A/N: This is my first and ONLY attempt at a drabble, so I apologize in advance if it's not to my usual standard...I would much rather writechapters. :)
Arthur Weasley watched as his wife of nearly thirty years bustled about the kitchen tidying up after dinner. He wished she would sit down and relax, it had been ages since the two had had a conversation that had not been related to the ongoing war or the children. He loved her, and he loved the way she ran a tight ship around the Burrow, Merlin knows it had helped him out in the early years of their marriage. He thought she needed a baby in her life. Their lives. Babies brought joy, and they both needed some of that.