November 16th, 2005
“Can you relax for one second, mate?”
“Relax?” he whisper-yells at his best friend, “RELAX?” now yelling at him, “My wife is in there delivering my first child and I can’t be with her and you are telling me to relax?”
Ron was pacing up and down the hospital aisle at St. Mungos.
Harry chuckled, “She’s gonna be fine- You’re going to be fine.” Ron looked up at him, not believing him whatsoever. He hated this. He couldn’t be with Hermione when she needed him the most because of medical issues on her part. And it scared him. He hasn’t been this worried for her in years. Not since Malfoy Manor.
Just before he could speak up again, a door behind them opened and a nurse entered the hallway. “Mr Weasley?” she asked.
“Yes!” he replied immediately, “That’s me. Is everything alright? Is she okay? Can I see her?” his breathing was fast and he doubted anyone could even understand every word he was saying.
“ They are fine.” The nurse assured him smiling “You can go in now.”
Without hesitation, he practically stormed into the room. And there he saw her, looking absolutely exhausted but happy. “Hey,” she said smiling at him.
He ran over to her, “I am so sorry I couldn’t be there for you, love.” He kissed the top of her head, running his hand through the mess of her hair at the back of her neck.
“I think you would want to meet someone,” she whispers moving her head towards her arms. And there she was, his firstborn, sleeping peacefully in her mother's arm. He sat next to Hermione on the bed, putting his arm around her taking in the sight of his daughter.
“She is beautiful,” he whispers.
“She has your eyes, you know. I know they are closed right now, but I saw them earlier. They are yours.” He took his eyes off his daughter focusing on his wife once again. “I am proud of you,” he said before placing a soft kiss on her lips, “and I love you.”
“I love you too, Ron”
They sit there in silence for a bit just enjoying each others company and their new little family member, embracing the happiness.
“Do we have a name yet?” the nurse asked them. They look at each other before smiling and replying.
“Rose.”
November 29th, 2005
“Relax mate” Ron chuckles at his best friend doing the same pacing he did not even two weeks ago. Harry just glared at him, “You don’t tell me to do anything."
Ron snorts, “You know it’s funny for someone who survived death two times you can stress over the most obscure things. Ginny has done this before, she is gonna be fine.”
Harry rolls his eyes at this comment, but can’t help but let out a small laugh.
“Mr Potter?” the same exact nurse, that was here on the 16th asked, stepping into the hall. “Congratulations, you have another son. Your wife is waiting for you,” she tells him smiling. Harry immediately storms off. The nurse glances over to Ron and chuckles at his now relaxed attitude.
“Ginny, dear, how are you?” Harry asks his wife, who’s holding his son in her arms. He smiles at the view. “I am fine,” she assures, “this one was a lot easier actually.” Harry laughs at her comment, before walking over to her, kissing her softly on the forehead and sitting down next to her.
“He looks just like you,” she tells him, “There is no way you can deny this child!” she jokes.
“I wouldn’t dare,” he says before kissing her on the lips.
His eyes wander to his second-born, slightly moving the blanket away so he could see his face better. “He does look a lot like me already, doesn’t he?” Ginny nodded, smiling at her son.
“Momma, Dadda,” a small, rather loud voice echos from the entrance of the room. Harry looks over to see James running towards him, “Am I brotha yet?” the two-year-old asks, excitement in his voice. “Yes, you are,” Harry replies laughing, “Come over here and meet your brother.” He suggests putting his arms out to offer James to sit in his lab.
“He is so smoll,” James states in awe never taking his eyes off of his brother, “How long till I can pway with him?”
“It’s gonna take a while,” Ginny tells him, “But when you can you two can be best friends,” she says smiling at him and ruffling through his hair.
“Hello, I don’t mean to interrupt, but do we have a name for the little boy yet?” the nurse interrupts their little family moment. Harry and Ginny nod,
“Albus.”
December 10th, 2005
Ron couldn’t believe that he was back in the same hallway again. For the third time in less than a month. The only difference this time was that no soon-to-be father was pacing through the hallway. He looked over to his oldest brother sitting in one of the chairs eating a croissant.
“Aren't you stressed, mate?” he asks him. Bill just laughs “Nah mate, after 2 kids you get used to it.”
A nurse stepped into the hall, no not just any nurse, but the exact same one. She chuckled at the view of Ron. “Well long time, no see.”
“Yeah, this family is a bit crazy you know.”
She smiles taking her eyes off of Ron and looking over to Bill. “Mr Weasley, congratulations-,” before she could even finish her sentence Bill interrupts her, “please don’t tell me it’s another girl,” he jokes, “I need some testosterone in my house.”
The nurse laughs, “Congratulations, Mr Weasley, your wife and son are both well.” Bill did a little victory dance before turning around to his daughters who were sitting on the floor playing with each other, “Come on girls, it’s time to meet your brother.” Their eyes lit up, “A brother?” Victoire asked. “Yes, a brother,” Bill replied proudly. The family made their way to the room where Fleur was in.
Victoire was the first one to run into the room, Dominique following closely behind her. They both slowed down as they saw her mother putting a finger on her lips indicating for them to be quiet. Bill picked both of his daughters up and placed them carefully on the bed before kissing Fleur softly. “How are you doing, my love?” he asks. “Alright,” she replies smiling.
“He looks so pretty,” Vic tells them, “and he is so tiny.”
“Yes,” Dom continues, “he looks like a doll.”
Bill and Fleur laugh at their kids, “Well you know once he is old enough he will kick your arses at every game, I’ll make sure of it.” Bill tells his daughters who look equally as offended as challenged, “No he won’t!” They both reply in unison.
“What is his name?” asked Dominique never taking her eyes off of the small boy.
“Louis."
December 25th, 2006
It was Christmas day and as every year that day was spent at the Burrow. A tradition that Molly Weasley insisted on. They all had lunch together and were now doing their own thing before it was time for the secret Santa exchange in the afternoon. Ron, Hermione, Harry, Ginny, Fleur and Bill were all scattered around in the sitting room just casually chatting while their youngest three kids were playing under the tree.
“It's still crazy to me that they are already a year old,” Hermione sighed.
“They grow up a lot faster than you want them to, trust me,” Bill replied.
They kept on talking about how crazy this past year has been and that they were all grateful for each others company and help. Rose, Albus and Louis hadn’t spent much time apart since they were all born. Every one of the parents would help out the other and babysit whenever they could. It wasn’t really planned that they would, it just naturally made sense.
Their conversation was interrupted by a shattering noise. They all looked over to the tree and saw the three toddlers standing around a broken ornament. None of them seemed to look guilty, and yet all of them had mischievousness behind their eyes.
“They are gonna be trouble, aren’t they?”