“Wow.” Then Ron’s face split it to a grin. “This is fantastic!” He drew her towards him, kissing her and putting his hand to her stomach. “We have a baby!”

“Yes,” Hermione said, tears welling from her eyes. “We do, Ron.”

“I was just working out some figures late last night and we’re in trouble. The shop is failing.”
“What?” Hermione reached down to her stomach, holding it protectively. “Failing how?”

Hermione blinked several times, before opening the door wide and saying, “Molly!” with a passable imitation of pleasure.

“Ron told me about all the trouble going on,” Molly said, dropping the bag in the hallway and shrugging out of her coat.

“And I’ve decided to come to stay to help you out for a while!” Molly looked around, evident distaste in her expression at the unwashed dishes in the sink, and the wilting tulips on the wooden table.

“Do you remember last summer? Those months before I got preganant, when you were away sourcing for the shop?”

“Yes…” Ron looked alarmed. “What about-?”

“Ihadanaffair.” She gabbled it, unable to speak the words normally.

“What?” Ron dropped her hands. “What-who?”