Chapter 18: Bedtime Stories and Good Mornings

Ron swallowed audibly. "The beginning?" Hermia nodded. "It begins with…" he closed his eyes and pressed his lips together trying to force his jittery nerves of his stomach into settling. He-who-must-not-be-named had been gone for almost two years now, and still he shuddered at the sound of it. "Voldemort." He finally forced past his lips, wincing slightly at the sound. "His name was Voldemort, and he's been trying to kill Harry since he was a year old." Hermia's eyes widened and she squeaked slightly in shock.

"Someone tried to kill Harry when he was a baby? Why?"

"Because," Ron continued "there was a prophesy about Harry that Voldemort only heard a part of. Basically it said that Harry was chosen by Voldemort as the one person with the power to destroy him. He killed Harry's parents then tried to kill Harry, but when he did the spell, it bound back and destroyed him somehow. Harry is the only person to ever survive the curse Voldemort tried to kill him with. That's why Harry is known as the boy-who-lived. And that's why every witch and wizard in our world knows his name."

Hermia forced her mouth to close. "That's horrible."

Ron's eyes saddened slightly. "Yes well, Harry hasn't had an easy life. He spent the next ten years of it with his aunt and uncle who hated him and everything that he was. They treated him horribly because they were scarred of magic. I won't go into that now. It's not my story to tell." Ron ran his fingers uncomfortably through his hair, making it even messier then it had been. "Once Harry came of age he moved out of their house and into the flat that we shared he hasn't seen them since. Which is fine, Harry wants even less to do with them then they do with him."

Hermia nodded. "You said he spent the next ten years with his aunt and uncle. What happened after that?"

Ron smiled happily. "Harry got a letter telling him that he had been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Up until that letter Harry had no idea, like yourself, that he was a wizard." Ron glanced towards the window, staring at the night sky as if he could see Hogwarts shinning there in front of him. "Harry always said that Hogwarts was more of a home to him then Privet Drive had ever been."

"So what happened?" Hermia asked, ever the curious girl she had always been.

"Me and Harry met first on the train, and like I already told you, you came in and made a fool of me. At the time I would have told anyone who listened that you were an insufferable know it all." Hermia stiffened at his words and Ron chuckled softly. "Later that would be one of the things that I came to love most about you. "You know, if you think about it, it's a very good thing I initially thought that about you." Ron said as he reached out ran a strand of the hair he loved so much through his fingers.

"And how is that she asked?"

"If you hadn't overheard me one day telling the other boys in our year that you were a know it all and it was no wonder you hadn't any friends, Harry and I never would have needed to save your life."

"Forgive me Ronald, if I still don't understand how this can be a good thing. First you insult me and then you save my life. I'm afraid I don't make the connection."

Ron scooted forward in his chair. "It was Halloween. You spent almost the whole day crying in the lavatory. You were in there so long that you missed the entire Halloween feast. While we were eating, Professor Queirell, our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, ran into the great hall screaming about a troll in the dungeon." Ron who was into his story by now spoke with a loud, booming voice, telling her the story like he would a small child. Hermia smiled. He probably told this story so often now that it was second nature to him.

"Everyone was running around frantically, trying to get back to their houses when Harry and I remembered that you were still in the lavatory and that you didn't know about the troll, so we went to warn you. We saw the troll go through this door and we immediately ran up and locked it in so that the teachers could come and take care of it for us."

Hermione beamed at him. "That was very clever of you."

Ron shook his head sadly. "It would have been if it hadn't been for the fact that the room we locked the git into was the girl's bathroom."

It took Hermia a moment to comprehend what he was saying. "Harry and I were heading back down the hall congratulating each other when we heard a terrified scream coming from the lavatory. We knew there wasn't time to get a teacher now. So Harry and I rushed back and burst through the door. Harry, the stupid prat, tried to tackle it but almost got himself killed when the troll pulled him off his back and tried to swing at him with his club."

"How is it that Harry and I aren't dead?"

"Why? Um…a…well," Ron blushed and rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, "I used a levitating charm that you taught me to take the club from the trolls hand and drop it on its head, knocking it out."

