Breakfast
The day after Molly discovered she was pregnant, she woke up early to prepare breakfast for Arthur. She hadn't been able to stand the smell of food in the past week, but now that her mother had provided her with enough potions to keep the morning sickness at bay for the next month, she was feeling more like herself.
"You're looking better," Arthur commented the moment he walked into the kitchen.
"Yes, back to normal, finally."
"Suppose the bug ran its course, eh?"
She didn't answer, busying herself with fixing their plates. Now that she was able to keep food down, she was famished and filled her plate with twice as much food.
"Molls? Are you sure you're feeling all right?" he wondered, eying her plate.
Molly bit her lip, taking a seat across from him. She'd tried all of the previous night to tell him the news, but it never seemed like a good time. And she knew she couldn't wait too much longer. Either he'd catch her taking her daily potions or her mother would pop over unannounced with fifteen bags full of baby outfits. She wasn't sure which was more likely.
"I'm just … tired," she lied, and then scolded herself for it. She pushed her plate away, no longer hungry. "Actually, the truth is that Mum figured out what's wrong with me – what was making me sick."
"Oh." Arthur put his fork down and stared at her worriedly. "Something serious?"
"That depends on your definition." She took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm pregnant. You know … with a baby?"
"Yes, I got that part. But, what about…" he stopped himself and smiled. "Are you happy?" he asked finally.
"Are you?"
"Yes." There wasn't a hint of doubt in his voice, which surprised her.
"But we said we'd wait until-"
"It doesn't matter," he told her, reaching across the table to take her hand in his. "We'll make it work."