Ron wasn't too fond of mornings. He would much rather stay in bed, and get up around noon. He often joked that he would love mornings, if only they came later in the day. Hermione simply called him lazy. She would always be up early, mostly due to the crying of their daughter Rose, and would have showered, dressed and eaten all before Ron had even opened his eyes.

It wasn't that Ron didn't want to get up early in the mornings, truly he did; it was just that he couldn't ever bring himself to do it. The only times he had ever managed to do so was when it was his turn to tend to his daughter, or when his wife was sick.

Ron smiled as he watched his wife sleep soundly next to him. One of her hands was curled protectively around her stomach; the other was clasped gently around his. He pulled her closer to him and placed a kiss on her cheek. Hermione shifted slightly in her sleep before slowly opening her eyes.

"Good morning," she said sleepily.

"Good morning," he replied, his voice somewhat muffled as his lips pressed against her shoulder.

"He's been kicking again," Hermione whispered softly as she placed Ron's hand atop her stomach. Ron smiled again as he felt the soft kicking beneath his warm hand.

"Why are you so sure it's a boy?" he asked curiously.

"My Motherly intuition." Ron snickered. He remembered when Hermione had been pregnant with Rose. She had been sure that it was a boy then too. "What are you doing up so early?" she asked as she realised what the time was. Ron pressed his lips once again to Hermione's shoulder before answering.

"Rose is crying." Hermione smiled as she stretched her legs.

"Your turn." Ron groaned playfully before rolling out of bed. "Don't complain," said Hermione, her eyes once again closed. "I've gotten up every time for the past week." Hermione chuckled. Even without looking she knew her husband was rolling his eyes.

She heard, rather than saw Ron leave the room. As she lay, she allowed her mind to wander freely. Unsurprisingly, she found her thoughts lingering on the day ahead. Ron would be at work, and she would be home with Rose.

She smiled as her daughter's face filled her thoughts. Thinking of Rose, of the perfect daughter she and Ron had created together, always put a smile on her face.

The soft kicking of the baby inside her stomach reminded her of all she needed to do today. Harry and Ginny were coming for dinner with James and Albus, meaning she would need to spend most of the day cooking and cleaning. For the life of her she couldn't understand how the house had become such a pigsty, considering Ron was hardly at home and Rose wasn't old enough to make much of a mess.

Hermione suddenly realised that Rose had stopped crying. She listened closely to try and hear what Ron was saying to their daughter. She couldn't hear a thing, which made her a little suspicious. Rose was two years old, and almost impossible to keep quiet. She wondered what Ron had done to get her so quiet. Lucky for her, she didn't have to wait long to find out.

Ron rolled his eyes at Hermione, knowing that even without her looking at him she would know that he'd done it. He left the room and made his way down the hallway towards Rose's bedroom. Her crying changed to shrieking the closer her got, as though she thought her parents couldn't hear her.

"Hi sweetie," he said as he looked through the door. He could see Rose standing in her crib, her little hands clenched into fists around the bars. Ron and Hermione were in the process of trying to move Rose to her first 'big girl bed,' but just like her Father she was proving to be stubborn and didn't want to leave her crib. Ron walked up to the crib where Rose was rubbing the sleepy-dust out of her eyes.

"Bad dream?" he asked quietly, bending down so that he and his daughter could be eye to eye. Rose nodded, tears slipping down her face. Ron reached into the crib and lifted Rose out onto his hip. "It's over now sweetie. Your dream can't scare you anymore." Rose buried her head into her Father's shoulder and cried freely as Ron stroked her hair. He sat with her in the rocking chair that his Mother had bought them and whispered soothing words to her to get her to quieten down.

Eventually she grew quiet and Ron thought she had fallen back asleep. He stood up, ready to put her back into her crib, when she lifted her head and stared into his eyes.

"What are you looking at?" he asked, tickling her. She giggled and tried to move his hand from her side. "Shh," he said whilst placing a finger on her lips. Rose stopped giggling and looked at Ron meaningfully. "Let's surprise Mummy." Rose smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

Ron put Rose down, took her hand and began leading her towards the bedroom he shared with Hermione. The closer they got the harder it was for Rose to stifle her giggles. When they got to the door Ron got down on one knee to explain the 'plan' to Rose.

"We're going to jump on Mummy," he whispered to her.

"Yes!" Rose whispered back to him.

"When we get inside I'll lift you onto the bed and you jump okay?"

"Yes!" Rose repeated. Ron put his finger to his lips and Rose copied him. He smiled and opened the door. Rose tiptoed into the room and Ron followed her, closing the door softly behind him. He looked at his wife and saw that her eyes were still closed. He could tell she wasn't sleeping, and he knew that she would be expecting something like this. Ron picked Rose up and set her down lightly on the bed. She stood up and bent her knees ready to jump, but just before she could Hermione opened her eyes and pulled Rose on top of her.

"Surprise!" exclaimed Hermione loudly. Rose began to giggle loudly until she couldn't stop. Ron smiled as he watched his wife and daughter laughing on the bed together. "Careful," Hermione kept saying between giggles. Ron rolled his eyes again. It was typical of Hermione to be overly cautious about the baby in her stomach when playing with her daughter.

"Daddy!" cried Rose.

"Yeah come on Daddy," said Hermione. Ron smiled again as he joined them on the bed. He wrapped his arms around the both of them and planted a kiss on each of their foreheads.

"You know what?" asked Ron mischievously.

"What?" replied Hermione.

"I love mornings."