Arthur awoke to the sound of the shower running in his and Molly's private lavatory. Knowing she would be out soon, he rolled out of bed and stationed himself outside the bathroom door. At seven months, Molly was huge, but she could never be unattractive to him. In fact, he thought her pregnancy made her even more desirable. As the door opened and Molly emerged, Arthur followed her over to the mirror, and when she had let the towel that was wrapped around her body fall away, he wrapped an arm around her bulging stomach and cupped her breast with his other hand.

"Arthur, what are you doing?"

"Nothing dear." He replied, leaning down to kiss her where her neck met her shoulder.

"Arthur, if you're trying to get me to have sex with you, I'm sorry, but we can't. I'm too big."

"Molly, when have I ever forced myself on you?"

"Never."

"Exactly. Do you know what today is, Mollywobbles?"

"No, is it anything special?"

"It's Valentine's Day, my dear. I want you to find your best dress, and we're going on a dinner date tonight."

"Arthur, but,"

"No buts, my darling. We haven't been out in ages, and I've already got reservations."

"Oh all right." He released her and watched on, as she got dressed.

Later on that evening, Arthur was shaving in the one of the boys' bathrooms, supervising Charlie as he took his bath.

"Daddy?"

"What is it, Charlie?"

"What's wrong with my skin? Will it go back to normal?" Charlie asked, holding out a very wrinkled hand as he walked over to Arthur after getting out of the tub. Arthur chuckled and bent down to scoop his son up. He sat him down on the bathroom counter, and dabbed a little bit of shaving cream on his nose.

"Those are wrinkles, Charlie. They aren't anything to be scared of."

"Oh."

"They're just a product of time and true love. Some are going to come and stay, and some are going to come and go. Charlie, you're young you're going to be okay."

Arthur watched as his son toddled out of the bathroom, and headed in the general direction of his room, where Molly was getting ready for their date.

Molly was examining herself in the mirror, and for the first time, she noticed the crows' feet that were forming around her eyes.

"Damn body. I'm fat and ugly, and Arthur wants to take me out in public. I can't believe how many wrinkles I have already, and I'm only twenty-seven. I wish I were sixteen again. Young, madly in love and not a care in the world."

"Mumma?"

"What is it, Charlie?"

"Those wrinkles aren't something to be scared of. They're just a product of time and true love. Some are gonna come and stay and some are gonna come and go, Mum, you still look young, you're going to be okay."

"Wherever did you hear that?"

"Daddy. I was all wrinkled up when I got out of my bath and that's what he told me."

"I should have known. Your father is sweet like that. Go get ready for bed, your father and I will tuck you in before we leave."

Molly had found a sleeveless, knee length black dress she had bought a several months ago for a Ministry party she and Arthur had planned on attending. However, Arthur had gotten sick the week before, so they had cancelled their evening out. She needed to make some modifications to it as she was pregnant, and it wasn't a maternity dress. She slipped it on and continued scrutinizing herself in the mirror.

"Mollywobbles, what's wrong?" Arthur asked, seeing tears forming in his wife's eyes.

"I'm a whale and you're taking me out to dinner."

"Molly, you're beautiful."

"No I'm not, I'm fat and ugly." She sniffled.

"Molly, you're pregnant. I don't expect you to be rail thin, honey. You're beautiful. You're not fat you're just plump. And technically, this isn't fat." Arthur replied, patting her belly.

"Remind me why you're taking me out to dinner then. I feel fat and ugly and I'm not attractive."

"Because one, its Valentine's Day, two, you're my wife and I want to show you off, three, you're beautiful when you're pregnant and no matter what you say, you're always attractive to me. Now dry those tears, you know I don't like to see them in those big brown eyes of yours."

"You're right Arthur. I'm just being silly. Wait for me downstairs please, while I finish getting ready."

Arthur turned and left the room, checking to make sure his sons were in bed.

"Arthur,"

"Hi, Brian. When did you get here?"

"Just now. Anything special I need to know about taking care of your boys?"

"Nope. They're in bed, so it should be an easy night for you."

"Why are you taking her out anyway?"

"Because she's my wife and we haven't been out in ages."

"Is she going through the insecurities of pregnant women?"

"What, the 'I'm fat and ugly' routine? Yeah. Will you go upstairs and see if she's ready?"

