Everything she had vaguely imagined about being a mother couldn't even compare to the reality of wonder and pride. it was like walking into a cloud of joy. There were moments when she glanced aside and saw Freddie playing wit his sister, or innocently working on something in his room that she was struck by how far they had come. Fred may have been dead a long time, but she and George had done right by his memory, they had come a long way.
There was a near week lull between the end of National Team season and the start of practice and competition season for the Falcons. It meant that she was relieved of Captain duties for many months, and the lower pressure meant that Angelina had more time for family. The mug of tea in her hands was the one sliver of me-time she was allowing herself that day because it was a mother-son day. George had taken Roxie over to Molly and Arthur's as Grandmum Weasley wanted special time with her youngest, and where Roxie was concerned, Freddie sometimes became overshadowed. Roxie was a handful, as Freddie had been when he was her age, but it meant that she could treat him to one on one time.
"Freddie? Kiddo, where you at honey?' In a a Weasley household, silence was both telling and worrisome.