A/N: Ron likes tea. Um, yes. Who knows where this came from. I wish I knew why it came.
Genmaicha
A soft, sweet tea. Its low caffeine count makes it ideal for evening drinking or children.
Ron sagged in his armchair as carefully as possible, exhaustion warring with the urge to be careful.
"They told me you were sleeping through the night," he murmured to the cooing bundle in his arms. "Last time I do something like this for them, that's for sure.
He rocked the baby gently, watching as she blinked and cooed her way off to sleep. No denying it now - once your friends started having babies, you knew you were all grown up. Depressing, really. Next thing you know, he'd have to start stressing about work and losing his hair.
Still. Now it was all quiet-like, and wasn't throwing up or stinking the place out... well, now it was sleeping, it wasn't really that bad. Kind of cosy, like a tiny, breathing hot water bottle.
The kettle naturally chose this moment to finish boiling and began to shrill incessantly, jerking Ron out of his reverie and quite effectively startling Mercy out of her doze. Ron swore as he simultaneously attempted to sooth the screaming baby and get the kettle off the stove, wishing he'd figured out how to use the eclectic kettle Hermione had given him last Christmas.