Disclaimer: Basically the exact same thing I put for my other stories. I
own anyone you don't recognize, anyone you do is JK's, aday, aday, halb,
halb. (In case you didn't notice it, that's yada, yada, blah, blah
backwards)
Andrew Evans looked happily at his wife, then at the new baby girl in her arms.
"She's perfect," he whispered, trying not to wake the little one up.
Rose looked up at her husband from the hospital bed she was in.
"Now we have two perfect daughters," she said, smiling at the blonde one- year-old girl that was trying to get her father to pick her up.
"And they'll both grow up to be amazing, beautiful witches," Andrew boasted. "Just like their mother." He finally picked up his older daughter, who giggled happily.
"I thought of a name for her," Rose whispered, holding her baby close.
"What's that?"
"Lily Rose Evans," Rose replied.
"Now we have three flowers in the family," Andrew joked. "Maybe I should change my name to Grass or something so I can fit in with my Rose, my Petunia, and my brand-new Lily."
"Maybe, Grass," Rose said, laughing. "But then again, maybe not. It doesn't seem very you."
"True," he agreed. He bent down carefully, since he was still holding his other daughter. His red hair falling in his eyes, he kissed his new daughter's forehead. His blue eyes glowed happily.
"The world seems perfect," Rose murmured. She brushed a strand of blonde hair back from her face, her green eyes equally as happy.
They sat saying nothing, just being happy. Little did they know what was in store for their children, and then their grandson Harry. All they knew was that they were happy, and that the world couldn't get any better.
Andrew Evans looked happily at his wife, then at the new baby girl in her arms.
"She's perfect," he whispered, trying not to wake the little one up.
Rose looked up at her husband from the hospital bed she was in.
"Now we have two perfect daughters," she said, smiling at the blonde one- year-old girl that was trying to get her father to pick her up.
"And they'll both grow up to be amazing, beautiful witches," Andrew boasted. "Just like their mother." He finally picked up his older daughter, who giggled happily.
"I thought of a name for her," Rose whispered, holding her baby close.
"What's that?"
"Lily Rose Evans," Rose replied.
"Now we have three flowers in the family," Andrew joked. "Maybe I should change my name to Grass or something so I can fit in with my Rose, my Petunia, and my brand-new Lily."
"Maybe, Grass," Rose said, laughing. "But then again, maybe not. It doesn't seem very you."
"True," he agreed. He bent down carefully, since he was still holding his other daughter. His red hair falling in his eyes, he kissed his new daughter's forehead. His blue eyes glowed happily.
"The world seems perfect," Rose murmured. She brushed a strand of blonde hair back from her face, her green eyes equally as happy.
They sat saying nothing, just being happy. Little did they know what was in store for their children, and then their grandson Harry. All they knew was that they were happy, and that the world couldn't get any better.