Hermione smiled as she watched her daughter play with Ron. He was a better father than she could have ever hoped for. The little girl in his arms had helped to heal everyone's hurt after the death of Harry in the final battle. Hermione laughed as her daughter squealed in delight as Ron tossed her up in the air, catching her easily with his keeper reflexes. The familiar sadness settled in her heart as the sunlight caught in the girls almost black hair. Her raven glossy curls settled around her ears as Ron placed her on his shoulders. Her and Ron's baby would look nothing like their sister. She felt Molly come to stand behind her.
"She looks just like her father," the older woman said watching her son play with his daughter.
"No," Hermione said thickly, a lump forming in her throat. She was finally ready to confess the secret her and Ron had guarded so closely for the last three and a half years. "She looks like Harry."
"I know, dear," Molly said, "that's what I meant." She squeezed her shoulder gently before joining the laughing pair running in circles through the garden.
Ron handed his daughter over to his mother before joining his wife on the rug she'd spread out for their picnic. He pecked Hermione on the lips, slipping his arm around her waist. Hermione leaned into him, settling her head on his shoulder. He was happier than he thought he could ever be after losing his best friend. The little girl who called him 'Daddy' while looking at him through Harry's eyes was a large part of that.
"You're mum knows," Hermione whispered to him.
"I know." Ron tightened his grip on her, shifting Hermione til she was sitting in his lap. "They all do, Hermione. Look at her, how could they not know?"
"I love you," Hermione said, titlting her head up to look at her husband. She would tell him tonight, she decided, resisting the urge to rub her stomach.
Ron smiled down at her, placing a lingering kiss on Hermione's upturned mouth. "I love you, too."