25 Flavors of Arthur Weasley
BabyHe was a dad. Oh Merlin, he'd gotten Molly pregnant and they'd gone through the nine months of pregnancy and now William, his little Bill, he was here and--no no no. Arthur wanted to push him back into Molly because he wasn't ready. He'd never be as good of a parent as Molly would. Never ever, because she was wonderful and amazing and perfect. She was perfect to be a parent, she knew so much but no, he couldn't handle it. He'd probably drop the poor boy. And what if he couldn't get him to listen? If Arthur knew anything it was that he was horrible at being authoritative.
"Mr. Weasley, would you like to hold your son?" The voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Oh Lord, they wanted him to hold the baby. Molly, oh bless her she looked so exhausted but--she was so beautiful, And she was smiling up at him, like an encouragement for him to go ahead with it. He took in a deep breath before nodding. The healer helped him to cradle the tiny baby in his arms and something washed over him. It was so overwhelming, the love and joy and happiness that he felt standing there holding his son.
"Molly," he stammered out slowly, still looking down at Bill. "He's..." He couldn't even form a proper thought. This was their son. He and Molly and and...they made him. This little baby. Ohhhh, Arthur liked this feeling. A lot a lot a lot. He slowly leaned over to place the baby in her arms. "I love you," he murmured softly, kissing her. If it weren't for the baby and the healers and the fact that she probably wasn't in the right state, he would've shagged her on the spot.
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