Baby Bill - 1/1 - All Ages - Bill Weasley
Title: Baby Bill (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: In times of growing trouble, a family should be something permenant and reassuring. Arthur and Molly welcome baby Bill into the world.
Word Count: 777.
A/N: Written in response to 7spells prompt in the room where women come and go.
Seventeen hours. Seventeen long, sweaty hours broken up by cold hands and pacing. Seventeen hours that dragged on with no end in sight.
The first few hours had been novel. It had been exciting to arrive in such a rush, all red-faced and panicked, clutching the bag that had been waiting by the fireplace for weeks.
Molly scowled, looking up from the book of baby names. “For goodness’ sake, Arthur! Stop pacing or I’ll hex you!”
Her husband looked up at her with bewildered eyes. He ran a hand through his thinning hair. “I’m sorry, Molly. It’s just that I’m nervous.”
She shut the book with a snap. “You’re nervous? You’re not the one giving birth. You’re not the one who has to push something the size of a melon out of something the size of…”
Arthur sat on the bed, reaching for her hand. “It’s alright. Everything’s going to be fine.” He squeezed her hand, thumb rubbing affectionately over her wedding ring. “We’re going to have a beautiful baby and everything’ll be… perfect.”
His hand moved a little cautiously to her belly and he watched as she looked stubbornly away. For the last hour, she had been berating him for getting her pregnant; he’d had difficulty stopping himself from reminding her that she had been the one who had suggested that they start a family. “Mollywobbles?” he asked softly.
Lips twitching into a small smile, Molly turned her head to look at him. Her hand brushed his cheek and she sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m just scared. I’m worried that I’m not going to be a good mother.”
Leaning forward, Arthur kissed her softly. “You’ll be a great mother. Little Bilius will love you.”
“We’re not naming the baby after your uncle, Arthur. How many times do I have to tell you that?”
Thirty-two hours. Thirty-two hot, sweaty, pain-filled hours and an ordeal that felt as though it was never going to end.
Arthur’s hand was throbbing from Molly’s tight grip. He had half a mind to ask the Healer to take a look at it and see if it was broken, but he knew that Molly would just see red if he did that.
“Not long now, Molly.” He stroked her hair from her face; it was damp with perspiration and all he wanted to do was make it better for her, to take the pain away.
“You said that ten hours ago.”
He knew bringing a child into the world probably wasn’t the wisest thing to be doing, considering the current political climate. You-Know-Who was gaining more power, although the extent of it was only really known within the Ministry. Things were starting to escalate, but Arthur had a horrible feeling that things were going to get much worse before they got better.
Strangely, that made him even more determined to start a family. Molly’s suggestion had initially been received with doubt and even a little fear. She’d essentially broken him down though and, after she had fallen pregnant, he had grown to love the idea of having something permanent and reliable in his life. A family. Still, even though she was in labour he couldn’t help but wonder whether this was too soon.
“Arthur! Stop staring into space!”
His cheeks flushed. “Sorry, dear.” Arthur felt as hot and sweaty as Molly looked. “I think I might go and get a breath of fresh air.”
He made to stand up, but Molly’s hand grasped his forearm, yanking him back down. Her eyes met his in a glaree of anger. “If you dare leave this room, Arthur Weasley, I’ll personally make sure that you are unable to have any more children. Do you understand?”
Swallowing, Arthur nodded. “Yes, Mollywobbles.”
Her expression softened. “That’s not fair,” she mumbled in annoyance, her grip tightening as another contraction hit. “Can’t call me that when I’m angry with you.”
“I’ll bear that in mind next time that you’re angry with me.” Inwardly, though, he smiled, knowing that however much she ranted about him causing her all this pain, she loved him.
Thirty-four hours. Thirty-four hours that seemed to have passed in a daze (at least, that’s what Molly said later, after the Pain Relief Potion wore off).
“He’s beautiful.” She stroked her son’s head, fingers running cautiously over his light dusting of red hair.
“Bilius.” Molly glared and Arthur held up his hands in defeat. “William,” he said, resignedly. He liked the name that Molly had chosen, but it wasn’t his first choice.
“Yes, William,” Molly agreed with a smile.
Arthur beamed at her. “Bill.” When she scowled, he kissed her on the temple. “You can’t win them all, dear.”
