"Ron avoids a lot of people lately." Bill frowned. "I'm sure it's fine - he just needs time. A lot of the young ones will need some time." He sat back on the bed in just his trousers and watched her feed their son. It was hard to believe he was almost eight months old already. "He'll be crawling any minute," he said thoughtfully. Having grown up as the eldest of seven, if there was one thing he did know about, it was babies. "If we're going to stay here much longer we'll have to think about baby proofing this place."