Ron, Hermione, and Rose were visited by their entire family in a matter of days. The news that Hermione had given birth to a baby girl was extremely interesting to all of them, even by a family's standards. Ron and Hermione hadn't really thought of how much attention they and the baby would get, but now that Rose was finally here, they could do nothing but be overwhelmed with happiness at their family's reactions.

About a day after Rose was born, Arthur and Molly Weasley came to see their granddaughter. You would think that they'd be perfectly used to it, having already visited James, Victoire, Fred, Roxanne, and Dominique, but Rose was in fact the first red-headed Weasley girl born to their family. Thus, Ron's parents found it a very big deal indeed.

Upon arriving at the door of Ron and Hermione's bedroom, Molly Weasley leaped upon her son in a rather hysterical hug.

"My boy, a father! Oh, Ronnie!"

Ron hugged her, grinning. Under normal circumstances he would have been rather embarrassed to have his mum engulf him in one of her huge hugs. He was grateful that Hermione was used to this kind of behavior from his mother; Hermione gave Molly a smile as she walked over and kissed Hermione's cheek, greeting her a bit more gently. Arthur hugged Ron and patted his back.

"Congratulations, Ron."

"Thanks, Dad," said Ron earnestly, and they shared a smile. After all, they were both fathers now.

Molly and Arthur each sat in a chair next to the side of the bed where Hermione sat up on her pillows, holding Rose in her arms. When Hermione had put Rose in Molly's arms, Ron sat on the other side of the bed and held Hermione's hand. She squeezed his hand and smiled at him.

"What a precious little girl," Molly cooed. "You are so beautiful."

Molly touched the soft red hairs on Rose's head.

"You have the Weasley hair," she smiled, her eyes swimming with tears. "And you have your daddy's eyes…oh, Ronnie!"

"Mum," said Ron, a dull flush creeping up his face as he grinned rather embarrassedly.

Arthur came forward and Molly gently gave Rose to him.

"Hello there!" he said to her kindly, smiling at her. "Aren't you a little dear?"

Rose was at first a little baffled at all the attention she was getting, but with Molly and Arthur speaking to her in such loving voices soon she smiled at them.

Hermione's eyes grew soft as Arthur and Molly gave Rose back to her. Rose was asleep in a few minutes, her small fist clutching Hermione's shirt as she snuggled into it.

Ron showed his parents out very quietly so as not to wake his daughter.

The next day, Harry, a very pregnant Ginny, and their son James came to visit. Ron and Hermione were both ecstatic about them coming over, despite their exhaustion.

Harry and Ginny sat in the chairs next to the bed (Ginny with some difficulty), and Harry was the first to hold his niece.

"She's beautiful," Harry said, smiling down at Rose. "She looks like Ron, though…didn't escape that, I'm afraid…"

He grinned playfully as Ron aimed a punch at him from the other side of the bed.

"Well," said Harry down to Rose. "You have the most brilliant parents around."

Ron and Hermione smiled. Harry gave Rose to Ginny, who already looked teary.

"Hi," she said, giving Rose a very watery smile. "What a sweetheart. You look just like your dad."

Ginny only lasted a few minutes before she burst into tears and excused herself embarrassedly, giving Rose back to Hermione before she left.

"Hormones," said Harry sympathetically, after Ginny had left the room. "Don't take it personally; it doesn't take much to get her crying these days."

"We understand," said Hermione, adjusting Rose in her arms.

Harry set James on the bed next to Hermione so he could see Rose.

James peered curiously at her. Then he looked at Harry.

"Daddy," he said. "Who's this?"

"Her name is Rose," said Harry, smiling at him. "Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione have had a baby, and this is her. She's your cousin."

James looked at Rose curiously before looking at Aunt Hermione.

"Why is she so small?"

"She's a baby," Hermione responded gently, knowing that James would have plenty of experience with babies once Ginny gave birth to her baby in a month or two. "Babies are rather small."

James looked even more intrigued. He bent forward and kissed Rose on the head rather self-consciously before allowing his father to take him off of the bed.

Ginny came back in, wiping her eyes.

"I am so sorry," she said, sitting back down.

"It's all right," smiled Hermione. "A few months ago that was me as well."

They talked for a little while longer before the Potters left.

The next morning, Hermione said that she wanted to try and get up out of bed and perhaps sit in the rocking chair.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" said Ron uncertainly, as he held a sleeping Rose in his arms gently. "You only had the baby a few days ago."

Hermione sighed. "If I get too tired, or if I'm still too sore, then I'll get back in bed. But for a little while I want to sit in the rocking chair and rock my baby to sleep."

Ron smiled and she blushed slightly.

"I know it sounds rather silly…but please, just give me this."

"Okay," said Ron. "Here, let me put her in her crib…"

Ron laid Rose very gently in her crib. Then he came to the side of the bed as Hermione pushed her blankets off of her bed.

"Can you move? Does anything hurt?" asked Ron quietly.

"A little," said Hermione, wincing slightly as she moved her legs off of the bed and put both her feet on the floor. Sitting up without the support of pillows seemed to slightly daze her but she held herself upright. Ron faced her, his hand on her shoulder.

"Do you want me to hold your hands or do you want me to-"

"Please help me walk," said Hermione, reaching her hand out for Ron to support her.

"Okay," said Ron. He put an arm around Hermione and helped her stand. She leaned on him heavily, wobbling as she stood on her two legs for the first time in what felt like weeks. After all, she'd been on heavy bed rest for a few weeks before she'd had Rose.

"You're okay," said Ron, a firm arm around her. "I've got you. Can you take a few steps?"

Hermione nodded. With both her arms around her husband she took shaky steps, one or two at a time and at a slow pace. He kept his grip on her, saying "Easy, easy. You're okay. I've got you."

Ron gently helped Hermione walk across the room to the rocking chair under the window. He lowered her into the chair cautiously.

"You okay?"

"Yes," said Hermione honestly, though she was a little winded. Ron hesitated to bring Rose to Hermione until she had caught her breath and the color came back into her face, and he instead touched her face gently with his hand. She smiled at him as she finally caught her breath.

Suddenly Rose woke up and began to cry.

Ron got up instantly and went to her crib.

"Bring her to me, Ron," said Hermione.

Ron lifted Rose out of her crib and patted her back and kissed her head. "It's okay, Rosie. Shh…look, here's Mummy…"

He laid Rose in Hermione's arms and she held Rose close, rocking her in the rocking chair as she wailed and wailed, her tiny chest stuttering with breath.

"Shh, shh," said Hermione soothingly. "Shh, my little Rose…it's all right, sweetheart. It's all right..."

It was concluded that Rose was most likely hungry, so Hermione breastfed her. Rose became calm once more as she nursed. Ron and Hermione gazed at her, Ron kneeling by the chair.

They were so continually transfixed by the beauty of their daughter that they really couldn't help but gaze at her in wonder and feel so blessed that she was theirs.