted like this when there's nothing I can do, rips my heart out. It breaks my heart to see you cry all the time, my dear. I guess what I'm trying
to say is that I love you, and no matter what happens, nothing is ever going to change that, Mol.
Your loving husband,
Arthur
"Yes, Arthur, I did. Thank you. I needed to hear all of that."
"I know. Mol, I have to go back in tonight, are you going to be all right here by yourself?"
"Yeah. Arthur, I know this sounds a little silly, but I miss being pregnant."
"You do? Does that mean you're ready to try again?"
"I think so Arthur. What time do you think you'll be home?"
"One in the morning at the latest. Have you started dinner yet?"
"No. What would you like?"
"It doesn't matter to me, Molly. Let me help though, all right?"
"Okay Arthur."
"Mol, I love you."
"I love you too."
She led him out of the nursery, Arthur closed the door, and they checked in on Bill and Charlie.
That night, after she had put Bill and Charlie to bed, she curled up in Arthur's chair by the fireplace to wait for him. She had been sitting for quite a while, when she heard someone come down the stairs. It was Bill, and he toddled over to his mother.
"What's wrong, Billy?"
"Mumma, why did you cry?" Molly looked at the small child in front of her, he was too little to understand about the baby, all he knew was that he was going to have another sibling, and now he wasn't going to and that his mummy and daddy were upset.
"Billy, Mummy was sad." She replied as she pulled him up into her lap.
"Why were you sad?"
"I'll tell you when you're older. You don't worry about me, okay? That's Daddy's job. Besides, Mummy isn't as sad anymore."
"Mumma, can I have a glass of milk?"
"Of course you can. Come with me." She set him on the floor, and took his hand as she led him into the kitchen. She got out a small glass and filled it with milk.
"Thank you, Mumma." Bill said as he sat down at the table and Molly handed him the glass.
"You're welcome. Would you like me tuck you back in to bed?" She asked as her son finished the drink.
"Yes, please."
Molly placed the glass in the sink, and followed Bill back upstairs to his room. She tucked him in and watched him from the doorway until he fell back asleep. On her way back downstairs, she heard a faint 'pop' and saw Arthur appear at the bottom of the stairs. He took a quick glance around, and seeing that she wasn't downstairs, he made his up, and Molly decided to wait for him in their bedroom.
"Mol, did you actually get some sleep while I was gone?" Arthur questioned, as he entered the room.
"No. Billy came downstairs for a glass of milk and I just tucked him back in. I saw you arrive and I decided to wait here for you." He pulled her into a hug, and tilted her face up to his for a kiss. She hesitated for a moment, then returned his kiss. She hardly seemed to register the fact that their kissing had grown in intensity. Arthur stopped for a moment.
"Mol, is this okay with you?" He asked, gazing into her deep brown eyes.
"Yes, Arthur, it is"
Arthur resumed his kissing and hurriedly slipped his robes off his shoulders and backed her toward the bed. In a matter of moments, Arthur was in nothing but his undershirt and boxers, and he had slipped off her dressing gown and nightgown. She lay down on the
bed, and as tired as she was, she wasn't going to call it off, she always enjoyed the spontaneity of her and Arthur's love making episodes. He launched himself on top of her, and began kissing her neck and throat. She pulled the undershirt over his head, and dug her nails into his bare back, as he began kissing her breasts, his tongue drawing wet patterns on her sensitive skin, causing her moan rather loudly. His hands had found their way to her thighs, they were sliding closer and closer to her womanhood, making her breath shallow and hard, and causing her to whimper every so often. Once he was sure she could stand the teasing no longer, he lifted her hips and removed her panties. She gasped as his hands slipped between her thighs, rubbing gently back and forth, making her flow hot and wet for him. He then allowed her to remove his boxers, quaking in ectasy as her fingers ran over his erect manhood. She clenched her teeth at the full sensation of Arthur gently entering her, and he began moving with slow, even strokes. His mouth found hers again, and she kissed him with fervor. Arthur's thrust quickly became deeper and wilder, and he grasped her hips firmly as he rammed into her, causing her to jerk back and forth under him. He quickly exhausted himself, shuddering as he pumped his essence into her, and collapsed on top of her. Before rolling over so he was on his back, he gave her a long, lingering kiss. Minutes later, he was asleep, and Molly brushed his hair away from his sweaty forehead when she snuggled closer to him.
"Arthur," Molly poked her husband, to wake him up, she was three months pregnant, and something wasn't right.
"What is it, Mol?" He asked groggily, rolling over to face her, though he could hardly make out her face in the darkness.
"Something's wrong. I felt something."
"Are you sure it wasn't a kick?"
"Yes, I'm sure. The baby doesn't start moving and kicking until the fourth month. I'm only three months in."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Get someone to stay with the boys. I'm going to St. Mungo's. Meet me there."
"Okay, Mol." Arthur replied, rolling out of bed to get dressed. Molly made her way to the floo, and went to the hospital. It took Arthur almost two hours to find someone to stay with Bill and Charlie, and by the time he arrived at St. Mungo's, Molly was in the waiting room, she had been told she could leave.
"Molly, what happened?"
"Arthur, I miscarried again. Why does this keep happening to us? And Healer Sedgewick there's a chance that if we lose one more baby, we might never have children again."
"Are you feeling all right? You ready to go home?"
"Yes, Arthur." He pulled her out of the chair she was sitting in, and drew her close. He planted a tender kiss on her forehead and led her to the nearest floo. She managed to keep her tears at bay until they were in bed, and she buried her face into Arthur's shoulder and wept.
"Mol, we'll get through this." He whispered into her ear, as he rubbed her back, hoping to comfort her, but like the last time, he had no idea what to say.
"Arthur, I want another baby so very much."
"I know, my darling, I know. Mol, Charlie's going on two, we don't have to try again until after his second birthday all right?"
"Okay. Arthur, I love you."
"I love you too. Did you keep my letter from last time?"
"Yes. It's in my jewelry box."
"Well, I want you to read it again."
"I will, Arthur." Arthur pulled her closer, wrapping his arms more tightly around her waist and she slipped her arms around him, and rested her head on the worn spot on Arthur's shoulder that she dearly loved.