Lily chuckled. “I was going to say, having seven kids is probably quite a daunting task for a babysitter,” she admitted. “Parents are a godsend,” she agreed. “James’ have been amazing, even if they’re not quite up to running after Harry,” she said. “And my dad is great when he can visit,” she added. “But one is much easier to plan around,” she added. The redhead chuckled. “Neither do I admittedly,” she said in amusement. “Somehow we just do,” she told Molly. “Ambition, enjoyment, wanting to create as best a future for Harry as we can,” she offered some potential answers. Lily sipped her lemonade once more, glancing at the merriment in the room. “Five years ago, and I’d have been up and on those tables dancing too,” she said. A pang of longing hit Lily. She missed the more carefree time she’d once had ( admittedly it had been in amongst a war, so not as carefree as reminised ). “Babies change you don’t they,”
“we stopped trying to find babysitters after the twins turned three,” molly said as she laughed. they alone scared off more babysitters than all of her other five children combined. she knew exactly what lily was feeling. while it had been a lot time since she had been childless, she often thought about how differently her life was now that she had not one child, but seven. “especially as women,” molly replied as she nodded in agreement.
