Chapter two - I hope you'll enjoy it :) please read and review! :)

When Arthur came home from ministry, the sun was already setting down and there were no children running around with Molly chasing them around which meant they went to bed on time tonight.

He smiled for himself as he stepped over a pile of toy shovels and an old pan which Ginny now used in her mud-pie kitchen set up next to the pond. It looked like they could finally have one quiet night, just the two of them, maybe sit in the living-room or maybe even cuddle in bed for a while before one of the kids wakes up and asks for water.

He hang his cloak next to the door and set his briefcase on the kitchen table (which had now new coat of blue paint probably spilled during "craft time" which Ron requested every morning after breakfast when grass wasn't dry enough to go outside. A little bit of water wouldn't stop him of course, but his mom liked to have some free time in the morning while she finished the chores around their tiny kitchen and it was nice when she didn't have to keep an eye on two little kids playing next to the pond.)

Arthur went upstairs in hope of quick cold shower (it was already incredibly hot outside – this late April afternoon) and then heading of to bed after long time at work.

He climbed the stairs silently, remembering to step over all the squeaking stairs – in hopeless try not to wake any of the kids. They however seemed to instinctively know every time he came home, because there was a pair of tiny children's voices crying "Daddy!" from upstairs.

He gave up all the attempts to hide his presence and run up the stairs, kissing Molly on the way, as she came out of their bedroom carrying crocheted blanket, just in time to greet her husband.

"Hi honey!" he yelled and loudly kissed her, almost knocking her off her feet as he caught second breath, after hearing his kids from their rooms.

It would never grow old to him – hearing his little ones call him daddy.

He stomped upstairs, first stopping at the door of Ginny's room. The shutters were closed but she had night-light on and her room was filled with shades of little hearts.

"Hey sweetheart why are you still awake? Now, go to sleep honey, it's late." He cooed at her, Ginny's eyes already closing.

"I was waiting for you daddy." She replied and turned to her side facing Arthur sitting on the edge of her bed, already asleep.

"I love you Ginny." Shushed Arthur although she didn't hear him anymore, and kissing her cheek he slipped out of the room, leaving the door opened just a lil bit – like his daughter requested every night.

Then he climbed to another floor – and Ron was already out of bed, sitting on the last stair, his head resting against his palm, wearing just the bottoms of his pajamas which were bright orange and already too short for him.

"Hey buddy, what are you doing out of bed?" Arthur asked picking up his youngest son. Boy wouldn't allow to be carried, because "he is 9 now" normally, but he was almost asleep, and so he just cuddled to the shoulder of his daddy and just murmured seriously

"I wanted to know if you will come to my room too and wish good night to me too"

"Of course I would, there's no way I would miss wishing sweet dreams to my favorite boy in the house!" replied Arthur pretending to be devastated by the idea itself.

Ron giggled and went back to sleep.

Mr. Weasley walked slowly down the stairs smiling and thinking about the house being too quiet when most of the kids were at school. He found his wife standing in the doorway of the newest room of the house – added just a couple of months ago.

Molly always dreamed about having a guest room, so they wouldn't have to accommodate their guests in room of one of the children.

Twins' room wasn't a safe choice – you never knew what you could find in there.

Percy rarely gave up his room – and when he did, it wasn't without pouting and arguing – because he needed his room to study.

Ron's room was out of question, they couldn't ask the precious guests to climb 6 flights of stairs.

Ginny's room was full of stuffed toys and all her treasures, which she found outside while playing with her brothers. Bill and Charlie didn't use their rooms so much as they weren't home most of the time, but Molly liked to keep their rooms ready – just in case one of them came home unnoticed. She loved every one of her kids dearly and always wanted them to feel like they could come home and have a place to stay.

And so, this Christmas Arthur surprised her by building a guest room over the kitchen. It wasn't big, and the roof was pretty low so you couldn't really stand close to the walls, but there was beautiful triangular window on the southern wall, filling the room with sunshine during all day. The roof was painted blue, and the shade changed with time – so at night it was ink blue while in the morning it changed to the pale hue of forget-me-nots.

Molly loved it, she was so excited, claiming it to be the nicest gift she ever received.

Arthur made little bookshelves on the sides – on the ground close to the room, and ever managed to fit his old desk next to the door.

Molly made curtains of beautiful white lace and they put her old bed under the window, and an old carpet, which was still fluffy and had rich purple color, and after washing it, Molly was pleased to restore it's original fluffiness.

Now we can have guests over, maybe in summer, I could invite one of our old school friends – Molly used to hum before going to bed every night since Christmas.

It was pretty cute little room and a pride of his wife, so it didn't surprise him at all when he found her standing at the doorstep, looking at the room being light up by the last blinks of sunshine. He hugged her from behind and rested his head on her shoulder.

"Enjoying the view of your guest room Mrs. Weasley?" he teased kissing her cheek again.

"I was thinking Arthur, maybe I'm not meant to have my own guest room."

"what do you mean honey? What's wrong? Did something happen?" he asked worried.

She just handed him a piece of paper, wrinkled because of the way she was holding it for a while. He read a couple of lines and suddenly understood, taking Molly by her shoulders and turning her around he was prepared to face sadness and maybe worried face, and was already checking the list of their friends who could take in this little child who needed home. He was sure Molly was freaking out because she didn't come up with anyone, but maybe one of his friends, maybe a colleague from work…

But as Molly turned around there was soft smile spread across her face and there was that motherly glow in her eyes. He could literally see all the plans in her head, the way she held the crocheted blanked in her hands, the way she looked up at him with that silent question in her eyes.

He just stared at her speechless.

What was he supposed to say? It seemed like she already made her mind.