The Rowles refused to spend a knut on the wedding. And Arthur insisted they need to put money back for baby things. It would be at the Burrow, catered by Molly. Which meant, no five course meal with roasted venison and asparagus spears in an apricot glaze. It would be shepherd's pie and the like. Instead of a vanilla sponge cake with cherry chocolate ganache, they would be having plain yellow cake. Which, she admitted was better than spotted dick. Fleur stepped in and saved her from having to wear Molly's old gown. Her sister-in-law offered to remake hers, much to Ginny's relief. Her bouquet would be preserved wildflowers. Her father met every complaint with the statement that regardless of the plainness of the event the result would be the same, they would be wed. Ron reminded her that being married was what she needed to gain access to the family vaults. She hated waiting tables at the little cafe in Ottery St. Catchpole. Absently, she rubbed her stomach. She hated being pregnant, her skin itched, she constantly found new things she couldn't eat, and she was the size of a whale. The beginning of November could not come soon enough.