Disclaimer: If I was Jo, I wouldn't be struggling to pay my student loans.
A/N: Just a little plot bunny I wrote during a boring class. Enjoy!
"Daddy, why does mummy have to go to the doctor all the time?" His blue eyes shone brightly as they began to water. "Is mummy sick?"
"No darling mum is fine." He held his arms out, beckoning his son forward. "Come here son." He settled the young boy on his lap, hugging him close with a soft kiss to his head. "Your mummy wanted to wait to tell you, but you're just too curious for your own good aren't you? Just like your mum."
The young boy giggled at his father's playful tone and smiled brightly, curly orange hair bouncing. "She's pregnant Noah." A confused look contorted his widely smiling face. "She's going to have a baby." His father pacified him. "Remember when Aunt Ginny had Lily last year?"
"I'm getting another cousin?" He perked up and nearly jumping in glee.
His father laughed heartily. "No, you're going to have a little brother or sister."
"Is she going to get big and fat like Aunt Ginny?"
He laughed again, smiling at his son's innocence. "Yes because the baby will be growing inside of h-"
"Hello! Anyone home?"
Noah started bouncing on his father's lap with excitement. "Mummy!"
"We're in the den love!" He let his son go and Noah bolted into the hall. He listened to Hermione's enthusiastic greeting as he walked slowly to the doorway. He smiled warmly at the sight of her holding their son, kissing him sweetly.
"Mum when is the baby going to come?" She looked up at him leaning against the door, disappointed.
"You told him? Ron!" She whined, letting out a heavy sigh.
"He asked why you kept going to the doctor. I didn't want him to be scared Hermione. He thought you were sick!"
"When is it coming?" Noah whined loudly, sounding remarkably like his mother.
"Not for a while darling." She kissed his head again and set him down. "Why don't you go play with your new dragon toy?" With a squeal of delight Noah scampered up the stairs.
"Sorry darling." They kissed softly and he wrapped his arms around her. "I know you wanted to tell him."
She fell into his embrace, straightening the collar of his button-up that peeked over his sweater. "That's ok love." She smiled brightly, kissing him again softly. "I get to tell him we're going to have two babies."
Ron pulled away, surprise flashing across his face. Her beaming smile shone brightly up at him. He laid a hand on her stomach, a wide smile developing on his face. "Twins."