VII
Classy
She looks at the necklace in the jeweller's window. With three kids, two more on the way and little money, she can only dream of such classy things.
Confident
"I'll get an 'E' at least." Bill says.
"Of course we'll win!" Charlie insists.
Molly wishes Percy was half as confident as his brothers.
Confusing
"George?" Fred asks, pointing at the mirror.
"Molly is tired out, but she laughs.
"No, Fred, love. It's you," she tells him.
Fred looks even more confused.
Controlling
"I've got the job, Mum," Charlie says flatly. "I'm going to Romania."
Molly opens her mouth to argue , but catches Arthur's eye.
She has to let her kids grow up.
Don't Leave Me
Molly was sure it was not this bad with Billy or Charlie.
She grips Arthur's hand as another contraction hits.
"Don't leave me," she gasps.
Different
"A girl? Are you sure?" Molly says when Arthur tells her.
She thought she knew all about babies and children, but this will be different, that's for sure.
Modesty
Since the twins were born, Molly undresses in the dark and won't let Arthur look.
"Too many stretchmarks," she says. "I'm ugly."
He kisses her softly. "Never to me."
Home
She reads Witch Weekly and sighs over the beautiful, stylish, tidy houses in there.
But The Burrow is home and she wouldn't really change it.
Believe Me
Arthur had something on at work and couldn't go with her to the Healer appointment.
Now he looks astounded and unbelieving and horrified.
"Believe me," Molly tells him. "It's twins."
Words
They have their first proper row ten days after the wedding. Molly lies in bed, crying.
"I'm sorry," Arthur whispers.
Words can heal as well as hurt.