MY IDIOT HUSBAND ; weasleysenior:
Arthur drops the pastry quickly, a blush rising to his cheeks and an almost playful smile crossing his lips. Their children have to get their mischievous nature from somewhere, don’t they? Actually, the thought leaves him about as quickly as it’d settled into his head. He’d always been a bit of a SQUARE growing up. A quick kiss is placed to Molly’s cheek.
“Sorry, love. I’ll wait until dinner like everyone else.”
& she hates THAT ; hates how IRE burns in her veins && her lionheart melts at that smile of his , that TRANSPARENT GUILT that reddens his pale face like his hair --- she hates him, she hates him, she hates him so much she married the fool ; really, she doesn’t hate him at all. && it probably shows in her next actions --- her smile that is pressed against her lips and the QUICK SWAT to his arm with an arm the wasn’t oh-so-threateningly pointing a SPOON in his direction , continuing to stir the gravy. Her face, too, was a mild shade of PINK.
❛ Better --- the way you eat, you’ll get it all over yourself and I’ll have all our children rushing in her saying ;well ! DAD TOOK ONE! ‘ ... speaking of which... shouldn’t they be in here? Here I am, slaving away when they all, by all means, have working hands , too. ❜
