Hugo Arthur Weasley
"Why did we agree to look after these two whilst Ginny gave birth?" Hermione groaned, her hand rested on her stomach.
Currently, James was hitting his younger brother with the arm from one of Rose's barbie dolls. However, the joke was on him, because Albus holding his teddy bear and was about to rip the head off. Rose was watching them, her blue eyes analysing how she could help her younger cousin.
"Should we intervene?" Ron asked, not looking up from the baby name book.
"Nah," Hermione sighed, as Albus energetically ripped the fabric.
A large wail escaped James' lips. Hermione groaned, but Ron was nonplussed. "How about Leo?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"We are not naming our son after a lion!"
Ron rolled his eyes. "How 'bout Hugo? It means 'intellect'."
"Hugo Arthur Weasley," Hermione smiled. "I like it."
"Auntie Hermione!" The four year old whined. "Rose is breaking my heart!"
There Rose was, ripping up the eldest's drawing of a love heart that he was drawing for his mum. "I sorry mummy," Rose blinked innocently. "I was just making it better."
Word Count; 184
~Buttercat