Chapter Two

May 16th, 1980

"Hello, my little Ronnie," Molly said softly, smiling, when she saw Ron awake in the crib. He was cooing softly to himself. He had been trying to roll himself onto his stomach, but he hadn't quite managed that yet. He smiled back at her, and reached for her with his cubby little arms. Molly picked him up and tickled him, and he giggled happily.

"How's my baby boy today? How's my happy baby boy?" Molly cooed, and Ron smiled, showing his toothless grin. Molly couldn't help smiling when he did. He was such a sweet baby, with the softest shock of red hair and freckles dotting his nose and cheeks. He definitely had his little fingers wrapped firmly around her heart.

"Ronnie's mummy's little angel," Molly cooed, in the same voice that everybody talks to babies in. "Yes he is, he's mummy's cute little angel face. Mummy loves her little boy, yes she does! Mummy loves Ronnie, and she always will, always. Does Ronnie love Mummy? Does baby Ronnie love his Mummy, does he?" Ron smiled at her and wrapped his fingers around her thumb in response.

Molly carried the baby downstairs and set him on a blanket on the floor with some toys to play with and watched him as he happily shook his rattle and cooed to his stuffed animals. She loved her sons, every one of them, and would always do anything to keep them safe and protect them. They may get on her nerves sometimes, but there is no question that Molly Weasley loves her sons.