Sorry, I'm late

"Arthur, love, can I talk to you?" Molly asked her newly wedded husband of four months.

"Of course, is everything alright?" Arthur replied as he looked up from the muggle plug he was working on.

"Can we talk when you're not so intrigued by that muggle thing?" Molly asked, nervousness evident in her voice, as she twirled the end of her shirt around her finger. Standing up from his work bench, Arthur made his way over to his wife and took her small hands into his,

"What's wrong, Molls?" He asked.

"I'm late." She replied, finally making eye contact with him.

"You're late for what?"

"My period." Molly said with a roll of her eyes.

"And?" Arthur replied, confusion written all over his face.

"I love you but you're absolutely clueless when it comes to women." Molly chuckled as she stood up on her tippy toes and planted a soft kiss on her husband's lips, confusion deepening on his face in response. "Arthur, I'm pregnant." She explained as she rolled her eyes again.

"Like a baby, pregnant?" Arthur asked as his face started to light up.

"What other kind of pregnant is there?" Molly laughed as Arthur got down to his knees and started talking to her belly,

"Hi baby, I'm your daddy. I can't wait to meet you!" He whispered as Molly let her fingers run through his copper hair, smiling the whole time. "We're going to be parents, Mollywobbles." He added once he stood up and kissed her passionately.

"I'm glad you're excited." Molly replied once she pulled away for air.

"Of course, I'm excited!" Arthur stated as he again leaned over for a kiss before they spent hours on end thinking of names for their unborn baby boy.