A/N: Between writer's block and excessive homework, I haven't been able to devote as much time as I'd like to this fic. Anywho, here's an update, and for those of you who are following my other fic, Life as A Weasley, I should have another chapter finished soon.

"Molly, honey, the twins are up." Arthur rolled over to wake up his wife and was surprised to see that she was sitting up in bed, nursing one of the babies. Even though his sons were a week old, he couldn't tell them apart, and had begged Molly to put some sort of identification on them, which she downright refused to do. They had examined the twins closely, looking for even a hint of something different, but they hadn't found anything.

"Nice work, Captain Obvious." Molly replied, smiling down at her husband. She was nursing George, stroking his back, hoping it would help him relax.

"Would you like some help?"

"It would be appreciated, Arthur. Go get Fred." She felt George finish, and gently detached him from her breast, moving him to her shoulder, in hopes of getting him back to sleep.

"Here you are, Mol. Do you want me to take--" He said, gesturing to the baby on her shoulder.

"George, dear." She swapped babies with her husband, and prepared to nurse Fred. Arthur began pacing around the room, gently bouncing George, trying to calm him.

"Arthur, don't bounce him like that."

"Why? It always worked with Percy."

"They've got colic, Arthur. Doing that will only upset their stomachs more."

"Sorry, honey. I forgot."

"How could you forget Arthur? We've been up with them almost all night every night this week."

"Brain lapse from lack of sleep."

Molly shook her head at her husband's response, and patted the empty spot on the bed next to her. "Come back to bed, love. George will probably go back to sleep if he's on your chest."

"Okay." He replied, sliding into bed next to his wife, settling the baby on his chest. Within minutes, George had fallen asleep to the sound of his father's heartbeat and the feel of Arthur's hand rubbing his back.

"Molly?" Arthur asked, whispering, so he wouldn't wake the baby on his chest.

"What is it?"

"No matter how many times over I'm a father, each of these little guys amazes me."

"I know. They are amazing, aren't they?"

"Yes and perfect. Just like their mother."

Molly blushed, moving a little closer to her husband, carefully adjusting Fred, as he was still nursing.

"Arthur, they are perfect. Perfect little babies that we made together."

"That was amazing too, you know."

"Arthur, shush. They're right here."

"Molly, they don't know what were talking about." He replied, grinning a little devilishly.

"Stop it, Arthur." She lightly scolded, feeling her face grow very warm.

"Why? I love you, and you deserve to know it."

"I do know Arthur. Go to sleep, you remember what you promised Charlie, don't you?"

"Of course. His first solo flight on my broom, it's not everyday that a father gets to help his son learn the ins and outs of flying solo."

Shaking her head and smiling slightly, Molly turned her attention to Fred, detaching him from her breast, and burping him. She settled him on her chest, and stroked his back until he fell asleep. Satisfied her family was content; she drifted off to sleep herself.

Arthur awoke some time later to the feel of George working his mouth against his chest, as if trying to nurse. He smiled down at his son, and shifted the baby so he could look at his face.

"Well, little guy, there's two things wrong with this picture. First, that doesn't work with clothes on, and second, you're not going to get anything from me, that your mum's job." He said, tickling George's belly. Glancing over, he noticed his wife was still sleeping peacefully, and after kissing her forehead gently, he kissed her lips, causing her to stir.

"What is it Arthur?" She asked groggily, not opening her eyes.

"Molly, honey, this little one is hungry."

"I didn't hear him cry…"

"I woke up to him suckling my chest."

"Okay, then." She replied sleepily, taking George from her husband and preparing to nurse him. By the time George was done, Fred was making his presence known to the room.

"Daddy, can we go up on the broom yet?" Charlie asked, bounding into the room throwing himself on the foot of his parents' bed.

"In a minute son, we need to change George first."

"Okay, Daddy, I'll help." Arthur chuckled as he followed Charlie to the nursery, and gathered the necessities to change a nappy. He no sooner got a clean nappy on his son and was getting ready to fasten it then George decided to urinate all over Arthur's front. Arthur fought to hold back the stream of curses that were threatening and quickly fastened the nappy.

"MOLLY!"

"What is it Arthur? Surely you don't need to yell." She said, coming into the nursery carrying Fred.

"Your son just, just," unable to find the words, Arthur just pointed to his blue pajama top that was sporting a dark stain.

Molly fought to bite back a laugh as she performed a quick cleaning charm on her husband.

"Arthur, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, to stand beside the baby you are changing, not in front of him."

"But, but," he stuttered, pointing from himself to the baby.

"No buts. You should know by now that's what little boys do. Go get cleaned up."

"Yes dear."

After a quick breakfast, Arthur headed outside to the broomshed with Charlie in tow. He had just finished explaining the basics of riding solo and Charlie was about to kick off as Molly came outside to watch, carrying the twins, followed by Bill and Percy.