29 November 1971—Blue
It was nine o'clock in the morning on the twenty-ninth of November, and Molly Weasley had been in labor for twelve hours in her bedroom at the Burrow. She was less than happy.
"That's it, Molly, you're just fine—ahhh—" Arthur made a strangled noise somewhere between a groan and a squeak as Molly crushed his hand, a contraction hitting her hard.
"All right, dear, you're doing very well," said Arthur's mother, coming to dab Molly's forehead with a cool cloth. "Arthur, darling, why don't you go see if the Healer's here yet?"
"No!" Molly cried, practically clawing at Arthur's arm. "Don't go!"
"It's all right, Molly," said Mrs. Weasley. "He'll be back in just a moment."
"Just a minute," Arthur echoed, bending down to kiss Molly's forehead. "You can time me," he added, winking.
Molly gave him a weak smile and pressed one hand over her gigantic belly, closing her eyes and trying to take deep breaths.
"Good girl," Mrs. Weasley murmured, wiping Molly's brow again. "You're doing wonderfully."
Molly dropped back onto her pillows, completely exhausted. The baby's cries sounded in the little bedroom, and she smiled, panting, and turned her head to look at Arthur. He was still clutching her hand and smiled proudly at her, planting a kiss on her cheek.
"It's a boy," said the Healer, who was wrapping the baby in a blanket. "A very healthy baby boy."
Arthur helped Molly sit up a bit and moved to sit beside her on the bed, gazing amazedly at the wrinkled, tearful face.
"A boy," Arthur said softly, reaching out one finger to touch the small fingers that just poked out of the blanket. "He's wonderful."
Molly, whose eyes had filled with tears, nodded. "He's absolutely perfect," she whispered. The baby gave a soft wail, and Molly cooed sympathetically, rocking him gently.
"Do you have a name picked out?" the Healer asked, quill in hand and carrying the birth certificate.
"Er—William," Arthur said, glancing at Molly. "I don't think we'd chosen a middle—"
"Arthur," Molly interrupted. "William Arthur Weasley."
The Healer smiled and turned away to write down the name.
Arthur stared at his wife, his eyes looking suddenly rather red. "Arthur?" he asked in a strangled voice.
Molly laughed. "Well, he is your son," she said, kissing Arthur's cheek. "Besides," she added, leaning her head against Arthur's so that they could look at their newborn son. "He's got your blue eyes."
Aww...now I'm so sad this is over. BUT! Have no fear, if you're sad too, I've got so many plans for these two. My Molly and Arthur obsession cannot be satiated! :) Thank you all so, so, so much for reading. You know how much your support means to me. I adore you madly!