It was not until years after the war, as she watched her children play, that she admitted it.
"I was lonely until I had you."
Ron turned, interested. She rarely reminisced; ever the optimist, she chose to look ahead.
"I know you thought I was silly," Luna began, hushing his protests. "Don't deny it, love. It was all right. I was just happy to have friends my own age."
She smiled at him and gestured to their children.
"I'm glad they have each other."
Ron pressed a tender kiss to her jaw. "I'm glad we have each other," he whispered.
