Who: Molly and Arthur (and by virtue, their children. But since when have you not expected an appearance by at least one of them?!)
What: Fluffy goodness :]
Where: the hospital
When: Sunday afternoon

Arthur hadn't slept much that night. Between trying to make sure that Molly had everything she needed and taking care of the boys and making sure that they were keeping out of trouble (and then helping his parents floo them back to their house for the night so they could get some much needed rest) and then after all that was done, just standing outside of the nursery and watching Ronald. His youngest son. Arthur wasn't at all sure why he was nervous about him being born; Molly had handled things beautifully and they were just fine and now that all the stress was over, all he could think of was holding his son and being with Molly and letting the boys meet their baby brother.

When he finally did find a place to sleep, it was in a rather uncomfortable chair next to Molly's bed and when he awoke he had a terrible crick in his neck and he felt bloody horrible. But Molly was awake and seeing her made him perk up immediately. He smiled at her, still feeling a bit of amazement at the entire situation. "Morning, Mollywobbles," he murmured happily, reaching his hand out to give hers a gentle squeeze.