August 1977 - Date Night.
Molly stepped out of the room Bill and Charlie and Percy. . . and Nymphadora (who was currently sleeping on a make-shift cot Molly made for her to sleep in whilst she stayed over) all shared with one another at the Burrow and smiled as she turned.
Her wand was drawn from the pocket of her robes and flicked toward the light, and with an inaudible chant of ‘Nox’, the light flickered off upon command.
Though the light in the bedroom ceased, the one from the hall continued to shine through, allowing Molly to keep an eye on the children.
They were all fast asleep.
A pair of familiar arms came round her sides to rest at her middle, and Molly leaned back against Arthur who was now standing behind where she stood in the doorway of the children's bedroom.
“I don’t want to leave them,” she confessed.
“I know, my darling.” Arthur kissed her neck. Molly closed her eyes. “. . .but they are going to be alright. Andromeda and Ted will keep them safe.”
Molly sighed. “I know. I just-“ She paused and turned toward her husband, who had pulled her away from the doorway at this point and closed the door to the bedroom.
Molly leaned against the wall and looked to Arthur.
“There’s a war on. It’s not right to be leaving them all alone. What if- ?!”
Her words were cut off by his lips. He stole her words with several soft kisses. She closed her eyes and couldn’t help but smile and return the gesture, but she did finally pull away and hit him playfully in the arm.
“Arthur. I’m serious!”
“I am too. You can’t live in fear, Molly. Didn’t we decide that this was how we were going to raise our family – not to be afraid, nor to stop living our lives even with a war on.”
Molly was quiet a moment.
She knew he was right, but it didn’t mean she wished to admit it!
She was trying to make a point about how much she hated to leave her children!
. . . but she and Arthur had promised each other that every year on their anniversary they would go out and celebrate together – even during war time, and Molly wouldn’t break that promise to Arthur. . . no matter how much she didn’t want to leave the children.
“As much as it pains me to say in this very moment. . . you're right. You're right."
"Wipe that smug look off your face," Molly said as she lifted herself off the wall she'd been leaning on and made her way down the hall and stairs.
"What look?" Arthur followed behind.
"You know exactly what look, Weasley."
Andromeda and Ted greeted the pair of them at the bottom of the stairs.
Andromeda had a big grin spread across her lips.
“You two have fun." Her brows wiggled. "May tonight bring you another addition in nine months."
"What? Can't a sudo-Aunt hope for more nephews or perhaps a niece to love?"
Molly heard Arthur and Ted laugh. She shot daggers their way, and the pair raised their hands in surrender. Andromeda's smile only grew wider as Molly returned her attention to her cousin.
"Andy. You stop that right now."
Andromeda didn't answer. She merely leaned in and left a kiss against Molly's cheek.
“Take care of my children.” Molly changed the subject and gave Andromeda a stern stare as she pulled back.
Andromeda chuckled. “Oh Molly, you know we will.”
Molly nodded and looked to Ted. “Night, dear."
"Night, Molly. The children are in good hands."
Andromeda and Ted linked arms and made their way upstairs.
Molly smiled toward Arthur, drew her wand from the pocket of her robes once more, and headed to the fireplace to ready it for travel.
“Where do you think you’re going?” asked Arthur.
“We’re traveling by Floo, aren’t we?”
Arthur grinned. He didn’t even have to say a word before Molly knew that he had other plans of travel for them that evening – more particularly. . . they were taking one of the many cars Arthur had managed to smuggle home over the years (even before he worked for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department at the Ministry, Arthur was always bringing home Muggle nick-knacks. . . and automobiles!)
“No. No. No. No-no-no-no. Aboslutely not! I’ve told you: I will never!”
“Oh Come on, Mollywobbles.”
Molly glared when he used his nickname for her. “Don’t you Mollywobbles me, Arthur Weasley!” She pointed her wand in his direction as one would a finger. "I'm not riding in that car."
Arthur stepped forward. "I promise not to make it fly."
"Why not just take our brooms? If you're so keen on traveling by vehicle."
Molly could tell even Arthur who was usually quite understanding and patient was trying not to become frustrated. He'd made his way over to where she stood now.
"Would you please trust me? I have very special plans for this evening, and I'd appreciate it if my wife would allow me to drive her along the countryside."
Molly was quiet for several moments, but the anger and fear and rebellion against riding in something not controlled by magic had begun to dissipate. Her annoyance was replaced with a softness toward her husband whom she now realized had planned this entire evening for them.
"Okay. . . but I swear if one wheel is lifted off the ground to fly. . . or one sound from the engine roars as if the bloody thing is about to crash or explode, I'm Disapparating the hell out of there faster than you can say 'Chocolate Frogs', do you understand?"
Arthur grinned as if he came back to life the instant Molly gave him permission.
"Loud and clear, my love!" He leaned forward and left a kiss against her cheek.
He took Molly's hand, and on their way out with her wand still in her hand she flicked her wrist and turned off the remainder of the lights downstairs.
The pair of them made their way to the car and off they went to celebrate their anniversary of another year together . . . and about nine months later, Molly gave birth to the twins.