"I still don't see how this is a good thing. Harry and I almost die. You took on a troll…"

Ron smiled warmly at her. "It was a good thing because that was the day you, Harry and I became friends. Best friends in fact. Harry became like a brother to both of us, and for a while it was the same between you and I." despite the dimness of the room, Hermia could see that the tips of Ron's ears . "That is until I realized just how much I loved you."

Hermia shyly diverted her eyes to her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She coughed in the back of her throat. "You said that I helped you and Harry defeat Voldemort, how is that possible if Voldemort was destroyed when Harry was a baby?"

Ron collapsed back into his seat. "Because he wasn't really gone. He had taken precautions to ensure that his soul would survive and he tried time after time to get himself a body. Almost unbelievably every time Harry was able to stop him. That is until fourth year."

"What happened fourth year?"

Ron's eyes gleamed as he once again prepared to tell a story.

Hours later Ron was sitting beside Hermia on the bed. She had this horrible dazed look of wonder and disbelief contorting her gentle features. "I used an Unforgivable Curse?" Ron took hold of her hand, twining his fingers with hers.

"You did nothing wrong, Mione. If we hadn't done what we did Harry would be dead and no one would have been able to stop Voldemort. Thousands and thousands of people would have died." Ron cupped her cheek lightly and turned her face, forcing her to look him in the eye. "Hermione, He wouldn't have stooped until he had taken over the world. You helped save us all."

"I know that." She said squeezing his hand, sending some comfort back his way.

Ron was so proud of her. It had to be the worst, most trying day of her life, first being found, then discovering that she and her daughters were witches and then to find out that she had helped save all of humanity by using an Unforgivable Curse and still she had shown almost no sign of weakness. She absorbed everything he said; he could almost see the wheels turning in her head, trying to process everything. And still her mind thirsted for more information.

She should be exhausted, emotionally drained, and yet she was still sitting there trying, of all things to comfort him, even after all she had been through. He could see the tears welling in her eyes however, and when she let her lids fall closed a single tear ran down her pale cheek. Heart clenching at the agonizing beauty of her, Ron wiped it away with the pad of his thumb tilting her chin up to meet his gaze once more.

"Please don't cry, Hermione. I hate it when you cry."

Hermia placed her hand gently on the hand that sill cupped her cheek. "Ron," she looked deep into his blue eyes. "How did I disappear?"

He turned his hand, wrapping his fingers tight around hers, as he lowered it from her face. He let their hands fall gently into his lap. He stared down at their entwined fingers for a moment, watching his thumb trace circles on the back of her hand.

"I don't really know Hermione." He finally sighed. Ron didn't even have to look at her to know that her shoulders sagged at his words. "After we killed Voldemort, Draco Malfoy…well he wasn't very happy that we managed to defeat his master."

Hermia gnawed at the corer of her full lip. "What did he do?"

Ron looked away awkwardly, using his free hand to rub the back of his neck. "He tried to kill you."

"What?" she gasped. "How? Why am I…"

"He threw the killing curse at you. But I got in the way of the beam."

Hermia's other hand came to wrap around his hand holding hers. With that one sentence she saw clearly what had happened that day. "How are you sill alive?" her voice ached for him and all that they had lost.

Ron gripped her hand, trying his best to calm her nerves. "When we saw Draco start to charge us down we began throwing jinxes and charms at him. Someone hit him with a silencing charm." Ron tilted his head forward, pressing his brow to hers. "I believe that someone was you. Because he couldn't speak the words aloud the curse didn't kill me, it only knocked me out for a few days," Ron's head dropped down to his chest, "but you didn't know that. Apparently Draco got one look at your face after what he did and he ran like the coward he is. But you wouldn't let him get away with what he had done so you followed him." Ron's shook his head, trying to shake away the tears that had gathered there at the memory of the morning he woke in the hospital wing. "No one ever saw you again until today, when Harry and I found you in the hospital." When Hermia remained silent Ron forced himself to look at her, afraid of what he might see. "Hermione," Ron scooted closer to her when he saw that her eyes were a cavernous pool of tears. "Are you all right?"

Her lips twitched in the attempt to force a smile onto her lips but she couldn't make it come. "We've had a really hard life, haven't we Ron?" Her voice chocked with tears.

Ron stared at her a moment in thought. "I guess so. But Hermione, we've had a lot of fun too."

Hermia laughed in disbelief after all Ron had already told her. "Like what? Everything you've told me has resulted in at least one of the three of us ending up in the hospital wing."

