Christenings. He hated christenings with a passion. Everyone brought along their children and 9 times out of 10 the baby being christened screamed its head off. But it was a family gathering and he had to go.
He stood, watching her as she smiled broadly down at her children who were stood by the font, trying to see what was going on. They made a strange family, tall lanky Fred stood next to a shorter, bushy haired Hermione. Their eldest son was 7, tall like his father with Weasley hair; actually, all their children had Weasley hair, even 3-month-old Stigant, their latest and final child as Hermione kept telling her husband.
They looked like a proper family. Fred stood with an arm around her waist, Stigant in his arms, their only daughter, Laura who was 2, resting on her mother's hip and their two eldest sons, Nathan and Alexander, stood in front of their parents smiling happily for the family photo. Alexander was like his mother, a know it all who did nothing more than read and read, apart from play Quidditch with his elder brother and cousins. Laura was also like her mother, with her soft brown eyes that always smiled at people. Her red hair was bushy, like Hermione's and watching her laugh with her mother, Ron felt as though his heart would break. That perfect, happy, smiling family could have been his; it should have been his. But she had chosen someone else; another man, his own brother, had given her her family.
Walking down the path he tried to ignore all the other happy families. He was the only single Weasley, even Charlie had married.
Yep, he was sworn to the life of a bachelor, watching the only love of his life have a family with one of his elder brothers. And even though she was family, it just wasn't close enough becuase her family would never ever be his.