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One thing that Ron would forever be thankful for was the year he shared an apartment with Harry. Ron's family would have starved otherwise, or they would be eating take-out for every meal.
"Now do I add it?" five-year-old Ryan asked.
Ron nodded. "But be careful," he warned. "Don't touch the stove or the pan."
He watched as Ryan tapped the egg hard enough to crack it. More yoke ended up on the counter and sizzling on the stove than in the pan, but nevertheless Ron kept handing his grandson more eggs until there was enough to serve all five of the grandchildren. He'd decided to keep breakfast simple today with only scrambled eggs and bacon, since this was the first time Ryan had ever been allowed to help in cooking.
"I want to help!" Ron's youngest grandson piped up.
"You know the rules, Jack," Ron said as he prepared the bacon. "Not until you're five."
The four-year-old pouted and crossed his arms.
At that moment, Hermione entered the kitchen with Annie in her arms. She looked at Jack and immediately surmised the situation.
"Come on, John," said Hermione. "How about you help me set the table?"
"Okay," Jack sighed, stretching out his arms for her to pick him up. She set Annie in the highchair before lifting him off the counter.
Ron called the other two in for breakfast, and Ronnie and Juliet appeared in the doorway moments later. Juliet's nose wrinkled when she noticed Ryan still standing on the stool.
"I'm not eating anything Orion made," she announced.
Ron suppressed a sigh. Every day the seven-year-old was starting to sound more like Rose. While Ronnie practically doted on his two younger siblings, Juliet felt the need to make everything a competition between her and Ryan.
"Just try it, Julie," Ron urged.
"Even Anne likes it," Hermione added, ignoring how the baby was mushing the eggs onto the table rather than eating them.
"And I helped him," Ron continued. "Are you saying that my cooking is bad?"
Juliet huffed as she reluctantly piled some eggs onto her plate. He noticed that she took more bacon in proportion, but decided not to push the issue. Though Juliet took more after her mother, she had the ability to have a meltdown of Scorpius' level. Ron wasn't about to ruin his morning with a sulking Malfoy.
Sometimes being a grandfather was really hard.
"I don't know how Harry can handle twelve of them," he muttered to Hermione when the children began to talk, or rather fight, together.
Hermione smiled inanely as she served Annie. "That's why we stopped at two kids," she murmured out of the corner of her mouth.
A long time ago, Ron had been disappointed in that decision, but over time he had grown appreciate Hermione's wise choice. He wouldn't change anything about his life, not even his relation to Draco Malfoy.
AN: In case it wasn't clear, Scorose's children are Ronnie (Cygnus), Juliet (Ron doesn't have a problem with this one, but sometimes he'll call her Julie), and Ryan (Orion). The other two are Hugo's kids, Jack (John) and Annie (Anne).