"Sure. Anything you want me to tell her?"

"Nope."

Brian headed upstairs and moments later he saw his wife begin to descend the stairs. Her hair was down, which pleased him; she normally kept it up so the children wouldn't tug it, and the dress she was wearing showed off her delicious curves well.

"Arthur, are you ready?"

Now that she was in front of him, his eyes couldn't seem to go above her breasts, which were showcased spectacularly in the dress.

"Molly, you look, um"

"Arthur, my face is here, not here." She said, pointing to her face then to her breasts.

"I'm sorry, you just look beautiful." With that, he pulled her to his side, guiding her to the fireplace.

"Where are we going?"

"Someplace special." He said, throwing floo powder down and stating their destination clearly. A few moments later they were standing in a club well known for its dinner and dancing. He led her to his reserved table, and eased her into a chair. After dinner, Arthur stood up and walked to her side of the table, offering her his hand.

"May I have this dance?" She chuckled a little at his formality, you would think they were dating, not a married couple with three young children and two more on the way.

"What?"

"You're silly, Arthur." She placed her hand in his, and allowed him to lead her to the dance the floor. His hands drifted down to rest on her waist, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, nestling her head under his chin.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" He whispered, kissing the top of her head. He felt her nod into his neck, and he pulled her as close as her belly would allow. They danced through several songs, not speaking, enjoying their quiet time together.

"OUCH!"

"What is it, Molly? Did I step on your feet?" Arthur asked, alarmed, he didn't like seeing his wife in pain.

"No, just a huge kick to the ribs. Can we go home? My back hurts, my feet hurt,"

"Yes, we can." He stated, interrupting her. He led her back to the table, paid the bill and guided her into the fireplace. When they arrived back at the Burrow, Brian was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a cup of tea.

"Oh, Arthur, Molly, you're home. I guess I can go now huh?"

"Yes, you can, Brian. Thanks for watching the boys."

"No problem." With that, Brian Apparated away.

"Molly, what hurts? I'll do my best to help you."

"My back, ankles, feet, the backs of my legs, I'm hurting places I never did with the others."

"Okay, okay. Go on upstairs, get into your nightgown and I'll give you a good rub down. How does that sound?" He asked, kissing her forehead.

"Wonderful." He watched as she slowly climbed the stairs, he loved seeing his wife pregnant, she was adorable with her rounded belly, and the gift she had protected inside her was even more precious. After turning out the lights, he headed upstairs to check on his sons, before retiring to his room to give his wife a massage.

"Arthur, honey, wake up."

"What is it, Mol?" He asked groggily, blinking his eyes to focus them.

"Arthur, I don't feel well."

"How come?"

"I don't know. My head hurts, my chest hurts, and I've got the chills…"

"Okay, what do you want?"

"Can you call in today? Help me out?"

"Yes, I will. Would you like some Pepperup Potion?"

"No, I'd better not take it. I don't know if it will affect the babies or not. I know it's safe during the first two trimesters, but I'm not sure about the third."

"Okay. Anything I can get you?"

"Just try to keep the boys out of trouble. I need to rest."

"Will do. I'll bring you up some breakfast later." He rolled out of bed, making sure to tuck the blankets tightly around his wife to keep her warm, kissed her forehead, and headed downstairs to make breakfast for the boys.

"Mumma?"

"What is it Perce?" Molly asked, hearing Percy toddle into the bedroom.

"Mumma, c'n I come to bed with you?"

"Yes. Can you climb up here?" Percy made his way to the side of the bed, and using the blankets as hand holds, he made his way up on the bed, so he was lying next to her. She wrapped an arm around him, pleased to have some alone time with him. "Is it time for your nap?" Percy nodded and turned his head so it was buried into her chest. She moved her hand to his back, stroking it until he fell asleep.

"Molly?"

"Arthur, shh, Percy's asleep."

"I'm sorry. Are you feeling better?" He asked, dropping his voice to a whisper.

"A little."

"I contacted Healer Sedgewick and he said if you absolutely needed it, you can have a small dose of Pepperup Potion."

"Okay. I might take some later, but I'm starting to feel better."

"Good. I'll be back in a little while to check on you."

"Don't bother, Arthur. I'll be fine. I promise."

"Okay, I'll be back with some dinner in a few hours then. Get some rest."

"I know, Arthur."