Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters mentioned.
This was a quick prompt story, I saw a small Headcannon about Ron and his Daughter, and decided to have a go. I'd never written Rose before, so I hoped this was vaguely alright...
~*Daddy's little Girl*~
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Adoring eyes gazed up into his own.
Bouncing up and down on his knee, giggling in that childish manner that reminded him of babbling brooks, little Rose's eyes shone with love and life.
Small, pudgy hands clapped in utter delight.
"Wuv yu- yu- Wuv Da'dy!" she smiled, crinkling up her tiny button nose as she did so; the look was so very *Hermione* Ron was incredulous.
"Love you too, Baby Girl. Always." Ron smiled back, Rose's tiny pink lips parted as she yawned, he laughed, "Looks like someone's ready for bed... c'mon little missy..."
He picked her up and she snuggled close against his shoulder...
"No' tiwed, da'dy..." she protested sleepily against the fabric of his shirt then settled and began to suck her thumb.
He stroked her hair gently, "I know, princess... I know."
And he stopped for a moment to gaze out the living room window at the magnificent panorama of the setting sun as it streaked the sky with red and gold, purple and blue, orange and yellow...
Not quite yet willing to lose the feel of her in his arms, in this perfect frozen moment... Ron stood and watched the world fade to dusk, with Rose cradled to his chest.
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Okay, to be honest, I forgot where I was going there... but you get the random idea in my head...
Hope you liked it.
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~*SailorSilvanesti/Phoenix Fire*~