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: In times of growing trouble, a family should be something permenant and reassuring. Arthur and Molly welcome baby Bill into the world.
Word Count: 777.
A/N: Written in response to 7spells prompt in the room where women come and go.
Seventeen hours. Seventeen long, sweaty hours broken up by cold hands and pacing. Seventeen hours that dragged on with no end in sight.
The first few hours had been novel. It had been exciting to arrive in such a rush, all red-faced and panicked, clutching the bag that had been waiting by the fireplace for weeks.
Molly scowled, looking up from the book of baby names. “For goodness’ sake, Arthur! Stop pacing or I’ll hex you!”
Her husband looked up at her with bewildered eyes. He ran a hand through his thinning hair. “I’m sorry, Molly. It’s just that I’m nervous.”
She shut the book with a snap. “You’re nervous? You’re not the one giving birth. You’re not the one who has to push something the size of a melon out of something the size of…”
Arthur sat on the bed, reaching for her hand. “It’s alright. Everything’s going to be fine.” He squeezed her hand, thumb rubbing affectionately over her wedding ring. “We’re going to have a beautiful baby and everything’ll be… perfect.”
His hand moved a little cautiously to her belly and he watched as she looked stubbornly away. For the last hour, she had been berating him for getting her pregnant; he’d had difficulty stopping himself from reminding her that she had been the one who had suggested that they start a family. “Mollywobbles?” he asked softly.
Lips twitching into a small smile, Molly turned her head to look at him. Her hand brushed his cheek and she sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m just scared. I’m worried that I’m not going to be a good mother.”
Leaning forward, Arthur kissed her softly. “You’ll be a great mother. Little Bilius will love you.”
“We’re not naming the baby after your uncle, Arthur. How many times do I have to tell you that?”
Thirty-two hours. Thirty-two hot, sweaty, pain-filled hours and an ordeal that felt as though it was never going to end.
Arthur’s hand was throbbing from Molly’s tight grip. He had half a mind to ask the Healer to take a look at it and see if it was broken, but he knew that Molly would just see red if he did that.
“Not long now, Molly.” He stroked her hair from her face; it was damp with perspiration and all he wanted to do was make it better for her, to take the pain away.
“You said that ten hours ago.”
He knew bringing a child into the world probably wasn’t the wisest thing to be doing, considering the current political climate. You-Know-Who was gaining more power, although the extent of it was only really known within the Ministry. Things were starting to escalate, but Arthur had a horrible feeling that things were going to get much worse before they got better.
Strangely, that made him even more determined to start a family. Molly’s suggestion had initially been received with doubt and even a little fear. She’d essentially broken him down though and, after she had fallen pregnant, he had grown to love the idea of having something permanent and reliable in his life. A family. Still, even though she was in labour he couldn’t help but wonder whether this was too soon.
“Arthur! Stop staring into space!”
His cheeks flushed. “Sorry, dear.” Arthur felt as hot and sweaty as Molly looked. “I think I might go and get a breath of fresh air.”
He made to stand up, but Molly’s hand grasped his forearm, yanking him back down. Her eyes met his in a glaree of anger. “If you dare leave this room, Arthur Weasley, I’ll personally make sure that you are unable to have any more children. Do you understand?”
Swallowing, Arthur nodded. “Yes, Mollywobbles.”
Her expression softened. “That’s not fair,” she mumbled in annoyance, her grip tightening as another contraction hit. “Can’t call me that when I’m angry with you.”
“I’ll bear that in mind next time that you’re angry with me.” Inwardly, though, he smiled, knowing that however much she ranted about him causing her all this pain, she loved him.
Thirty-four hours. Thirty-four hours that seemed to have passed in a daze (at least, that’s what Molly said later, after the Pain Relief Potion wore off).
“He’s beautiful.” She stroked her son’s head, fingers running cautiously over his light dusting of red hair.
“Bilius.” Molly glared and Arthur held up his hands in defeat. “William,” he said, resignedly. He liked the name that Molly had chosen, but it wasn’t his first choice.
“Yes, William,” Molly agreed with a smile.
Arthur beamed at her. “Bill.” When she scowled, he kissed her on the temple. “You can’t win them all, dear.”