Ronald Weasley stood in the doorway of his and Hermione's soon-to-be-newborn's room. Across the room, staring out the window, was his wife and mother of his child, Hermione. Although her back was to him, Ron could tell she was beaming. Ever since they had found out about her pregnancy, the both of them had been nothing short of happy. Both were always smiling, joy in every movement.. Ron watched as Hermione turned slightly to reveal her bump. Both of her hands lay gently on it as she rubbed circles over it and whispered incoherent words. Ron began walking slowly up to her and when he came to rest beside her, she looked up at him and smiled. "Can you believe it?" she said in awe as tears brimmed her eyes. The red-head smiled while snaking his arms around her in a tight yet gentle embrace. His arms came to rest above hers and he clasped them gently as he began to rub the bump. Hermione shifted so they could look out of the window.
"Yes," Ron answered honestly as his lips softly kissed her cheek. Hermione gave a light chuckle as her head fell back in the crook of Ron's neck.

"Do you think we should've told the doctor to tell us the sex?" she asked curiously.

"I thought you wanted it to be a surprise?" He replied questioningly.
"I do. But the suspense kills me," she joked. Ron laughed while nuzzling his head in Hermione's thick curls and inhaled the sweet scent of her strawberry shampoo. He was brought out of his daze when he felt a light 'bump' on his hand. Abruptly, he jerked his hand back looking down at Hermione.

"What the bloody hell was that?" he exclaimed. However, he did not get a reply; Hermione grabbed his hand and once more placed it on her stomach. Tears fell down her cheeks as she looked up at Ron. "I-is something wrong?" Ron asked.

March 2005
Ron stood in the same place he stood only two weeks before. Only this time there was no happiness radiating from either of them. At the thought of his wife, Ron looked over to where she was sitting. She was sitting in the white rocking chair with her hands and head being supported by the railing of the crib as she looked at the wall before her. Her face was pale and her cheeks were red from crying. Her hair seemed to stick out more profusely now and her eyes held no warmth the way they did before. Ron watched with anguish as her gaze moved from the wall to inside the crib. There, she gently picked up a yellow blanket. Her hands worked circles in it as she looked at it with a heartbroken expression. Tears began sliding down her cheeks rapidly but no sob escaped her lips. Ron was torn; he could either comfort his wife, or he could let her be. How would she react to him? Would she push him away? Deciding to take a risk, Ron walked slowly over to the figure of his wife and hesitantly placed his hand on her shoulder. Sensing him, Hermione looked up at him and bit her lip as she cried harder. He couldn't take it. He had to do something. He couldn't just stand there and watch her slowly break in front of him. "Hermione," Ron breathed as he bent down to wrap his arms around her. At first, she sat there, but she slowly allowed her arms to encircle Ron as well. Her body shook as she allowed herself to sob harder than she ever had.

Be strong for Hermione, Ron. Ron told himself as he felt his heart slice in two. Despite himself, Ron broke out into a sob as tears began threatening to pour from his eyes. Why? Why them? Of all of the people in the wizarding world, it had to be him and Hermione? Tightening his arms around Hermione, Ron nuzzled his head against her neck and softly kissed it. "It's going to be alright," he lied. Hermione stilled as she pulled away to look at him. Her eyes were ablaze with anger as she glared at him.

"How can you say that?" she spat.

"I was only try-"

"Trying to what? Comfort me?" she yelled as she stood up. Ron stood also and watched her warily.

"I'm so-"

"NO! Don't you dare say you're sorry! Do you have any idea how many people have told that to me for the past three days? Do you? IT'S NOT THEIR FAULT! It's mine!" Hermione backed up against the wall and began crying harder. Ron walked toward her but she put her hands out. "No! Just leave me alone!"

"Hermione-"

"Do you know what it's like to carry something inside you for five months- something living, moving-then-" her voice broke as she found herself unable to continue. Her voice level lowered, "I was responsible for a living life, our baby's life, Ron. But, I couldn't carry it." Anger flared in Ron. It wasn't only her child, it was his! Did she not think that it killed him too? That every time he thought of the baby he and Hermione lost it felt as if a new wound was being cut in his heart? But he wouldn't snap at her, he knew better not to. The muggle doctor said to give her space yet be there for her at the same time. How was he suppose to do that? Ron thought. The red-head walked toward the brunette but before Ron could embrace her, Hermione stepped away. "Please, Ron, let me be alone. Please," she pleaded quietly while avoiding his eyes. Soundlessly, Ron nodded and walked out of the room. As he shut the door, he felt another piece of his heart break as he heard the soft sobs of his wife mourning the loss of their child.