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Next Gen Competition. Prompt: Teddy becomes a father!

Try

Teddy wandered aimlessly around the new nursery, admiring his wife's decorating skills and running his hands of the cot rails. It was strange to think all of this was for his baby.

He'd spent years babysitting for Vicky's extended family. He'd looked after practically every Weasley child and one point or another and had become a favorite babysitter of every one of them.

It should've been easy to picture himself becoming a father, but for the last few months it had seemed as impossible as meeting the founders.

How could he, a twenty-year-old with electric blue hair and still in Ministry training, be a father? Vicky was great with kids, had a job, acted like an adult. She would be a great mum. Teddy hadn't had parents. Andromeda was his grandmother; the Potters were his aunt and uncle. They had all loved him and cared for him, but it had been very clear that neither were his parents.

"You're going to be fine, you know," Victoire said, creeping up behind him. "You're going to be a great daddy."

Teddy smiled and kissed her and made a vague scoffing noise when she repeated herself.

"I'll try to be good," he told her, and that was all he could do. Try.