A/N: I regret to say that this is the FINAL chapter of Weasley Newlyweds. I recommend those of you that have read this fic to read Life as A Weasley if you are interested in Molly and Arthur's POV of the events in the books. I came into this fic with a long list of ideas/events that I wanted to incorporate, and I'm proud to say, that every idea that I had, made it.

Molly awoke to the sound of running water when she became aware that it wasn't part of her dream. She groggily rolled over to wake up her husband, whatever it was the children were up to, Arthur could handle it.

"Arthur, wake up."

"What?" he whined, seeking refuge under his pillow.

"Get up." She said, poking his side with her forefinger just above his hip, causing him to jump.

"Why, Molly? I didn't get in until three in the morning, can't I sleep?"

"Are you telling me you can't hear running water?"

"I can hear just fine. Leave me alone."

Sighing in frustration, Molly moved to sit up, not an easy feat when she was due to have the baby any day now. The carpet squished under her feet as she put her feet down. "Arthur Weasley, get up this instant!" she screeched, causing her husband to become slightly tangled in the sheets as he scrambled to sit up.

"What is it?"

"Go find where all this water is coming from."

Realizing his wife was serious, he climbed out of bed, pulled on his dressing robe and glasses, ignoring the soaked carpet under his feet. Molly followed him to the door which revealed a steady stream of water gently flowing down the stairs. Arthur held out his arm to keep her from finding the culprits and possibly committing murder as two small sailboats glided past his feet.

"Uh, Molly-dear, I'll handle this, you go relax in the garden, you know stress isn't good for the baby." He said gently, patting her belly and shooing her downstairs toward the garden.

"But—"

"I've got this, dear. Go relax and think of some names for our little one."

She sighed and nodded, reluctantly heading toward the garden. He was right, anyway, nine months of pregnancy and they still hadn't found the perfect name for their newest addition to the family. As she basked in the feeble February sunshine, she could hear Arthur using the Drought Charm to clear up the flood and she smiled to herself as she stroked her swollen belly.

"Easy there, little one, that hurts." She murmured when the baby gave a strong kick to her ribs and moved her hand to rub her abdomen where the baby had kicked. Molly sighed when she felt Arthur's hands begin to gently massage her shoulders.

"Did you think of any names, Molly-girl?" He asked, bending down to kiss the top of her head.

"I did. What do you think of Ronald?"

"It's a nice strong name, but it needs something."

"He needs a middle name, doesn't he?"

"In my opinion, Mol, yes."

"What was the name of your uncle that died twenty-four hours after seeing the Grim?"

"That was Uncle Bilius, love, why?"

"What do you think of the name Ronald Bilius Weasley for the baby? That way he'd be named after a family member."

"Perfect. That's a good name for a future keeper."

"What is it with you, our children and Quidditch?"

"Nothing, really, but one more baby and we'll have enough little Weasleys to field our own Quidditch team, Molly."

"You are hopeless, Arthur, dear." Molly replied, shaking her head.

"Not completely. I've got it all figured out. Bill and Percy are our Chasers, Charlie's our Seeker, the twins are our Beaters, and this newest little one is our Keeper. Then our last little one joins Bill and Percy as our third Chaser."

"I take it you've cleared up the flood?"

"Yes. The Burrow is completely dried out and the culprits are currently drying off in their bedroom."

"Culprits? Who was responsible?"

"Our two identical natural troublemakers, Fred and George, who else?"

"How did two one and a half year old toddlers cause a flood?"

"They stuffed a face flannel into the sink plug in the third floor bathroom and turned the taps on full."

"I always knew those two had an unhealthy fascination with the way things work."

"Come in and have some breakfast, that little one can come anytime now, and you'll need your strength to bring him into the world." Arthur said gently, helping his wife out of the garden chair and guiding her inside.

When Fred and George came down to breakfast, Molly had to bite her tongue to keep from yelling at them, surely whatever Arthur had done or said was enough, and she knew that yelling at two toddlers who were not even two yet was not a good idea.

After dinner, Molly and Arthur were relaxing on the sofa, leaning against each other while they watched their children play a game of Exploding Snap.

"Mum?" Charlie asked, looking up from his hand while Percy helped the twins.

"Yes, Charlie?"

"When is the baby coming?" He asked, and Molly smiled softly, thinking that she was very blessed to have children who were eager to help out with the littler ones.

"Hopefully soon, Charlie. He's taking up a lot of room in there." She replied, patting her stomach.

"How come, Mumma?" Percy asked, toddling over to her.

"Percy, he's growing, and he started out very small, but he's gotten bigger, and there just isn't room inside of me for him anymore."

"Oh." He said, placing a hand on his mother's abdomen and rubbing. "Come on out, little brother, we want to see you." He whispered his mouth close to Molly's swollen belly.

Arthur smiled as he watched his wife and son interact. "Boys, I believe it's time for bed," he stated, checking his watch. He got up and herded them on up to their rooms before turning to Molly to help her up.

