September 1976

"Not that I don't love Bill, Percy, and Charlie, Arthur, I want a girl," Molly pleaded.

"There hasn't been one born into the Weasley family for seven generations, Molly," he reminded his wife gently, while she coddled a newborn Percy.

"I know, but I want a girl, a baby girl."

"Well," Arthur sighed, determining his reasoning as a lost cause, "We'll just have to keep trying until we get there."

Molly stroked the little tuft of red hair on Percy's head, and smiled slightly as he wrapped his chubby baby fist around her finger. "I think I agree with that."

January 1978

"Charlie! Get back here this instant!" The five year old raced around the Burrow, clutching a live-action dragon finger in his toddler fist as his six-months-pregnant mother chased him around. He ducked into a corner.

The red-headed boy giggled, a high-pitched laugh, from wherever he was hiding. "Can't find me, Mummy!"

"Charles Weasley, get your behind over here right this second!"

The little boy was quiet, until Molly heard a mild shuffling and her slightly ashamed son appeared in front of her.

"Sorry, Mummy," the little boy pleaded, and Molly's heart melted over the puppy-face expression he was wearing.

"Don't do that again, Charlie," she scolded, and plucked the dragon out of his hand, "I told you not to touch this. Now run along and go find Bill."

Molly let the smile creep up onto her face as Charlie waddled away, and rubbed her hand over her bigger-than-usual stomach, smiling. She would be happy with a boy or a girl, as long as it was hers and she could love it unconditionally.

Late August 1981

"Mrs Weasley, it's a girl!"

"What?" asked Molly sharply. Though after giving birth she was tired and wanted to just pass out and would usually see stars, the Healer's words brought her to alert.

"A girl, a beautiful baby girl," the Healer emphasized, and passed the little bundle of pink blankets over to the beaming woman, who tucked the baby down into the crook of her elbow and gazed at it lovingly before turning to her husband, who was seated next to her.

"Arthur, it's our girl," she murmured lovingly, and the said little girl blinked her eyes up at her mother.

Word Count: 399

Written for Cheeky Slytherin Lass' Master of Spells Challenge

Fantastic Beasts Challenge, Peruvian Vipertooth