"Arthur!" greeted her husband as he stepped out of the fireplace.
"Tea please Molly."
As his wife waved her wand at the kettle, Mr Weasley was not too sure how to handle the situation that he had just witnessed, despite normally being so calm. Many questions were raging through his head, "How had they come back when he and his family had been told many times that he couldn't? How could they gatecrash a wedding? Would the rest of his family accept their returns like he so easily did?"
"What's wrong dear?" after spending over 40 years with Mr Weasley, Mrs Weasley knew when something was going on.
"Nothing for you to worry about, just a few kettles in Brackley causing boils. We had to get the Accidental Magical Reversal Squad in sort it out but the residents wouldn't let us in, so we had to force our way in and then obliviate them," all of which had to be true as he knew he wasn't able to get away with lying to Molly, but of course was not the main reason for his visible distress.
Luckily his answer passed the test.

Mr Weasley tapped his wand at the radio in attempt to detract attention away from himself, but regretted it immediately when Celestina Warbeck blurted out one of her many songs he couldn't name.
Other than Molly being engrossed in the music, the Burrow was otherwise echoing an unusual quiet, unlike in the past when his children were still children and his hair still glowed a vibrant red.
It didn't matter to him as long as they were all happy. George, he and Angelina were planning on their first child, Percy, he was working his way back through the ministerial hierarchy as he always wanted to, Bill and Charlie had been in stable relationships and were working as a curse breaker and dragon handler respectively which was also what they had wished for. Ginny, she got everything she desired, a place on the Holyhead Harpies roster and a perfect fiancé, or was he? Was Dean what her heart really desired or was there a sense of disappointment and regret over Harry? Hermione, she was as good as a Weasley, working as an officer in the Protection of Magical Creatures, dating an international Quidditch player or did she always want to be with Ron? These thoughts had been circulated through Mr Weasley throughout not just one sip of tea, most of which had not entered his stomach but hovered just before his lips, but for the past year or so.
"I'm off to bed Molly," he told his wife in a rather weary voice.
Mrs Weasley did not pester her husband with any more questions about her vague suspicions as she knew he was always stressed from work at this time of day.

Upon sunrise, Mr Weasley dropped off a knut in the pouch of the owl carrying the Daily Prophet (which he still subscribed to due to the ministry's regulations) and took the paper to the breakfast table.

"THE BOY WHO LIVED SPOTTED?"

was the main headline but fortunately there had been so many past appearances of this headline over the previous couple of years so he did not expect this one in particular to cause any controversy. Mr Weasley made himself toast (at least he could do that without his wife's assistance, and then set off to work.

Mrs Weasley on the other hand, was making progress on preparing the house for Ginny's visit the next day, the first for 2 months, as she had been preoccupied with Quidditch matches. She noticed the headline on the front of the Daily Prophet and also did not raise much suspicion, thinking it was just there to increase awareness about Ginny's wedding.
She found it rather lonely in the Burrow, with only Bill and Charlie visiting every week. Fred was living in a flat above his Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, Percy and Ginny were also far away and Ron, she suddenly felt a surge of guilt at leaving his bedside unattended. Harry also, her family had taken him saving Ginny, Arthur and Rons' lives for granted and by leaving him, had completely dishonoured everything he stood for, as a fighter but above all else, a young man of total selflessness. Mrs Weasley allowed a tear to roll down her left cheek, as she decorated the front entrance with baskets of chrysanthemums and geraniums.
As the day continued, the ever efficient witch that she was, Mrs Weasley finished her chores with plenty of time to spare, dedicating herself to reading Muggle romance novels in the hope of releasing some stress, with Arthur possibly returning in time for dinner.

As the Weasley's upgraded ingenious clock landed itself to seven o'clock, the third hand moved to "travelling" which brought a sigh of relief to Mrs Weasley, having just finished making her dinner of a slow-roasted garlic chicken and roast potatoes with carrot and coriander soup.
"Quiet day at work today Molly," said Mr Weasley as he came bustling through the door, immediately perking up at the scent from the kitchen table.
Mr Weasley deposited his briefcase in the living room, with his mind having solutions to most of the questions that were in his head in the morning.
After dinner, Mrs Weasley decided to have a bath so Mr Weasley took this time to scribble a quick note to Ron and Harry.

Ron and Harry,

Ginny's coming home at noon tomorrow.

Mr Weasley

Hoping that Errol would return by tomorrow morning, which was quite optimistic considering her old age, Mr Weasley gave her an affectionate nip and she elevated out of the window and into the distance.
Mr Weasley retired himself to his garage before sleeping, forever engrossed in Muggle artefacts, even going as far as attempting to assemble various household goods such as an alarm clock which he did not use, as it had driven Mrs Weasley spare when he had used it.
Just as he was examining the flywheel of a two-stroke engine, a very menacing owl came through the slim window of the garage, but when he recognised it to be Kingsley's owl breathed a sigh of relief.

Arthur,

You're welcome to have the week off.
We are pretty quiet at this time and I am sure you have other things to attend to.

Kingsley Shacklebolt
Minister of Magic

Mr Weasley scribbled a note of gratitude and went to sleep feeling rather tired, but also exceedingly satisfied.