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Written as part of an assignment and for the January Event over on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments)

Task: Write about someone who doesn't want a baby, but ends up in this situation.

Pairing: Molly/Arthur

Pregnant?

Molly paced frantically up and down in their marital home.

She was late, and now she faced the struggle of telling her sweet husband that she could be pregnant.

The young witch hoped that she when she took a test it would come up negative and then they wouldn't have to face the dilemma of whether or not to keep the child. She sent a prayer up to whatever deity watched down over them with this wish.

It wasn't that she didn't want children, it was more that now was not the right time for them to be even thinking of having children. The shadow war being fought in the wizarding world was heating up, and their entire community was on edge.

Her former headmaster had just invited them to join the organisation he had formed called The Order of the Phoenix.

That on its own convinced her it would only be a matter of time before a full scale war broke out. It was absolutely not the right environment to bring a child into, especially with the added risk of one or both them potentially dying.

With all the uncertainty that was facing them in the future, how could they take that chance?

Molly kept glancing from the unopened box on the kitchen table to the front door, in a state of both wanting and not wanting her husband to arrive home.

The newlywed was too afraid to find out for certain on her own. She needed her Arthur by her side. She needed to discuss the situation and the options available to them, preferably before they knew the outcome of the test.

Arthur whistled to himself as he walked at a brisk pace down the winding path that led towards his marital home. Today had been a good day for him. He had been given more responibility at work, and for the first time since he started working at the Ministry of Magic, he had managed to successfully avoid being pooped on by the owls.

Arthur could sense the stress and worry that was coming from his wife in tidal waves as soon as he crossed the threshold of their house.

His wife had two main tells: pacing and biting her bottom lip. Seeing her in such a state had the young ministry worker concerned straight away. In all the time they had been together, he could safely say that the only times she ever got herself into such a frantic state was when family was involved.

"Molly love, what's wrong?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her. "Is it your mum? Dad? Fabian? Gidoen?"

Arthur continued to reel off other family members, to each of which his wife shook her head. When the endless list was exhausted the wizard was still none the wiser to what was troubling his wife so much, and she didn't seem to be in any hurry to tell him.

"Molls talk to me," he pleaded taking both of his wife's hands in his own.

The witch's eyes darted around the room, and Arthur held his breath as he braced himself for the shocking and awful news that he was sure she was about to deliver.

"I-I think I'm pregnant Arthur," Molly whispered quietly.

"Is that all Molls?" Arthur said, breathing a sigh of relief. "You had me thinking that something awful had happened?

"Arthur, this is awful. We've been married less than a year, we have very little disposable income, and we're on the brink of a full scale war. Tell me how is this not awful?" his wife demanded with her hands placed firmly on her hips.

"A child is a blessing Molly," Arthur reasoned. "And you've said many a times you've always wanted us to have children. So what's changed?"

"I have, I just don't want them yet, for all the reasons I just mentioned. Does that make any sense?" Molly asked, hoping that her husband would understand.

"It does sweetheart, however there are no guarantees in life. But before we get ahead of ourselves, why don't you take the test?" he suggested, picking up the unopened box off the table.

"Okay," she relented taking the test from her husband's hand and trudging upstairs closely followed by Arthur.

They stared at the test that rested on the counted next to the sink. One half of the couple hoping that the test would be negative and the other who would be happy regardless of the outcome.

"What does it say Molls?" Arthur asked when his muggle watch alerted him to the fact that the two minutes were up.

An anxious Molly looked down at the test and whispered, "Pregnant."

The expectant witch placed her hand on her stomach and turned to look up at her husband.

The young couple held each other's gaze, both of them well aware that they now faced a long and tough conversation about where they went from here.

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