Weasley, Amora Adele. Molly and Arthur Weasley's gorgeous daughter, the youngest of the Weasley triplets, Fred and George. The redhead clan's first daughter. She is a prefect and the Captain for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, playing as a chaser.
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"They're so tiny!"
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Amora's POV
I bounce gently Vale in my arms while Vik held Valir and Valon in his as we await both of our families to come.
Vale whimpers as his small hands try to grasp the top of my dress in which I let out a small giggle, "Are you hungry already?"
Vik looks down from beside me and chuckles at the sight, "Should I get the bottle?"
I shook my head with a smile, "I got- you got full arms." I left his side and went to the kitchen to grab a bottle full of milk which I just pumped from this morning.
I then offered it to Vale as he gurgle then sucks on it loudly which made me chuckle then go back to Vik in the living room.
Coincidentally, the front door of the house opens and we see the Krum family coming in with their luggage.
The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee barely registered over the hum of excitement vibrating through our living room. I stood excitedly waiting for their reaction. As Viktor stood beside me, a silent partner in this overwhelming moment, his eyes shining with a love that mirrored my own. Three tiny bundles, nestled amongst soft blankets, were the center of attention – Vale, Valir, and Valon, our babies.
Daniela, a woman I’d always admired for her quiet strength and grace, cradled Vale, her touch feather-light. "Oh my goodness," she breathed, her eyes welling up. "They're absolutely perfect. Look at those little hands." Her voice was thick with emotion, a mixture of awe and overwhelming love.
I smile and made a move to give her Vale as she hurriedly readied her arms. Then I placed Vale carefully but still holding his bottle to his lips which thankfully Daniela got without disturbing his feed.
Viktor’s father, Stefan, a man with many words but immense heart, knelt beside her, a rare, soft smile playing on his lips. He gently reached out a finger, tracing the delicate line of Valir’s jaw. "They're...amazing," he mumbled, his voice husky with emotion.
