Uncertainty
It had been an entire week since she started feeling unwell.
At first she thought it may have been food poisoning. Bilius had just treated them to dinner at a new restaurant that smelled like spoiled milk. The symptoms didn't let up even after she took the medicinal potions they stored at home, and stomach calming draughts only did so much.
Arthur had taken a few days off work to look after her. She couldn't go anywhere near the kitchen, so she stayed cooped up in bed. When he had to go back to the Ministry, he sent for her mother to stay for the day.
"I don't know why you won't let me take you to the hospital," Isadora complained as she fretted about Molly's bedside, fluffing pillows and fixing tea.
"I'm sure the healers have more important things to take care of than cure a little stomach bug. It'll pass soon enough," Molly said. Her mother didn't seem convinced.
"Have you tried a pregnancy test?"
"Mother!"
"I was only asking."
"Arthur and I aren't planning on trying for children until things are … safer."
"That may be never."
"We're more optimistic."
Isadora sighed. "Honestly, Molly, you two were in such a hurry to start your lives together – eloping like you did – your father and I expected to be having a grandchild any month now. And we made sure to find you a house with a spare room and plenty space to add on-"
"Mother," the young witch warned.
"Oh, what's it hurt to take the test, hmm? Another possible ailment to cross off the list."
Molly sighed, too exhausted to argue with her mother any more. She allowed the comforter to be pulled back and watched nervously as the tip of her mother's wand met her stomach.
"If you're pregnant, the light will be white."
"And if not?"
"Green." Isadora muttered the spell and they waited impatiently for the light to appear.
Molly, fully expecting to see her stomach glow green, gasped when the white light spread over it, unable to decipher whether her tears were of joy or dread as her mother squealed happily beside her.