The title is supposed to be a pun, but I think it got lost in translation. Oh well.
Marital Bliss.
The car's horn blared before the vehicle stopped in front of the Burrow. "Ron!" Harry shouted, pounding his fist on the horn. Ron rushed out of the house, taking the steps two at a time; followed by a heavily pregnant Hermione, an amused expression on her face as the two friends embraced tightly, laughing and practically jumping in their joy.
"Now that we're back from our honeymoon it looks like theirs will begin." Ginny said to Hermione.
"I think you're right." Hermione agreed. "I can't remember the last time Ron greeted me like that; it's more intimate than a kiss."