Ron groaned. "Oh, Mum loves it. Can't wait for more grandchildren." He would have had to be blind not to notice that over the last few years his mother's gaze always went to Hermione's hand whenever she came to the Burrow. It was one of the many things that made Ron nervous about proposing.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to volunteer to run it. I can just about cope with one precocious kid, not a dozen."