Month four brings some reflection on Arthur's part! Enjoy!

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Month Four

Arthur woke up groggily and peered around the room. He had no memory of the night before, but he was pretty sure he had thrown up, maybe more then once. He'd been feeling sick for a few days, but he'd concluded it was just from working non-stop before rushing home to help Molly by cooking and cleaning and doing what he could. She was usually fine, but Arthur liked to take the kids out for walk and give her some peace. The result of which had been him feeling compeltly drained by the time he'd gathered the kids back in and taken them inside again. He hadn't thought he was really sick.

Of course it didn't help that he'd been working extra hard at work because Jones had finally given notice to say he'd leave in a month and Arthur was proving what a great Head of Department he'd make. Not that it was a big department, he'd have to hire someone else after Jones left to put it back up to two staff members again.

Arthur squeezed his eyes shut, head reeling. He really didn't want to think. It made him feel nauseous again. He tried to peer at the clcok on the wall opposite the bed, but he couldn't lift his head without dizziness overtaking him.

Maybe it wasn't morning yet. And he could sleep in just a little longer. Sleep would be an amazing releif from his churning stoumch. He was already drifting off. Sleep would be perfect...

In his dreams a beautiful little girl wrapped up in pink was nestled in Molly's arms. They both had those amazing red curls. They were beautiful. They were his. He loved them so much it hurt. He wantred to go and hold his girl. He wanted to get closer.

"Honey," Molly sounded like an angel when she talked like that. She sounded like Arthur was the only thing in the world. "It's time to open those sleepy eyes Arthur. Look at me, come on."

Arthur forced his lids open and was met with thee most welcome sight of Molly's tenderest expression, a strand of hair fell across her face. It was the most vivid of reds. He could look at her forever.

"Are you feeling better?" she asked, her hand brushing the back of his forehead as she pushed his hair out of the way before pressing down for a moment to gauge his temprature.

"Mmm," Arthur couldn't say much more. The moment was blissful.

"Can you sit up?" Molly asked. "I brought you some soup, it's got a little pepperup in it too, to help you get better, and something for the vomitting."

"The vomitting...?" Arthur groaned. His blissful bubble seemed to burst. "Oh Molly, I'm so sorry!"

He pushed himself up, headrush lurching into his skull and sending him falling back to the pillows. At least he was sitting up now.

"Shhh, you stay calm." Molly reprimended, looking annoyed. "I don't want you straining yourself. This could be better by tomorrow if you'd just rest."

"You should be the one resting! I can't believe I'm sick!" He moaned "I'm supposed to be looking after you. Let me get out bed!"

He struggled to push back the sheets, but Molly shoved him down. "Don't you dare start feeling guilty. It's not like I'm so big I can't move Arthur! I'm only four months in!"

"But you need me."

"No, I never need you at this time. You'd be at work." Molly reminded him firmly, shoving a bowl of soup into his hands. "So eat up."

"Work! Oh no, I'm missi-"

"I called you in sick. I don't think they want you going out and trying to remain unnoticeed by muggles while vomitting everywhere. That might draw attention to you." She said matter-of-factly. Arthur smiled. She was adorable when she had her mind set on something.

"And now I have to go back to the kids before Fred and George destroy the place. Why we ever let them learn to walk and talk remains a mystery to me." She rolled her eyes and headed for the door.

"You don't need any h-" The glare she threw him shut him up immediately- She didn't need help, that was clear. But Arthur felt sort of lost sitting in the silent room without anyone there. He hated being sick because he felt as if he was being rude and unhelpful. There was so much he could be doing, but here he was lying in his bed, lazy. He wanted to help.

Molly's morning sickness had passed, and now the kids had another parent's time taken up with nausea and vomitting. Poor things. At least they hadn't had two down at once.

He abesentmindedly spooned a bit of Molly's soup into his mouth and jumped in shock as stean began to pour fromn his ears. It took him a second of panic to remember what she'd said about the pepperup potion in it. He was stunned to find he was suddenly hungry. Just an hour ago he had been feeling sick at the very thought of food. And a minute ago he'd not been hungry at all. He'd eaten more out of habit, because he had a spoon and bowl in his hand. Arthur wondered if Molly had put something else in the soup, to make sure he wasn't sick and finished his meal properly. It would be just the kind of sneaky thing she would do to try and mother him as much as possible.

A smile grew on his face as he got sidetracked by the thought of her mothering skills. The new baby would love her to bits. Molly was perfect. The best mother ever. She'd adapt perfectly to a little girl, even if she was used to boys. Arthur wondered how he'd deal with a girl in the house all of a sudden. He'd love her to bits of course, but he wasn't exactly expirienced with girls. He had no idea what to expect. He wouldn't know how to handle her.

Not that they even knew if it was a girl or not. But he had a feeling...

Hehe, they totally think Ron's a girl! Sorry there are no cute Weasley kids, but I think Arthur needed a break to think by him self. You'll see them next chapter, don't worry! And reveiw!