Who: Molly and Arthur
Where: Muggle Grocer's!
What: Oops...muggle cars are fun? Hahaha >_>;;

Fred Weasley stretched as far as he could in an attempt to grab the orange from the bottom of the pyramid the grocers had arranged. His fingers grazed the skin and--fwap.

Molly sent a look toward her youngest and the boy let out a low 'nooooo' sound as they pushed away from the lavish displays of fruit. Why on earth did these muggles need to arrange their food like that? Especially with no shielding spells on them, wouldn't they have to be picking up falling fruit all day?

"Mum--"

"No."

"Mum," Bill whined, his hand gripping the side of the cart tightly, Percy's hand in the other. George was in the front of Arthur's with Charlie on the side, and Molly definitely believed she won out in this arrangement. She agreed to go to a muggle grocery shop if Arthur would be in charge of Charlie the whole time. "Mum---can we get pickles?"

Her cart stopped abruptly and the boys all let out various 'umphs'.

"That is a brilliant idea. Arthur!" her husband was a bit ahead of her, "Where are the pickles?"

"I think they're over here, love," he said, looking between the other shoppers as if he were at an amusement park, taking in all the rides and attractions. He was so excited to be at a muggle shop, it didn't even matter if he had Charlie. Besides, Arthur had promised to buy Charlie a dragon pop (makes you breath fire!) if he was extra good at the store and so far--key words there--it was working. Molly didn't know about the deal, but well...what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, right?

He hummed to himself as he pushed the cart, George making silly faces at him the whole way. "Daddy! Daddy Daddy I want to get ice cream!" Charlie said excitedly, now jumping up and down.

"You'll ah--we'll have to see if there's room for it after we get everything else, alright?" He said, successfully putting off telling Charlie no. Molly was much better at that than he was, after all.

He let out a short gasp as they passed by an aisle. He stopped quickly before turning to look at Molly. "Look at the hair that muggle is sporting!" he said excitedly in a hushed whisper. The man down the aisle had the what had to be the world's largest afro.

"Arthur, it's not polite to stare," Molly scolded, except her eyes could not leave the man's head of hair. How on earth was it sustaining such a round shape? Surely that man was actually a wizard, there was no way muggles had the products available to keep up such a large hairstyle.

"Muuuuuum!" Bill whined again, and Molly was reminded of her trek for pickles. Bill had been having the strangest requests lately, but the moment he asked for a certain odd food (like--avocados, she didn't even know he'd known what those were), Molly was suddenly hit with a huge craving for the same food. So--maybe a little extra food shopping wasn't that big of a deal, since it was nice to satisfy those urges.

"All right, all right," Molly said, turning into the next aisle and spotting the various jars of pickles. Huh. Look at that, who knew you could have such a selection! Percy yanked himself out of Bill's grip and wandered over to the plastic toys they had hanging between the sections of the shelves, poking at a ball and paddle. Molly didn't concern herself with making sure he didn't knock anything down; Percy was her good boy.

Fred, on the other hand, thought it'd be a good idea to flail madly at the glass jars, and Molly had to manuever the cart so that it sat directly in the middle of the aisle. The boy looked terribly frustrated by this fact.

"I dunno which kind," Bill said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. Unfortunately, neither did Molly, and she looked up at her husband when he finally joined her side. "What do you think, Daddy?"

Arthur was completely oblivious to the idea that there were many types of pickles one could choose from, and was under the impression that a pickle was just a pickle. Did it really matter which sort they picked? "Hmmm, well. They all look--good. What if we go with these," he said carefully, picking up a jar of dill spears. There would probably be enough in there to last them a few days, right? He looked over to Molly for her approval.

Charlie was busying himself by handing a lemon to George (well, at least he wasn't throwing things out of the cart). This was a rather good combination, at least in George's opinion, as he was now contentedly gnawing at the lemon, slobber going everywhere. Thank god his teeth were still not quite in, otherwise there would be such a fuss from him when he got through the peel.

