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Fourteen Months OldThanks so much to my amazing friend Pili204 for her beta work!Fourteen Months Old by lectura35
Fourteen Months Old
"Ron, what are you staring at?"
Hermione found her husband blocking the entrance to Rose's bedroom. Looking closer, she realized that he was looking pointedly at the bed that was cozily disposed in the center of the room, where candles emulating Hogwarts' Great Hall's ceiling sent beautiful splashes of glow to the multicolored walls.
But their vibrant girl wasn't there tonight. She was spending the night at the Burrow with her devoted grandparents, who were surely granting her every wish. Spoiling Rose was something to be expected when she spent any time there.
"She is all grown up," he said with a crestfallen expression.
"Rose. She is all grown up."
"Love, she is only fourteen months old "
"She doesn't need the bars in her crib anymore. In fact, I think she needs a larger mattress, something more appropriate to her actual size "
"Maybe " S
A mattress on the floor Thanks so much to lovely Jenn for her beta workA mattress on the floor by lectura35
Just a mattress on the floor
"We do not remember days; we remember moments."
Hermione stood alone in the middle of the empty sitting room.
If she focused enough and closed her eyes with force, she could pretend that the furniture was still there, over the little marks they had left through the years. There was nothing so sad to her eyes than an empty house. Their empty house.
They had been anticipating this moment since Hugo's birth, when their gorgeous but small place had become insufficient for a growing family. Now, they had reached the possibility of moving out to a nice cottage with a huge pitch and big rooms. They wanted that. They needed that. But she felt her heart constrict at the idea of never returning to the place t