Ron walked through the front door of his house. He heard pots and pans being slammed in the kitchen. He closed the door and saw two redheads pop out of the living room. They both had scared looks on their faces. He smiles at them.

"How was your day, kids?" Ron said in a quiet voice so Hermione wouldn't hear.

His kids smiled. "Good. We had fun with our cousins," they both frown. "Until Mum came to pick us up."

"Why?" Ron knew that something was wrong with Hermione since this morning.

"Mum came in, didn't say hi to anyone just looked for us and said that we are going home now. We didn't want to leave. We just went because we didn't want Mum to get angrier. When we got home, she went straight to the kitchen. She been in there for an hour." His daughter Rose said.

"It's okay, your mum just had a hard day at work." Ron lied. They both nodded and went back to want they were doing.

They are both lucky. Ron thought to himself. They didn't have to deal with angry Hermione. Ron walked down the hall to the kitchen and found the door locked. Ron unlocked it silently.

What he found was humorous. Hermione was making dinner the muggle way. All the pots and pans that they own were out. Ron could smell whatever was in the oven was burning. There was smoke coming from the pots on the stove. After this was all done, they were going to have to order take-out.

Ron clear his voice, Hermione ignored him. "Hermione." Ron spoke up. Hermione turned around, Ron flinched by the look in her eyes. Hermione grabbed the nearest pan and threw it at Ron.

With his auror reflexes, Ron dodged that one. Hermione threw another at him. That one hit him in the corner of his upper eye. Ron could feel the blood rolling down his face. The pans kept coming.

Ron took out his wand, finally. With a wave he threw the pans off course. Ron slowly walked over to his wife. Ron was glad when the pans stop coming. Ron was about to put his wand down, when Hermione started throwing plates at him.

When Ron got to her, he took the plate out of her hand. Hermione crossed her arms; she didn't like that Ron took away the plate. Ron set the plate on the counter behind her without taking his eyes off her.

"Hermione, what is going on?" Ron asked in the same quiet voice he used on the children. Hermione burst into tears. Ron took her in his arms. He ran his hand down her hair. She mumbled something in his shirt. Ron leans back from her. "What was that?"

Hermione looked up at him with tears still in her eyes. "Ron, I went to the doctor today."

Ron's heart stops. Was something wrong with Hermione? He didn't want to lose her. "Is something wrong?" Ron asked nervously.

Hermione shook her head. "Ron, I'm pregnant." Ron was speechless. Hermione only seen him this speechless when she told him that she was pregnant with Rose and Hugo.

Ron recovered quickly. "You had to bang all the pots and pans everywhere because you are pregnant. Last time you told me it was over dinner for two."

Hermione moved away from Ron, she took out her wand to clean up the mess that she made. "Ron, we planned Hugo. This one wasn't plan."

"We didn't plan Rose." Ron smiled. With a wave of his wand he started the dishes.

"We were younger then." Hermione took whatever was in the oven out. It was black. Hermione threw it in the garage.

"So, what are we going to do now?" Ron asked Hermione. He put everything away.

"What do you think." Hermione went to the drawer with the take-out menus in.

"Okay, so we are going to become parents again. What is for dinner?" Hermione threw the menus at him. She walked out of the room to find the children. "I love you, too." Ron mumbled as he picked up the menus of the floor.