Daddy
Andrew and John and Thea called him Daddy and it was the best name he'd ever borne.
It was shouted happily when he tickled his sons and mumbled sleepily when he kissed his daughter good night, and screamed scandalized when one of the kids was teased by their siblings.
It was the first word Drew babbled (or close enough).
It was the words Thea sobbed when she was afraid.
It was one of the words Johnny offered as explanation when someone asked about his bright green hair.
And he found that he'd liked to be a grandson and a godchild and a nephew and a cousin and an honorary Weasley, liked to be a husband and a Head Boy and a son, but nothing he had ever loved more than being their Daddy.
He was pretty sure that wouldn't change any time soon.