motherbearisms:
molly sat with her knees buried in the dirt, gardening and ripping weeds from the ground with the occasional help from a very curious percy. the boys were scattered around playing and distracting themselves, with the exception for ron, who had been fast asleep in his crib for the majority of her gardening. it was a nice break from the war that was looming over their heads and despite the less direct roles in the war, regardless they were still somewhat involved. “ home so soon? ” the mother asked smiling at the sight of him with the twins. “ that would be nice, i’m almost done. percy was a great help, ”
just the sight of his little (or rather large) family, made his heart burst with joy. latley, all he did was worry, worry that he was working too much and in times like this, during a real war, that he might miss his boys growing up. he put the twins down and for a moment, just enjoyed the image of them, being completely oblivious about what was happening anywhere else. “yeah, makes a nice change that i’m home though, at least i can stop you being mobbed at dinner time,” arthur teased, “he would’ve been more help than me, have you heard from - er, moody, or anyone?”
