@alastoring
the baby is sleeping peacefully in his arms, small snores emitting from his nose as arthur gently rocks him back and forth. he hasn’t been able to take his eyes off him --- but he wants his best friend to be the first one to see the latest weasley miracle. so he opens the door carefully, glancing over his shoulder at his wife who is sound asleep, and wiggles out, strong arms protecting ronald from the outside world. he’s not ready to put him down yet --- as long as he holds him, he’ll be safe, shielded from the horrors of war. blue eyes spot their friends, and he breaks into a smile - just seeing the amount of support they have is enough to make his heart warm. especially during times like this, when he knows how busy people are. spotting alastor, he gives him a slight nod in an unspoken request for the other man to come with him. they walk into an empty exam room, and arthur sinks into one of the chairs, finally allowing himself to feel just how EXHAUSTED he is ---- how long has it been since he slept? he can’t remember. “thought molly could get some rest,” he says, shrugging as he meets his friend’s gaze, his eyes soft. “how did it go with the kids? everyone behave?” he pauses, shooting alastor a grateful look. they both know how much it means to arthur that alastor looks after the kids when arthur and molly can’t --- there’s no one arthur trusts more with them.
