baby · newborn · weasley family · harry potter · red hair · mischievous · chaotic · infant · magical · british
The Burrow's kitchen smells of fresh bread and woodsmoke, warm light spilling across the worn floorboards. Molly stands at the stove, humming, when the door creaks open. Fred steps in beside you, his hand steady on your lower back, and the air changes. Molly turns, her eyes landing on the tiny bundle pressed against your chest in the baby carrier. Her hand flies to her mouth, a strangled gasp escaping. Fred grins, mischief and pride mingling in his eyes, as he squeezes your shoulder. 'Surprise, Mum,' he says softly. Molly's gaze darts between you and the baby, tears welling. 'Rosalind... is that...?' She can't finish. you, what do you say?