You're My World
He smiled as he
watched his wife and daughter sleeping away peacefully on the couch. They were
his world to him.
A tear slid down his eye as he remembered the same words being said by his own
father.
..::Flashback::..
It was a Sunday
afternoon. The whole house seemed quiet and still, as he tossed about in his
bed. He was feeling extremely bored.
His parents kept locking themselves in their own room. He had no one to talk
to. His favourite cousin, Vivian Potter was away with his parents for a
vacation.
Not being able to stand his boredom any longer, he stood up and walked towards
his parents' room.
The door was closed. So he knocked to seek for their permission. He had always
wondered why he was taught to knock in the first place, when his parents could
always barge into his room anytime
they wanted.
Soon, he heard his father called in, "Come in, Sean."
As he dragged himself into the room, his father pulled him up onto the bed;
both he and his mother shared.
"Hello, darling," his mother cooed.
"What are you guys doing wrapped up under the blanket?" he asked innocently.
He noticed his mother blushed scarlet at the question.
"Well," his father pondered for a moment, "We were supposed to do something
before you came in."
"Ron!!" his mother swatted his father's arm.
"What? I'm just answering his question."
His mother huffed, earning her a kiss on the temple from his father. They were then
starring into each other's eyes, completely forgetting the fact that there was
someone else on the bed. Slowly, they leaned in and shared a kiss.
"EWW!!"
Abruptly, they stopped what they were doing, though now snickering, resting
their foreheads together.
"What's so 'EWW' about me kissing your mother?"
"It's disgusting!"
"Well, in the contrary, I find it endearing," his father replied, kissing
his mother yet again, before gazing into his mother's brown eyes. She smiled
and placed her arm across his father's waist.
"I love you, Ron."
"I love you too, Hermione."
Sean wasn't even aware of how his father's arm had come around his back. His
father was middle one in the bed, hugging his Mom and himself with each arm.
"I love you both. You are my world to me. Do you know that?" his
father asked, as he tightened his arms slightly around his wife and son.
"I love you too, Pops."
"Sean, I told you not to call your
father, 'Pops'!"
"But father was the one who told me
to call him that!"
"Now, Sean-"
"Hermione… what's wrong with me being called 'Pops'? I think it's cool!"
"Argh!"
His father chuckled at his mother's reaction. Leaning once again, he gave
another peck on her lips.
"Ugh! Would you guys stop doing that?!"
"We'll see if you stop doing this when you fall in love, next time," his father challenged.
"Love?! Please! I won't ever fall in love!"
"Well, Sean, believe me when I said that once upon a time, those were the very words that came upon my lips. Now
look at us! Here I am with the love of my life!" his father said, tightening
his hug on his mother.
Again, the two of them kissed. It seems to Sean that they can't get enough
kisses with each other throughout all the years he knew them.
He sighed at the sight, tired of telling them how disgusting it was to see them
kissing. They then exchanged their usual 'I
love yous' again, for what seemed the umpteenth time. Isn't once enough?
"Pops… how did you two fall in love?"
His father snorted softly. "It's a long story,
son."
"I want to hear!" protested Sean, as
he rested his chin on his father's muscled shoulder.
His father then sighed nostalgically as his mother's hand which had been
resting on her husband's waist came up to stroke her son's copper hair.
"Well…" began Ron Weasley, "As you already know, your Mom, me and Uncle Harry
have been friends since our school days. We were the best of friends. Is still is!"
His mother who was still stroking his hair smiled serenely on his father's
other shoulder.
"Your Mom and I shared a relationship which… well… you can call it a love-hate relationship. We bicker at
every opportunity we had," continued his father, making his wife snigger.
"Then one day, there was this grand ball organised at school. And before I knew
it, Hermione was already asked by another boy!"
"You didn't ask!" injected his
mother.
"As I recalled, honey, I did ask
you."
"Oh yeah? As a last resort, no less!"
"Well, you should have at least left pretty Vicky, and go with me!"
"What?! I'm not as insensitive as you were,
dearie!"
"Mom! Pops!!" shouted Sean, "On with
the story!"
"Oh, yeah," muttered his father, "Now where were we? Yeah… umm, when I finally saw your mother with that git- OWW! Mione!!"
His mother had smacked his father's arm, probably at his choice of word.