"You didn't ask me to tell you about the fun stuff we've done."

"And that would be?"

"Quidditch, Hogsmead visits, The Quidditch World Cup, The Tri-wizard tournament,"

"You said that resulted in the Dark Lord's return and Harry almost dying."

"But everything leading up to that was fun. Plus there's visiting Hagrid, and Diagon Alley. And you, there's nothing you liked better in the world than reading in the Hogwarts Library or learning and mastering a new spell. And if nothing else, there's hanging out with you and Harry." Ron swallowed audibly. "Most of my fondest memories are the three of us sitting under the tree down by the big lake just talking."

The pair sat together in silence for a few minutes as Hermia tried to digest all that Ron had said. "Ron." His head snapped up when her voice broke through the silence of the darkened room. "I think I want to go to sleep now."

Ron's face fell as a small weight of dread settled once again on his heart. He knew this transition wasn't going to be easy, but it still hurt him that he was forced to cause her pain and anxiety. "All right." Ron leaned in close and pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek. "Have pleasant dreams, my Mione."

A corner of Hermia's lip twitched up at the sweetness of his gesture. "Good night, Ron."

Hermia climbed under the covers without changing to her night clothes as Ron walked to the door. He stopped in the portal, turned and looked back at Hermia who was curled up in a tight ball in the middle of the bed. His heart clutched painfully in his chest. He had this horrible feeling that even though Hermione was there, sleeping in his brother's bed, he still hadn't found her. Not as long as she thought of herself as Hermia and not as Hermione.

Ron sighed as he closed the door, she was still lost. So much had happened since her disappearance. She lived a completely different life now. She had moved on because she had to, while Ron was still clinging to the past, and memories of his life with her. But the truth was he couldn't do that anymore. Hermione from the past was gone, and he needed to help the Hermione of the present. He needed to be there for his daughters, those beautiful girls that had so swiftly stolen his heart. The battle still wasn't over for him. The war against Voldemort might be over, but the most important battle had just begun. The battle for his family.


The sun shone brightly through the window, warming the bed and the person lying in it with its gentle warmth, rousing them gently from a fitful slumber. Groaning unhappily when the light hit her eyes, the bushy haired woman rolled over onto her back away from the suns annoying rays, stretching her hands over her head and opened her eyes to see not her own golden ceiling but a large expanse of white with a large crack down the center. Hermia's eyes widened immediately with alarm as she bolted up in bed to get a better look at the room around her. It was sparse and clean, everything in its proper place. There was one bed, which she occupied, a single desk with a chair, and a clothes cabinet to one side.

For a moment Hermia clutched the sheets to her chest as she tried to remember where she was and how she had gotten there. Suddenly it started coming back to her. She remembered a man with dark red hair and blue eyes. And another with unruly black hair, green eyes and a strange scar. And when a clan of red haired people people swan in her mind she remembered. She was Hermione Granger, the red haired man was Ron Weasley, the father of her children, the black haired man was Harry Potter, her best friend and the red haired people were the Weasleys, Ron's family. Hermia fell back on her pillows, her hair fanning out around her. She pressed her eyes closed as the rest came rushing back. It all came rushing back to her in one painful blow, causing pressure to build behind her eyes and ache with a dull throb.

Hermia groaned as she threw the covers off and got to her feet. She looked around the room and saw that her bag was sitting just inside the door. Going to it she opened it and found a fresh change of clothes. She made a quick job of changing, dressing in a scarlet jumper and sensible black skirt. Without realizing she had done, she reached for her wand lying on the desk where she had left it last night and stuck it up her sleeve. Hermia was out the door before she realized what she had done. She stopped in the hallway pulled the wand from its hiding place and held it in front of her to inspect. With a small smile appearing on her lips she slid the shaft of wood out of sight. She couldn't believe how normal it felt to stow her wand safely on her person.

Hermione patted her hidden wand affectionately before heading back down the hall stopping at the room where Hero and Helena had slept that night. She opened the door and her heart ceased when she saw the beds were empty. Her first instinct was to panic but she forced herself to relax and take several deep breaths. Forcing herself to be rational she reasoned that the Weasleys had probably gotten the girls up this morning. Shaking her head at what she knew was an over reaction on her part she closed the door. Starting the morning off by waking the girls and getting them ready for the day was such an ingrained part of her routine that finding their beds empty hag thrown her for an unexpected loop.