"You need a back rub, honey?" He asked, as she placed her palms on the small of her back and leaned backwards.

"Would you, Arthur? I ache all over."

"Of course, I'll put the boys to bed, and I'll meet you in ours." He replied, kissing her cheek before following his sons up the stairs.

Molly sighed, and turned out the lights before heading up herself, wishing she had had the baby already, as her back and feet were killing her. She changed into her nightgown and was brushing her hair when Arthur entered the room.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, but my boss said I can take from March 1st to the middle of June off to help you with this baby." Arthur commented, kissing the top of his wife's head.

"March 1st? That's tomorrow, why didn't you say anything?" She asked, turning around to face him.

"Is it? I thought March was a few more weeks away."

"No, Arthur today is the last day of February, making tomorrow the first of March."

"Really? I guess my overtime has whacked up my sense of time."

"It has dear, though I don't blame you. When you're up for fourteen hours straight, it's hard to know what day of the week it is, let alone the date."

"Come on, let's get you to bed," he replied, guiding her to the edge of their bed.

"My back, baby." Molly said, as she sat down.

"Oh! Yes, of course. Where exactly do you hurt?" he asked, sitting behind her.

"It hurts everywhere, could you just give me a good rub down?"

"Yes." He said, beginning to rub her back gently as he kissed her shoulder. After a while, he noticed that his wife was beginning to sway, as if she was fighting to stay awake, so he guided her down to the mattress and pulled the blanket over her before climbing into bed himself, kissing her forehead before drifting off to sleep.

"Arthur, honey, wake up." Molly whispered, elbowing her husband.

"Whatever it is, Mol, I'm sure it can wait until morning. Go back to sleep, dear." Arthur mumbled, rolling over to face the window.

"Arthur Weasley, get up this instant! I think my water broke."

"Go back to sleep. I'll see you in the morning." He replied, the seriousness of the situation not fully registering to his sleeping brain. Molly closed her eyes and took a deep breath as a contraction hit.

"Arthur, please get up, the baby…" she moaned, intent on getting her husband's attention.

"What about the baby, hon?"

"He's coming, Arthur, that's what." She growled, just before another contraction wracked her body. Arthur's eyes snapped open as he felt the amniotic fluid from his wife's womb soak his side of the bed.

"Molly, why is the bed wet?" he asked cautiously, knowing that she probably had already answered that question indirectly while he was ignoring her.

"My water broke, Arthur," she whimpered, clutching her abdomen as she sat up in bed. "Can we please go to St. Mungo's?"

"Of course, come on." He said, springing into action and pulling on some clothes before helping his wife downstairs. "Who's going to stay here with the boys?"

"I forgot about them. Floo your Mum and I'll go get checked in, he's ready to join us." She said, thinking quickly as she doubled over in pain. Arthur guided her into the fireplace and watched as she disappeared in a burst of green flame before frantically grabbing a handful of Floo powder to contact his mother. When his Mum arrived, he quickly explained the situation and hurriedly Apparated to the Maternity Ward of St. Mungo's. After checking to make sure he had all of his body parts as he had Apparated rather sloppily, he inquired at the desk what room Molly was in. A medi-witch led him to her room and he was a little surprised to see his wife sitting up and pushing already.

"Molly, wha-"

"Love, I've been in labor for hours now, I think, I just wasn't feeling it because I was asleep." Molly answered, before doubling up again. Arthur quickly crossed the room and offered her a hand, while he rubbed her back in small circles as she pushed.

"That's it, Molly-girl, you're doing wonderful." He said, encouraging her as he saw the baby's head emerge. "Just beautiful, he's almost here." Molly gave one more good push before collapsing on the bed, exhausted, while Healer Sedgewick cleaned the newborn off and let Arthur cut the cord.

"Arthur, let me hold him." She said, once the baby had been wrapped up and handed to his father. Arthur gently put the baby in the cradle of his wife's arms, kissing the top of her head. "What's the verdict, dear?" She asked, tilting her head to kiss him.

"What verdict?"

"Was this little one born before midnight or after?"

"After, he was born at three thirty a.m. dear. We've got a little March baby on our hands."

"He's beautiful isn't he?"

"Yes, he is. I'm proud of you."

"Stop it, Arthur." Molly said, shifting her eyes downward and blushing slightly. "Are we calling him Ronald then?"

"Of course. Ronald Bilius Weasley, although I have a feeling his Mum will be calling him 'Ronnie' or 'Ronniekins' or something of the like." Arthur replied, smiling down at his wife.

"Am I really that bad when I shorten our children's names or call them something a little cuter?"

"No, love, you're not. I was just teasing."

"You never will change, will you?"

"Not if you don't want me to."

"I don't. I love my sweet and darling Arthur."

"Good. I'm going home to make the announcement."

A/N: Thought this was a good place to end. So, overall reviews of the ENTIRE fic would be nice, (hint, hint, nudge, nudge.) :)