"Mummy mummy, I need to use the loooooooooooo!" Charlie cried out suddenly (and rather loudly), bobbing up in down in place, legs crossed. Arthur grimaced at the thought of him having an accident in the middle of the muggle store.

Molly looked down from Arthur to Bill, because he seemed to be the mastermind behind the pickle hunt. Bill stared thoughtfully at the jar though Molly was sure he had no idea what the differences were, but then nodded happily.

"LOOOO!" Charlie shrieked, earning a swift tug on the ear from Molly. He continued to lowly whine, realizing she wasn't going to let go of his ear until they got to the loo. Of course, it was near bloody the other side of the grocer, so the poor boy's ear was going to be a bright, bright red by the time they got there.

Bill held the jar of pickles expertly to his chest, signifying that he was indeed taking control of the obtaining-pickles mission. Molly didn't mind; it would be a hassle to try and fit anything else in their cart, even though...

"Goodness--I could do with some sardines." Molly's nose scrunched, unsure of why that odd tasting (and smelling) food would come to mind.

"You ate those when Percy was in your tummy," Bill noted thoughtfully, continuing his trek. Molly's grip on Charlie's ear tightened at the statement and he let out another shriek,

"MUM THAT HURTS!" Molly immediately let go, but mostly because George had swiped something off a shelf and was about to chuck it at Percy--

"Arthur, catch that!"

Arthur was trying very hard to not laugh...and to ignore the shocked whispers that were circulating around them--oh Lord, the muggles were making a fuss over the commotion of the Weasley family, but...well, it was normal! There was so much going on with the kids that it wasn't until he heard his name that he perked up and actually focused on something.

Catch wha--OH, that wasn't something that George should have. "No no noooo," he said, quickly prying the box from George's strong little fingers. "That's not for you," he said firmly before picking up the lemon that was resting in George's lap and once again placing it in his drool covered fingers. There, problem--oh, maybe not. He felt as if his brain was slowly walking out of murky, muddy water, suddenly seeing everything quite clearly.

"Say, Molly..." Arthur said, cart stopped as he looked at the box in his hands. He cleared his throat rather uncomfortably, thinking about the items in the carts. He looked over at her before holding up the box and shaking it a little. He was quite sure that none of the boys would know what it was, so the subtle hint to his wife would not tip any of them off in the least.

Molly was ready to feel sick. Bill's words had sunk deep, deep into the crevices of her brain and now they were rapidly spinning out of control. She ate sardines when she was pregnant with Percy? Right, of course, they'd even ordered from a muggle pizzeria, she remembered that clearly---bother, bother!

She couldn't be pregnant again! They'd been so very careful, what with Arthur not getting the promotion and preparing for Gideon's son---they couldn't handle another baby, could they? Molly had been so precise with the potions that her day felt incomplete when she didn't take it. So...when could this have---

That stupid car! She'd forgotten to take the potion because of all the ruckus the boys were making, and Arthur just had to show her how the backseat worked.

Merlin's beard, her baby (if she was pregnant, which she was now becoming sure of) was conceived in the back of a muggle car. That was just perfect.

Her eyes flicked up to Arthur with a stern expression before she pushed the car over to see what he was waving about. Molly snatched it from his hand and let her mouth drop nearly to the ground at the item her son had managed to pick up on their way to the loo (which Charlie was still whining about in the background).

A muggle pregnancy test. "Oh, bother." Maybe her boys were more in tune with the world than she liked to believe.

Really, they should be proud of how perceptive their children were, but...Arthur had a feeling this was a bad time to say that. It would probably never be a good time to say it, if he really thought about it. He was trying very hard to gauge her feelings as he watched her face. He tentatively brushedher hair back, out of her face. He was only slightly aware of the boys around them, more worried about her than anything.

Bloody hell, they couldn't afford another baby they--he let out a soft sigh before snapping out of it. "We'll go to Mungo's later tonight," he said in a low tone, kissing her forehead softly. Right now they needed to get out of the grocer's...and get Charlie to the bathroom. Perhaps not in that order, though.

They were the Weasleys, they were going to get through this.