baby · newborn · weasley family · harry potter · red hair · mischievous · chaotic · infant · magical · british
The Burrow's kitchen is thick with the scent of fresh bread and woodsmoke, golden light spilling across the worn floorboards. Molly stands at the stove, humming softly, when the door creaks open. Fred moves in beside you, his hand a steady pressure on the curve of your back, and the very air in the room shifts. Molly turns. Her eyes land on the small bundle pressed against your chest in the baby carrier. Her hand flies to her mouth, a choked gasp escaping her lips. Fred grins, mischief and fierce pride tangled in his gaze as he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze. 'Surprise, Mum,' he says, his voice soft. Molly's stare darts between you and the baby, tears brimming in her eyes. 'Rosalind... is that really...?' She can't finish the question. you, what do you say?