Chapter 1: Molly Weasley
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Location: The Potter House, Yorkshire
Year: 2004
Date: 2nd of March
Ever since the end of the 2nd Wizarding War almost 6 years ago, Molly Potter (née Prewett and formerly Weasley, with her being widowed after her previous husband was killed by some Death Eaters during the Battle of Hogwarts) was settling back into her life that she had after the end of the 1st Wizarding War, with her having married to Harry Potter 4 years ago in secret with only her daughter and 2 of her daughter's friends having attended the wedding and known of it beside her and her husband, 6 months ago she received news that she was pregnant with 4 children, with both her and her husband having been delighted at the news with him having been speechless for 5 minutes before erupting into a fit of joyous laughter at becoming a father. Currently she was in the kitchen wearing a green sleeveless turtleneck maternity dress with her preparing an apple pie for everyone in the house to have, with her baking the pie with all of her heart like she did when she cooked and baked.
*Kick*
"Oof! Alright simmer down in there you little rascals, Mummy's trying to make a pie," She said without any hint of annoyance in her voice and instead maternal love and a bit of amusement, "I swear, I feel like I'm hosting a Quidditch Match in here."
Pausing a bit to wash her hands before resuming on with the pie, with her large 6 month pregnant belly that looked like she was pregnant with 6 children instead of 4 taking much of the space to her annoyance, with her having finished the pie by adding the last apple slices and putting it in the oven, Molly began work on her treacle tart, which used her famous recipe that only she knew about and which she made sure not to tell anyone so as to not spoil the surprise.
*Kick*
"Yes, Yes. I get it, but you need to be patient so as to make sure Mummy does things perfectly." Molly said in amusement while patting her pregnant belly with her right hand and massaging her pregnant belly with her left hand
"Well now, where were we?" Molly murmured to herself, her voice laced with the familiar maternal warmth who raised 7 children. She sprinkled a generous amount of golden syrup into her treacle tart mixture, the sweet smell mingling with the scent of the baking apple pie from the oven. The air of the house hummed with a cozy, domestic energy. After making sure the apple pie was well baked and putting the treacle tart into the oven to bake, Molly sat down on her favourite chair in the living room, with her large breasts and large ass jiggling a bit when fully seated, while her breasts and ass were large her pregnant belly was larger than both of those.
The opening of the front door indicated that her husband returned home from work. His messy black hair was even more disheveled than ever with a bit of snow in it, his robes were covered in snow on the shoulders, his pants had snow mismatched across it and his boots that he was taking off had snow on them, he also looked every bit the happy, relaxed husband.
"Smells amazing in here, Mollybug," He said with a genuine smile lighting up his face. He sat down in his chair which was right next to Molly's with him placing a hand on Molly's large pregnant belly, "How are the little ones doing in there?"
*Kick*
"They're certainly letting me know that they're here. They are a bit restless today, but otherwise everything's fine," Molly giggled, with her placing a hand over Harry's own hand, "And you, how was work today?"
"It was alright, also pretty uneventful as there was only minor squabbles between some Aurors and paperwork over an incident in Pembrokeshire from some purebloods who agree with the Death Eaters." Harry responded while kissing Molly's forehead, to her embarrassment
*Kick*
"Ouch! Steady on, little ones," Molly responded with a bit of amusement, she raised up from her chair to make sure that the dinner she spent 6 hours on was perfect for both her and her husband, with her daughter and the other wives of her husband currently away on business trips
After eating dinner and taking a shower, Molly was currently in bed wearing a dark crimson red sleeveless maternity nightgown that accentuated her pregnant belly, breasts and ass. Her husband was currently resting his head on her belly, she thought back to when she first went out on a date with Harry Potter, the main who would become her second husband, in November of 1998 at a cozy cafe in Leicestershire that was set up by her daughter, Ginevra or Ginny as she preferred being called, in order to make sure she found some happiness again in her life.
"Thinking about something, Mollybug." her husband asked from his spot, with his beautiful emerald green eyes looking at her without his glasses which was located on his nightstand, her hand was going through his messy black hair, removing any bit of snow still in his hair.
"Yes. Just thinking back to our first date in November of 1998," she responded, moving a bit to make sure she was comfortable by moving the pillows a bit, "And now here we are married with me carrying 4 future Potters, I think that I truly am lucky to have you as my second husband you as you know how to understand, love and support me."
"I feel the same way about you Molly," her husband responded back with one of the most handsome smiles he had in her opinion, "I also love and support you, forever to the end of time. Good Night Molly."
"Good Night Harry." she responded before sleep overtook her and promised her some sweet dreams.
Chapter 2: Ginny Weasley
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Location: A Random Hotel in Holyhead, Isle of Anglesey
Year: 2004
Date: 30th of June
If there was one thing in the world that Ginevra Molly 'Ginny' Potter loved more than anything, it was being with her husband Harry James Potter. Both she and her mother were both married to him, with Molly having married Harry after the Battle of Hogwarts, and Ginny was pregnant with a child, a boy to be specific, having her bright orange hair in a high ponytail with her bangs free, her wearing a dark green maternity dress with the logo of the Holyhead Harpies embroidered in golden yellow where her large pregnant belly was, her milk chocolate brown eyes were scanning a book of male baby names.
"Found any good names for the baby yet, my sweet Gin?" Harry asked taking his eyes from his book on history, to look her in the eyes with him also having a handsome smile that wanted her to just kiss him on the lips, but that could wait
"Well, I found the names, Ezekiel, James, Octavius, Felix, Sirius, Peter, Steve, Richard, Abraham, Jason, Mark, Alexander, Timothy and Samuel which can be good names for the baby when he's born," Ginny responded with a smile etched on her lips, though of course there was one tiny problem, "But I have a hard time choosing which of these name I can call the baby?"
"Well you could have one of them be a middle name so as to keep two of the names instead of one."
"Damn, you're right Harry, why didn't I think of that," Ginny responded to her husband's comment, thinking about a middle name for her baby before it suddenly came to her, "Would Sirius work fine as a middle name, Harryo?"
"It's perfect, Gin."
"Thanks, though now that leaves the issue of the first name, which brings us back to step 1," Ginny smiled affectionately, with her freckled cheeks having the faint traces of a blush, "Why can't choosing names be so easy?"
"Gin, don't worry, you're a smart woman and you'll be able to find the perfect name for our child."
"Hmmm.......Does James Sirius Potter work for you?" Ginny asked her husband, hoping to get either yes or no as an answer
"I like it, not that I have anything against the name choice but why personally James Sirius Potter?" her husband replied, happiness and confusion both etched on his face, his handsome face that she loves oh so much.
"Because I want to honour your parents and Sirius, who was your godfather, as they were important in your life," she responded, her freckled face being red from how much she was blushing, "And also because I want you to be happy, because if you're happy then I'm happy."
"I appreciate your response, Gin, you do care for me and you also look cute when you blush. Oh and next time we have a child, can I name them?" Harry responded, the faint traces of a blush were visible on his cheeks, with him also having a hand behind his head
"Sure thing Harryo. If we have a child the next time, you can name them."
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