Ronald Weasley sighed. The fire burned seemlessly as he sat next to the hearth. Hermione was handling their baby girl upstairs. Neither of them had slept in weeks........The loss of sleep took its toll, but whenever Ron looked at the baby's smiling face, he couldn't help but feel love. The fitful sleeps where he'd be woken up to crying, and the fact everything was drooled on would just disappear, and he'd look into her beautiful face once again. He thought she looked a lot like Hermione, but Hermione thought she looked like Ron. That was just another one of the few things they fought about now-a-days. It was all in good fun though, nothing intended to hurt one another. In fact, ever since rose had been born, they hadn't really gotten on each other's nerves as much, now they were a family. Ron smiled and leaned against the side of the couch. He yawned just as Hermione came down and she sat next to him smiling. "Ready to go back to bed?" He smirked and grabbed her waist pulling her onto his lap. "How about, instead, we stay right here?" She just nodded.