"Anyway! When I finally saw her with him," his father glared at his wife, as
if saying 'happy now?!', "something
in me clicked!"
"What?" asked his son.
"Well… there I was sitting alone, and
there she was, looking all pretty,
dancing happily with that excuse of a
Quidditch star!"
His mother shook her head. "You were not alone. You were with Padma!"
But she was not heard as her son was at the same time exclaiming
enthusiastically, "Mom went out with a Quidditch
star?! COOL!!"
Ron frowned and pouted. "Shut up, Sean! Do you want to listen or not?!"
"Yes, Pops."
"Okay. Well… after the ball, I went and lashed straight out at your mother. And then she finally ended the fight
saying 'Next time there's a ball, ask me
before someone else does, and not as a last resort'. That's when I realised I was in love with her."
"Was?" asked his mother, innocently.
"Nah! Have been… am, and will be in love with her forever,"
corrected his father teasingly, tickling his mother's slightly protruding
belly.
"Though, even then, I still didn't have
the courage to tell her."
"And you call yourself a 'Gryffindor'," his mother muttered.
"Well, you didn't tell me either!"
"Ron, it's tradition in life that
it's the boy who confesses!"
"What?! There's no such thing! Tradition…
hmph!" exclaimed his father.
His mother ignored him and turned to her son.
"Sean, let me give you an important piece of advice in life… So that you won't
appear as the PRAT your father had
been."
"HEY!"
"When you fall in love with a girl-"
"MOM!!" whined her son.
"Listen! Remember this. This advice
will not only save your skin, but will save time!
When you fall in love next time, just bite your tongue, and go straight telling
the girl your feelings."
"How do you speak when you're biting
your tongue?"
"It's just a saying, Ron!" She turned
back to his son and continued, "All girls
prefer the boys to do the confessing. It's how we are. And especially if you know that she
already knows your feelings for her. Don't wait. Don't waste time. Just go
straight and tell her… well of course you have to do it subtly…" she ended her speech quietly.
"Well, son, girls are one mystery. The world will be heaven if we men can understand them."
"Ron! I was just telling him that advice so that it would be easier for him when the time comes. And both the girl and him won't
need to suffer like we did because of that."
"But Her-"
"Alright!! Alright. Cut it now, guys. So how did you finally got together?" asked a frustrated Sean Weasley.
"Well," sighed his father, "It was after the final battle, actually… Your
mother was hit by a curse, shielding me from it." He paused to kiss his wife's
forehead. "And there I was, waiting and hoping, day and night, sitting by her
bed in the hospital wing, praying that she would be alright. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her. And as I
confessed all my heart to her still figure, I heard her whisper to me, 'I love you too'."
His mother tightened her arm around his father's waist at this, and received
yet another kiss from her husband.
Sean beamed brightly at the sight. He loved his parents so much. Even though he
felt disgusted at times seeing them showing their affection for each other, he
couldn't help but feel happy for them. He knew not all parents could love each
other like his parents do. For instance, his friend, Josh, at Hogwarts, always
complain about his parents wanting a divorce, which had affected him badly.
..::End of Flashback::..
Years passed. Sean had two brothers, and one sister; him being the eldest. He
still remember his father telling his children, "Live your childhood for us.
For both me and your mother didn't have the chance to do that." And they did
just that.
He could even still remember how his mother had cried the happy tears at his
wedding with Diana Raena.
Time by time, all his siblings settled down. But unfortunately, his mother didn't
have the chance to see her daughter get married. She died on the eve of
Valentine's Day. It was all because of the common 'old-age' disease.
His father hasn't been the same after
that. It was as if every single moment,
he was waiting for his time to unite with the love of his life. Sean had caught
him several times, sitting in a far corner, starring into a photo of his wife,
sobbing quietly to himself.
It was when his sister's son was two years old did his father passed. They
buried him right next to their mother, according to his wishes.
Now here he was, with his very own family. They have a family gathering every
now and then, organised by his godfather, Harry Potter, the-boy(man)-who-is-still-living.
But now, since his wife, Sean's godmother, Ginny Potter is suffering the same
'old-age' disease, the frequency of the gatherings had decreased.
He cried again to himself as seeing all his loved ones, going away. He couldn't
help but fear that his family might too.
Suddenly, he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. It was his wife, Diana. "What is
it?"
"Nothing," pulling his wife into his arms. "I love you… You're my world…"
