's the 7th month :D Do enjoy everyone!

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Month Seven

"You're real fat." Fred said matter-of-fatcly as he patted Molly's tummy. "Dat baby big."

Molly laughed and brushed back her hair. Arthur's heart caught in his throat. He couldn't help but notcie how much Molly was glowing in her seventh month.

"When you and George were in there I was even bigger." Molly told him, eyes shining as Fred's face displayed his pure astonishment.

"Bigga?" He asked. Arthur's face twitched into a smile as George donked him frimly on the head.

"Courshe was. More uv us in deer." He said, muching the English language into pulp as he did so. Molly smiled indulgently at them.

"Yes, there were more of you in there, George is right. I had two little babies with you in there." Molly said. Fred smacked George on the head then.

"We warnt fat. An' Mum hads us quick." He insisted. "Dis baby taksh ages."

Arthur smiled proudly at their advanced sentances, even though what Fred was saying was entirely wrong. They were growing up so much. Though the twins had always been early talkers.

"No, you took the same amount of time to grow inside me that this baby does. This baby has another two months to go yet. And you two were chubby little things." Molly said with a cheeky grin, reaching out a hand to tickle them. "Chubby chubby babies."

The twins squealed and wriggled as Molly scooped them up in both arms, hugging them to her and tickling them. They tried to escape, but Arthur could tell they were trying not to kick the big baby bump Molly now had. Their flailing feet carefully avoided Molly. And when George hit her he froze and turned with wide eyes, Fred picking up on his mood and stopping too.

"I soory." He whispered, putting a chubby little hand on Molly's tummy. "I soory baby sist."

And the twins began to kiss Molly's belly, cooing to their baby sister while Molly held back her laughter.

Suddenly Percy came racing into the room "We're back frum utside. Bill's gut the paint an Charlie's gut the- the bushes. The owl came. The owl drupped dem off."

He was gesturing madly, and behind him Arthur saw his older sons coming in, arms laden with stuff for decorating the new baby's room.

"Wow, thank you boys for bringing it up. We didn't expect the owl until this evening." Arthur said, taking some of the load off his sons, and breifly popping open a tin with his wand and checking the colour. The exact pink Molly had ordered. "Molly, do you want to decorate today and save the trip to Diagon Alley for tomorrow?"

Molly nodded enthusiaticly, strands coming loose from her bun and falling across her face. "I'd love to decorate our wee girls room right away. It's a good thing you added that extra room below the attic a year ago. It let's Charlie and Bill stay on the first floor withour having to share. And I did want the baby closer to us. It'll be good for-" And Molly walked slowly out of the room, talking to herself. Arthur smiled and lifted a few more cans, handing one to each of the kids so they could help carry them upstairs.

Reaching the little attic room Arthur found Molly laying out the last sheet to protect the floor while they painted. The room had already been prepared in every other way. It hadn't been hard for Arthur to convince Molly to let them paint the muggle way. A good expirience for the boys, he'd said. And they'd been told just where to buy, and owl order, magical paint from Mrs Lovegood, their closest magical neighbour. The Lovegoods were always painting there house.

After the boys set the paint tins down Molly ushered them out to put on clothes they could get dirty. While they were gone Arthur poured out the paint so they could get the brushes into it easier. Soon they came tromping back up the stairs and peered into the pink paint.

Arthur pulled all the boys into a circle around him and handed out brushes, before showing them, very carefully, just how to paint the walls. He made sure Fred and George had tiny brushes, so that they didn't get to overenthusiastic. It forced them to focus on a small bit of wall.

As soon as he had finished the boys all but leapt on the paint tins, dipping their brushes, and roller in Charlie's case, and setting to work on the walls. He laughed as Charlie quickly zoomed the roller up and down before pulling away and seeming bewildered that not enough paint had come off the roller. He tried again and again until finally he had a good thick layer. Then he smiled proudly and continued at his new slow pace. Percy had his tongue sticking out in concentration as he tried to make a perfect line along the side of the skirting board. Bill was looking quite casual as he painted along his section of wall, flicking his hair out of his eyes. He really was growing into quite a handsome boy. And Fred and George were swiping mad squiggles on their wall, jabbering what was half-words, half-nonsense at eachother.

Arthur continued his slow strokes as his gaze travelled to Molly. Then he had to stop painting because he couldn't focus anymore. How he loved her with his child growing inside her. She was glowing. She painted the wall with careful strokes, a dint forming between her eyebrows as she focused. As she worked she reached up and brushed her hair out of her face, leaving a pink smudge across her cheek, and in her hair. Arthur smiled and slowly resumed his painting, eyes on Molly.

After a while and an almost disaster involving Fred and a flying paint can, they finished(Charlie went subtly over the twins scribbles with the roller) and then they cleaned up. As Arthur put the drying spell over the paint and took away the protective sheets Molly got the kids out of their now painty clothes. Then the family gathered to admire their hadywork.

"It looks so cool." Bill stated, and his brothers quickly agreed. "She'll love it."

Arthur smiled at them all. Such a big, perfect loved them all so much. He loved the enthusiasm they had for their little sister. And he loved the baby itself. The day had been so great. Now all it took was to put in the furniture and hang the baby's mobile from the ceiling. It would be perfect. They'd be ready to welcome a new family memeber.

"Good job boys." Molly said happily. "Now who's hungry? I can get dinner ready in ten minutes tops."

They all cheered their agreement and began to move downstairs. Arthur reached out a blew out the lamp on the wall, it was winter, and already rather dark, so the room was plunged into the darkness of the twlight outside. Shutting the door carefully Arthur couldn't help but dream about the days to come when he'd be closing the same door after saying goodnight to their little girl.

As well as providing paint the Loovegood's have also asked me to tell readers that if they reveiw they may attract the welcome attentions of the Higdungler.