A/N: I know this is a short chapter, I promise the next one will be longer. If it's not, you have my full permission to hunt me down.
"Charlie, sweetie, will you look after the twins for me while I help Percy with his penmanship?" Molly asked, as she carefully set Charlie's letter aside to dry, and began checking Bill's progress on the math problems she had set him.
"Yes, Mumma." Charlie replied, hopping off his chair and scampering to the living room where Percy was playing with the twins, who at eight months old were getting around fairly well on their own.
"Percy, come here, it's your turn to write your father a letter." Molly had thought that this was a clever way to get her children to practice their writing, and when she had talked with Arthur, he said that he would enjoy getting letters from the boys and that if he had time, he would write back to them. When she had told the boys about this idea, they were excited about the whole thing. With their father at work until all hours of the night, sometimes coming in after they had gone to bed, they didn't get much interaction time with him, and the thought of writing Daddy a letter while he was at work and receiving one in turn appealed to them.
"Mumma, will Daddy write back?"
"Of course he will Perce. He'll try too, anyway. It depends on how busy he is at work."
"Oh."
"Mum, I'm finished with my math." Bill said, waving his sheet of parchment in her face. After checking it over quickly, she gave him a fresh sheet of parchment to write his letter on. Bill gladly took it and went back to his seat at the table. Taking a quill and loading it with ink, Molly carefully placed it in Percy's small hand, and then wrapped her own around his. Percy told her what he wanted to write, and she guided his hand across the parchment allowing him to form the words.
When he had finished, she wiped his hands, as they were covered in ink, and allowed him to roll it up, setting it aside. She left Bill to his letter, knowing it was time for the twins' feeding and allowed Charlie and Percy to play outside. Arthur had tried to persuade her to begin weaning the twins from her breast milk, but she wasn't ready to give that up yet. She wanted to wait a little while longer, as they weren't showing signs of wanting to adjust to solid foods. She promised Arthur the moment they started losing interest in her breast, she would begin the process of weaning them to solid foods. From her experience as a mother thus far, she found that it was much easier to wean her children when they were ready, not her. When she had finished nursing the twins, she put them down for their midday nap, and settled herself at the table to write her own letter to Arthur.
She wrote him a quick note, telling him about what her day had been like so far, and what she had planned for dinner if he was able to make it. She carefully folded hers and the boys' letters and sent Errol off on his way.