You were Garrett Weasley, you were older than Ron and Ginny but younger than Fred, George, Percy, Charlie and Bill,

In fifth year you and Hermione kissed for the first time and in sixth year you both got a baby boy.

Today Hermione wakes up, the bright morning light blinking her eyes as she blink and open her eyes more, she slowly sat up to see her husband, you, craddling your newborn of 2 weeks as you slowly paced around the room, shirtless.

"You shouldn't be awake this early, you have to let your mother sleep..."

You whispers to your baby in your arms who fall asleep slowly as you turn to look at Hermione with a smile.

"Sorry, hun, I didn't mean to wake you up."

You said as you look at Hermione.

"It's okay."

Hermione sigh as she rub her eyes.

"How are my babies?"

Hermione asked as she yawn.

"They are happy now they finally have our attention."

You said and chuckle before adding.

"How's my baby?"

You asked her as you put the sleeping baby in his cot.

"I'm good, darling."

She said with a grin as you join her in the bed.

"Hm, that's good."

You said as you lay down on the bed and pull Hermione close to you as she stare up at you and how perfect you are.

"You know, it's not shame to touch my abs."

You told her as you take her hand and put it on your chest and she trace your toned abs, forearms, biceps...