Maybe Molly was right.
Hermione usually ignored her mother-in-law when she lectured Hermione about focusing on her career rather than more ‘maternal’ endeavors. Cradling her newborn godson, Hermione couldn’t imagine anything work related feeling this satisfying.
What’ll Ron think? Is he ready for children? Am I?
A familiar freckled hand suddenly reached over her shoulder, a slender finger stroking the bridge of James’ nose, coaxing the infant’s eyes closed. Hermione was always amazed how such strong hands could be so gentle.
Kissing her tenderly he whispered, “This is a sight I wouldn’t mind seeing everyday.”
Guess I have my answer.