Whenever the Weasleys had a family gathering, Molly was always found with a grandchild, whether it be with Ron and Hermione's newborn or with her oldest grandkid, Victoire. Her family had helped her in more ways than she could even begin to imagine after the battle at Hogwarts. They were the reason why she was able to move past the death of one of her sons, even though she was never truly herself again.
That night, Molly was captivated by Ron and Hermione's newborn, Rose. She hadn't seen her granddaughter since she was born and she was absolutely astonished at how perfect she was. Rose had her father's hair color and her mother's facial structure. She also had her father's appetite because Molly found herself grabbing one of the bottles Ron and Hermione had brought and warming it up. She then sat down on the couch and watched as Rose looked up at her with her mother's beautiful, brown eyes and suckling at her bottle. She smiled as the baby hungrily drank her bottle. She was so enchanted by Rose that she hadn't even notice Ron walk over to her until she felt a weight difference in the couch.
"It's not time for her to eat, Mum," Ron said as he wrapped his arm lovingly around his mother's shoulders and looked down at her.
"She's hungry, love," Molly replied as she looked up at her youngest son, softly laughing at the confusment on his face.
"But she doesn't usually eat for another hour and a half," Ron said as he looked at his watch, still confused as to how his daughter could be hungry. Molly laughed again at how confused her son was. She had seven of her own kids and she knew all the tricks that came along with having that many kids.
"Just because a baby isn't crying, doesn't mean it isn't hungry," Molly said. "They tell you before then, you just have to pick up on it. They only start crying when they're absolutely starving," she added as she looked down at the baby in her arms. Ron looked at his mother in amazement. He knew he was one of seven kids but it still amazed him that Molly knew so much about babies. When Molly looked back up at Ron, she laughed once again.
"You always look so surprised when I tell you things like that," Molly said, "as if I didn't have seven of my own kids." Ron laughed and pulled his mother closer into his body.
"Because you always do surprise me," he said. "I always forget how good you are with babies, is all." Molly rested her head on Ron's shoulder and smiled to herself as they both looked down at Rose, who was now finished with her bottle. Molly rearranged the baby so her head was resting on her grandmother's shoulder. Molly then softly patted Rose's back until she heard a burp.
"She really is a Weasley." Molly laughed as she moved Rose around so she was lying comfortably in her arms again.
"In more ways than you'd think," Ron added. He was ecstatic that his daughter was like him but he was even more ecstatic that she had gotten her mother's looks. Rose cuddled into Molly's arms and looked up at her father and grandmother with her big, chocolate brown eyes. Molly rubbed Rose's cheek with her calloused thumb as Ron kissed the side of his mother's head lovingly.
"I love you, Mum," he said.
"I love you too, sweetheart," Molly replied as she looked up at her son lovingly and kissed his cheek. Rose quickly fell asleep and the two of them sat there for the rest of the night, looking at the little life in Molly's arms.