A/N
House: Ravenclaw

Catagory: Themed

Prompt: Name looked down at the crying infant with disgust.

W/c: 566

Ron looked down at the crying infant with disgust.

Vomit coated his entire body. In his arms he held his beautiful baby niece but at that moment he felt nothing more than disgust as at the regurgitated milk she projectile-vomited over him.

Both his best friend and sister laughed on as Harry took the baby from him and, he leapt toward the kitchen sink trying to wash the already-forming stain from his maroon shirt before his wife saw and had a go at him for getting vomited on again. It seemed the Potter children had a rite of passage which, involved seeing how much they could cover their uncle in baby slime. Currently, Lily was winning, Albus a very close second.

As he wiped his shirt furiously, he looked on at the family that had come to be. Harry and Ginny standing together in the kitchen, beaming at each other and their daughter with love and amusement at the situation. James ran around the feet of his parents pretending to be an aeroplane as Albus sat, also by his parents feet, grinning a toothy grin at his older brother. His own wife and children were out, Hermione taking the kids to the various extra-curricular activities they had scheduled so he was doing his second favourite job,(after fathering of course) being the favourite uncle.

Ron was proud of what Harry had accomplished- what they'd all accomplished, it wasn't clear whether they'd all survive teenhood with the wizarding war; now the biggest danger they'd face is their wives if they didn't get home in time for dinner.

Still, Ron couldn't help but miss it, miss the adventure, miss being someone people wanted to know, especially after the war. He was glad of what he had, though; a family, his friends, who were still alive and well, they had more money than a Weasley had ever seen before, and a house that made the Burrow look like a glamourous cardboard box. His family was set, and while reflecting on this, he realised he loved living. While this may seem obvious to some at times during the war, he wondered if it would be easier if the other side won, easier to just die somewhere, painlessly. it was better than the alternative, captured, tortured and excruciating death. But he was here, he was alive and it was worth it. He hadn't lost many of those he loved, of course Fred, and Tonks and many others who might as well have been family but They had all faced hardship. Yes, he had lost family, whom could and would not be replaced nor forgotten, but he had also gained new family members over the years, including the little ginger menace currently in the arms of Harry.

He took her once again into his arms and looked down at her. Her bright blue eyes gazed up at him curiously as he blew a raspberry as her and she giggled and gurgled at him. His heart melted like butter when she did so.

Suddenly, Lily's face contorted and, before he had time to react, once more spewed the remnants of her lunch over him. The other two adults in the room again burst out into laughter, and after recovering from the shock he did too.

He shook his head as he gave Lily back to harry, shrugged, and said with adoration,

"Kids, eh?"