“Hold still, Daddy!” Hermione cooed as she attached yet another adhesive bow to Ron’s forehead, careful to avoid the mess of paper and ribbon lying atop his hair, while their fifteen-month-old daughter giggled on her lap.
“Daddy!” Rose squealed in agreement, swatting at his wrapping paper covered leg with a tiny fist.
“What does Daddy look like, Rosie? Does he look like a present?” Hermione encouraged. Rose had started to say words like “Mummy” and “Daddy” just before her first birthday, and ever since they’d been trying to get her to say as many as possible. Ron was determined she would be the cleverest in her year when she got to Hogwarts, just like her mummy. While Hermione might have scolded him for saying so, she still insisted they read Rose no less than three bedtime stories every evening.
“Yeah, Rosie, what do I look like?” Ron asked, pulling a silly face for his daughter’s sake. His heart felt fuller, somehow, when she giggled even louder.
“Blue!” she exclaimed, batting at the ribbon Hermione had stuck on his right forearm.
“That’s right, Rosie, the ribbon is blue!” Hermione gushed, planting a kiss on the top of Rose’s head.
So beautiful
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