"Molly, love, will you please go to the healer and get checked out?" Arthur Weasley asked his wife for the tenth time. She had once again spent the morning puking, something she'd been doing for about a week now.

"No, Arthur. I'm fine. It's just the flu." She insisted.

"Molly-girl, I would feel better if you got checked out anyway. Please? I'm worried about you."

Molly looked into her husband's bright blue eyes that were filled with concern. She knew he was just trying to look out for her, and she had been puking every morning of every day for a week. Still, she just wasn't ready to tell him.

"Molly, if I went with you, would you get checked out."
She was two weeks late and knew she was experiencing morning sickness. She just didn't know how to tell him that he was going to be father.

"Arthur, I promise, I'm fine."

It wasn't that they weren't financially ready to start a family, Arthur had a respectable job at the Ministry and she was the head prescription potion master at St. Mungo's. In fact, for the last six months they had been saving all of Molly's paychecks, in hopes of having a child soon. They both wanted a big family and knew that they would have to start saving now, so they could afford to send their children to Hogwarts. "Molly, puking your guts up every morning for a week is not what I call fine."

"Arthur, I'm fine. It's just I- we're going to have a baby." There. She'd said it. Arthur's eyes widened and he picked her up, swinging her around.

"Arthur, put me down!" He obliged, and began kissing her face and lips excitedly.

"Molly, love, I'm going to be a daddy!" He said between kisses.
She smiled at him, delighted with his reaction. After a few moments, he placed a hand on her abdomen, grinning stupidly at her. "Arthur, I'll have to quit my job."

"What? Molly, I thought we agreed, you would keep working until our first child is born."

"Arthur, my job is hazardous to the baby. I sent an owl this morning with my resignation. As of today, I am a housewife."

"Molly-girl, what do you want? A boy or a girl?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"Just curious. What do you want?"

"Well, I want a girl, though I know it won't be. Thanks to your family tree."

"Maybe we'll just keep trying until we've got one then." He waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.

"Arthur, that doesn't work when I'm already pregnant."

"We can always practice, can't we?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "Will you come with me to Healer Sedgewick on Monday?"

"Of course I will. I'll go to every healer appointment with you."

"You're sweet."

"I know."

"I love you."

"I know." She waited a few moments, then reached up and tugged on his ear affectionately. "Well?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I love you too, Molly-girl. Can't imagine how I could have forgotten that."

"I'm going to be fat."

"No, you could never be fat. Plump, yes, but never fat." He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he leaned down to brush his lips softly against hers.

"Would you like me to take time off for paternity leave, dear?" Arthur asked as he pulled away.

"Arthur, you can I guess. If you want to, that is, I'm not going to make you."

"I want to. Do you know when you're due?"

"No. Healer Sedgewick will be able to tell us on Monday."

"Molly, what do you think of the name Bill?"

"For the baby?"

"Yes."

"Is that shortened for William?"

"No. I don't want to be like those parents that name their child a long name, but only use a shortened version. So, we'll skip the long name, and just name him Bill"

"I like that name, Arthur."

"I was hoping you would." He placed his hand back on her abdomen and just grinned at her. She placed one of her hands over the hand that was on her abdomen and gave him an adoring smile.