A/N: I've only written one Ron/Hermione fic in the past and that was last year, so this is my little attempt to get back into writing this fandom because I love it and I want to get better at it. So let me know what you think :D
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
It's been a long day of working and then a few hours at St. Mungo's getting some burns healed before he trudges tiredly through the door, but his heart is light, and he smiles when he sees her lying there on the couch fast asleep with a book crooked over her swollen belly.
He can't understand why she is still working and studying with the baby so soon on the way, and yet he does because it's Hermione, and he laughs softly as an image of her reading while giving birth comes into his head.
Despite his pure exhaustion, he walks to the couch and after putting the book aside and brushing the hair out of her face, he lifts her up to carry her to the bedroom.
He's wrapping the covers around her and placing a soft kiss to her temple when she wakes up. Groggily she says, "why didn't you wake me up? I wanted to see you when you came home."
"Well, now you have, so you can go back to sleep," he whispers as he strokes her cheek. He's about to walk away, but she grabs his hand. "What kept you? I was worried."
"Ah, just a few burns," he says, trying to brush it off even though he knows that despite whatever he says, she'll continue to worry.
"Ronald Weasley!" She shouts, sitting up. "Why didn't you let me know? I could have come to the hospital."
"Because it was nothing, and I didn't want you to worry what with the baby and everything," he says, rolling his eyes slightly.
"Don't you roll your eyes at me! I may be a pregnant woman, but I can still transfigure some birds!" Her face is quite red now, and he had never really gotten over those damn birds, so he does the only thing he can think to do to get her to calm down. He kisses her full on the mouth, relishing in the feel of her soft lips and the way that it still feels just like the first time.
As he pulls away, leaving her a little flustered and pink in the face, he knows it has had the desired effect.
"I'm fine," he says. "Now go back to sleep," he murmurs as he walks to the closet to change.
And when he crawls into bed, he snuggles up right beside her and brings her close, thankful beyond belief that he has her to come home to.