The babies nodded.
Prince Ron stared at his babies, his mouth slightly open as he tried to absorb their words. 'F-Four?' He stuttered, beginning to panic. 'You’re kidding right?'
But his babies looked absolutely serious. The definitely would not joke about the existence of their siblings.
'No way… there’s four of you.' Prince Ron muttered, still trying to comprehend the news. 'I mean... do you even know what that means? That's a whole squad! Four blankets, four little outfits, four... four times the crying!'
He stared at them, half-exasperated, half-amused, trying to let it all sink. 'How am I supposed to keep track of four little people? I mean, I can barely keep myself in line, and now I’m supposed to be responsible for a whole mini-army? What if I accidentally mix you up?' He gasped, looking at them in horror. 'What if you all look identical and I end up calling you the wrong names?'