@firstingenerations
“You’ve...you’ve gotten a lot bigger.”
Eleven years. He and Fabian had been gone for eleven years, nearly to the day. The sharp passage of time made him sick. In his mind, Gideon could still see the tiny bundle, fragile and very red, as she laid in his arms only hours old. Standing before him was a vibrant young girl, so much like her parents but undeniably a force of nature all her own.
Despite his affection, an honest and pure love for his family, he couldn’t help but feel the sting of time. She was a living reminder of all he’d missed. “Don’t suppose you’d remember me. You weren’t even a month old.”
Molly had told him that once the Ministry explained that they had survived she had told the family, but this was the first time that he had gotten to speak with Ginny alone. St. Mungo released them both into their sister’s care, a duty she took seriously. He had begun wondering if he would ever be left alone again, but it seemed as if she was finally giving them space. “Sorry, I’m rambling...if you need the kitchen I can step out.”
