Rolf nodded. "Yes, we do." All their plans had been derailed over the last few weeks, but Luna was right it was time for them to start putting things back together again, making this work. He was already starting to think of places they could live, not Ottery St. Catchpole somewhere new, somewhere that would be just for them. He sighed when she kissed him relaxing into it before she pulled away.
"They'll always need you, love." He reminded his wife, stroking his hand over her hair slowly. "No matter how old they get, they're going to need you." He kissed her again slowly. "And we'll be here this time if anything happens to help them." He knew that feeling though, of wanting to take care of them, especially after all that they had missed, they should have been there for those things.