When Hermia had regained her composure she hurried down the steps in search of her daughters and the red haired, blue eyed man she was certain was responsible for their morning disappearance.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs she instantly turned toward the kitchen without a moment's hesitation, as if she had traveled the path hundreds of times before. She rolled her eyes as she realized that in all likeliness she probably had, considering Ron had told her last night that she had spent more than one summer with the Weasley's at their home.

Hermia was about to push open the door to the kitchen when the sound of raised voices on the other side made her pause.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley, you will listen to me when I am speaking to you!" Hermia cringed away from the door when she realized that it was Molly's voice raised in anger.

"I don't want to talk about this right now, mum."

"I thought I raised you better then that!" Molly continued as if Ron hadn't bothered speaking. "I'm very disappointed in you."

"You didn't seem too disappointed in me yesterday." He shot back.

"Yesterday was a bit of a shock, wasn't it? When did I have time to react?"

"I thought you loved those girls."

"Of course I do." Molly snapped. "They're my grandbabies and I will love them until the day that I dire. Nothing will ever change that. However, I don't happen to approve of the way they were born."

"What would you have me do about it, Mum? I didn't know Hermione was pregnant and even if I had what could I have done? I didn't know where she was. I couldn't find her."

"You should never have put her in the position of becoming pregnant." Molly shouted, her voice so loud Hermia feared the walls would shake. She stepped to the side of the door, knowing that she should go back upstairs until the row was over, but couldn't help but listen. They were arguing about her after all.

Ron growled with anger. "Mum," his voice had grown dangerously low, "I was in love with her. She was in love with me. You know we had every intention of getting married."

"You should have waited until you were married."

"Maybe we should have." Ron's voice snapped. "But I don't regret my decisions. I loved her mum. It wasn't about sex. It was about wanting to be as close to the person I love as I possibly could be. It was about showing her that. Sharing our love with each other. And let me tell you something else, mum, it wasn't the first time I made love to her and so help me God, it won't be the last."

"Ronald Weasley." Molly gasped with shock while Hermia couldn't help but smile. She knew she should be insulted or shocked by the way Ron shared the more intimate details of their past relationship with his mother, but she couldn't make herself be mad at him. The fire and passion of his voice when he spoke about what they shared was too romantic and endearing by far.

"Don't Ronald Weasley me." Ron's voice snapped her back to the argument behind the door. "I'm not a child any longer. So stop treating me like one."

"I'll stop treating you like one when you stop acting like one."

"This is ridicules." Hermia could hear the fall of feet as presumably Ron started pacing. "You can't keep treating me like this. I'm father for Merlin sake."

"Then start acting like one. Take responsibility for them."

"What would you have me do?" The pacing stopped. "I've claimed them haven't I? I only just met them yesterday so I can't say I've been much of a father, but I will be. What more can I do?"

"You can marry their mother."

Hermia stepped back from the door in shock but moved in closer when her curiosity all but got the better of her. She heard the scraping of chair against soft, scrubbed floors.

"That's a brilliant idea, Mum. Why didn't I think of that? I'll marry Hermione. It's perfect." His voice was so thick with sarcasm it nearly seeped from the cracks around the door. "But wait…I seem to recall one problem…She doesn't know who I am. Can you imagine what that would be like? Hello Hermione, I know in your mind we only just met yesterday, but since we share daughters and all I was wondering if you'd marry me? I'm sure that would go off real well."

"Then what do you plan on doing?"

A hand slapped down on the table and Ron's voice boomed loudly. "I don't know!" He shouted startling both his mother and the girl hiding behind the door. "I don't know." his voice broken with uncertainty. Tears welled in Hermia's eyes at the sound of it. "I love her, Mum. I still love her with all my heart. And those girls," Hermia could hear the emotion in his voice even through the door, "I fell in love with those girls the first moment I saw them. And that terrifies me because I would willingly give my life to protect all three of them. They are my life and I don't know what will happen to me if I loose them, if I loose her again."

