I don't know what to write lol
It was two years after the 12 were born and the young parents who (before now) had 22 kids had just increased the number by 5. The parents were situated in a way similar to the last quints(who were now five) birth. In between the two parents was a bassinet which had a girl named Juno Elizabeth in it. In Harry's right arm was a boy named Wesley Conner and in his left was a girl named Mia Jane. In Hermione's left hand she had a boy named Hadrian Jaden and a girl named Raven Lizzie was occupying her right arm.
The 27 year olds (who coincidentally enough had 27 kids) were singing a soft lullaby to the babies which they were making up as they went. It was mostly a repeating, though slightly changing, phrase about how much they loved them. But, still the babies seemed to enjoy it. Or at least not hate it as they were all laying quietly. Some were sleeping while others were drifting off.
The two adults in the room stayed sitting holding their new babies and thinking. How much their life had changed in just a decade. They had been married moved to a different continent and now had TWENTY-SEVEN kids. And only in five births to. Very few, if any, other people in the world could say the same.
And all though there were rough patches and something was always happening they were glad for their experiences. Even the bad ones. Because they knew that without them they would have never gotten to have the amazing life they have now. And their kids would have never existed. A thought neither of them wanted to think about.
So, as they lay together that night, they cuddled and both thought about how lucky they were.