Molly sighed and drew the covers from her body. She slid into her slippers that lay on the ground and tied her nightrobe. She smiled, Arthur was still snoring loudly and mumbling about something not being his job. Molly laughed and walked into the bathroom. She got through washing her face and hands before she clenched her stomach tightly and dubbled over near the toilet. She was sick for seven minutes before Arthur had awoken came to hold her hair. He rubbed her side soothingly, and she thanked God for it. She reached for his hand and he pulled her up, handing her a towel and smiling at her, as she patted her mouth and then set the towel down on the bathroom counter. He squeezed her sides affectionately and she laid her head on his chest, her arms wrapped around his neck. "Arthur." she mumbled into his robe. He didn't reply. She was just saying his name, thanking him, more so. They stood like that for a moment before Molly drew her arms around his neck a little tighter and moaned. "Mol, maybe you have the Flu or something. Honey why don't I make you an appointment?" "No! You know I hate hospitals, and besides I'll be fine, I usually eat earlier, so my stomach was probably bothered." Arthur nodded and smiled at her, she smiled back as he led her back to their bed. "I'll bring you up food and handle the morning chores." molly nodded and pulled his head to hers. Putting their foreheads together she kissed his lips quickly and laid back down. "Thank you." she replied, closing her eyes. Arthur chuckled. "That's what I'm here for. Besides, you handle way to much, Mollywobbles." he walked to the door and again sayed quietly, "way to much." Later in the day, Arthur had done everything but dinner and he was just walking up the stairs to ask Molly what she wanted when he heard her crying in the bathroom. He opened the door and she looked startled before pushing a small white stick into his hands. He'd seen this stick nine times. Their childrens', and two misses and Arthur still didn;t know if her tears were of joy or sadness, he soon assured as she stood and grabbed his robes. She mumbled hesitantly into his chest, "Arthur how can we do this again? Arthur," she looked into his eyes. "How can we do this now?"