The room hidden behind the door remained silent for several moments. Hermia shifted awkwardly, unsure if it was too soon to intrude on them. Hermia placed her hand on the door but the moment she made to open it she heard Mrs. Weasley's voice, soft and comforting. "Ronnie, I'm sorry. It's just that you threw all this on us so fast yesterday that I… I didn't have time to think." There was the sound of another chair scrapping against the floor and Hermia presumed it was Molly sitting down beside her son. "I was up all last night thinking about poor Hermione, being forced to go through all that alone. I love that girl, love her like my own. You know that. And the thought of anyone thinking poorly of her, or saying things about her. I grew so angry. And then I started thinking about all she had to suffer alone and I'm afraid I turned my anger at the situation against you. And I shouldn't have done that."

"It's all right, Mum. I understand." In her minds eye she could see Molly cupping Ron's cheek like she often did to Hero or Helena. She could see her gently running her fingers through his hair and felt a fondness for this woman. "I just really wish I could have been there." She heard Ron say softly.

"I know you do." The sound of a hand affectionately patting a cheek met Hermia's ears. "But you'll be there from now on." Molly said encouragingly. "Why don't you go get Ginny and the girls from outside while I get breakfast on the table? I imagine Hermione will be waking soon, she always was an early riser."

Hermia heard the scrape of chair as Ron came to his feet. For a moment she feared Ron would open the door and find her there eavesdropping, but moments later she heard the creak of the back door opening. Needing a moment to herself before she face the rest of his family, Hermia retreated to the safety of the second landing and sank down to mull over what she had just heard.

She knew she should feel retched for eavesdropping on such an intimate conversation, but it had been very insightful. For one she learned that the love that had been between her and Ron had been so strong he had ignored his mothers wishes in this regard and made love to her before they were married. She had also learned that where she was concerned, Ron was willing to stand up to his mother, something she suspected no one in the Weasley family did lightly. A smile spread across her lips. She hated to be the source of a family argument, but she couldn't help but be glad that she invoked that kind of possessiveness in Ron.

Hermia brushed her hair out of her eyes and smoothed it back into a low ponytail. She rose to her feet and smoothed the wrinkles out of her skirt before descending the stairs one more time.

She reached the kitchen door and paused a moment to make sure all was calm before she pushed against the heavy panel. Ron instantly looked up at her, a huge grin on his lips. Hermia blushed under his gaze. She had the instinct feeling that he saved that lopsided grin just for her.

"Good morning Hermione dear." Mrs. Weasley greeted her with a friendly smile. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes," Hermia nodded her head. "I did. Thank you." She followed Ron's motioning hand and moved towards the table to take the seat beside him

"Mummy." Hero called brightly at her mothers appearance, making no attempt to move from her spot on her father's lap.

At the sound of her sisters voice Helena looked up from her plate of food and smiled at her mother as she shoved a handful of scrambled eggs between her lips.

"Morning,Hermione." Ginny greeted brightly, handing her a cup of coffee the way that she liked it. Two scoops of sugar and a dash of cream.

"Good morning, Ginny." She greeted as she took a sip of her coffee, savoring the exotic flavor.

Ron waited until she set her coffee down before he leaned in to pile food on her plate. His lips were a breath away from her ear. "Are you all right, Mione?" He whispered softly.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"When I left you last night I feared…"

Hermia frowned as she placed a hand on his wrist. "I haven't decided how I feel about that."

Ron nodded to let her know he understood. "Just make sure you talk to me if anything is bothering you. All right?" He wound a strand of her hair around his finger before tucking it back behind her ear.

"Of course I will." She agreed before lifting a forkful of eggs to her lips.

"So," Molly seated herself across from Hermia at the table. "What are your plans for today, Hermione?"

Hermia set her fork hesitantly on the edge of her plate, giving Molly her full attention. "Well," she hesitated a moment, "I thought I might like to go and see Draco Malfoy."

Ginny, who was taking a deep sip of tea, sputtered in disbelief, causing the brown liquid to spray in a wide arc over the table.

"I have to talk to him." She continued. "I need to face the man who took away so much of my life."

Ron tightened his arm around his little girl. Hugging her the way he wished he could hug her mother. He didn't know how to respond to her. His every instinct screamed to no, to keep Hermione far away from the sadistic bastard who had tormented them for nearly ten years. But he didn't know how he could say no. This was Hermione after all and she had the right to face her would be killer.

