Her thoughts traveled back to the day he was born. Part of her had been excited, most of her had been terrified. She had never wanted to be a mother. Not even before when she was still a relatively innocent child attending Hogwarts. Children seemed to be a burden, a detriment to getting where she wanted to be. Hermione's second greatest fear had always been losing her shot at having a meaningful career because she was stuck at home raising the next generation. That life was fine for some women. She'd known plenty of women that excelled as mothers and truly found their calling in it. Hannah Rowle was the perfect example. A loving mother and wife, she actually liked keeping her home clean and her family happy. Once upon a time she had a dream of becoming a Healer. Once she fell in love with the lumbering Death Eater who truly had a warm heart hidden amongst his brashness and fury, she turned her entire being and focus to him. When their girls began to arrive in quick succession, she was even happier.