Ron licked his lips to bide for time, dread settling heavy on his heart.

"All right, Mione." Molly and Ginny gaped at him in surprise. "I'll take you to see Malfoy. But not today. He's a high security prisoner and we'll need to get clearance before you can see him."

Hermione smiled her gratitude at Ron. "Thank you." She took his hand in hers and squeezed it affectionately. Her head bowing close to their clasped fingers. "Thank you for understanding." She looked up into his bright blue eyes and felt a tug in the pit of her stomach. Neither blinked as an invisible force seemed to draw them closer together.

Their noses had just bumped together when there was a whoosh in the fireplace and two ash covered bodies came tumbling out, breaking the spell that had held the two tight in its grip.

Feeling embarrassed and extremely self-conscious, Hermia sprang to her feet, her breakfast plate forgotten. "Mum! Dad!" she cried when she recognized her parents picking themselves up from the floor. She ran to her them, wrapping them both in a tight hug, thankful for an excuse to move away from Ron.

"Hello darling." Mrs. Granger pressed a kiss to her daughter's forehead. "How are you feeling this morning?"

Hermia shrugged a petite shoulder. "Honestly? I've been better."

The Grangers nodded their understanding as they led their daughter back to the table, forcing her to take her seat and finish her breakfast before they two settled into seats, accepting mugs of coffee from Molly.

Melvin Granger poured cream into his cup, stirring it smoothly with his spoon. "Your mother and I had a talk last night after we got home, and we decided, after much debate, that you should spend the day with Ron, reacquainting yourself to your world."

Hermia stared at her father with surprise. "What?"

"Not that we don't want to spend time with you dear." Mrs. Granger patted Hermione's hand. "It's just that we thought it would be nice for you to have a day off of your responsibilities, and reacquaint yourself with this world without the girls tagging along."

Unsure of how to answer Hermia looked to Ron who was bouncing a giggling Hero on his knee. "I've never spent a day without my girls before."

"It's all right dear." Molly rose from the table. "I think it's a wonderful idea. Ron can take you to Diagon Alley, that's the only all magic part of London, and perhaps if you send word to Professor Dumbledore you can make a stop at Hogwarts later on."

"What about the girls?" Hermia protested. "They're quiet a handful."

Molly waved Hermia's concern away. "They can spend the day here with your parents, Arthur and me. Besides, it will give us a chance to become better acquainted with our grandbabies."

Hermia looked around the room unsurely. She felt a warm, large hand settle on the small of her back. "It's all right, Mione." Ron said in a deep warm voice, instantly calming her anxiety. "You can spend the day here if that would make you more comfortable."

Hermia looked up into his deep blue eyes and knew that she wanted to spend the day with him, just him. A small voice in her head warned her that it wasn't fair to everyone else, especially her parents, but she quickly pushed it away under the intoxicating warmth of his gaze. "No. It's all right." She turned back to the rest of the occupants in the room, leaning slightly back into the comfort of Ron's hand. "I think I would like to visit those places. And you're right." She smiled at the proud grandparents, "this will be a perfect opportunity for you to better know your granddaughters." Hermia glanced at Ron to see that he was beaming delightedly at her. "If that's all right with you?"

His hand rubbed casually up her back. "I would love it. We can go as soon as you finish eating."

Hermia returned her attention to her food and quickly devoured the rest of her plate, regretting the loss of warmth when Ron removed his hand from her back so that he could scoop another helping of food onto his plate. She stopped eating the moment she realized the intensity of which Ron was scooping the food into his mouth. She looked between him and Helena who was forcing another fistful of food into her mouth, than back to Ron. Her lips twitched at the corner. She covered her mouth with a dainty hand trying to smother her chuckle.

"Whads so fuddy?" Ron asked through a mouth full of food.

Hermia chuckled again as she set her fork down, watching as her daughter stuffed another fistful into her mouth. "I only just realized where Helena got her insatiable appetite from."

Ron looked at his youngest daughter whose cheeks were puffed full of food, a broad grin spreading on his lips. He swallowed what was in his mouth before asking, "What's wrong with a healthy appetite?"

"Nothing." Hermione giggled again. "I just wish I could eat as much as she does and not gain any weight. I hate to say it but I am completely jealous of my daughter."