Naptime by Luvscharlie

"For Merlin's sake, Hermione. What's taking you so long? It'll be time for her nap soon and we won't have any time to play." Ron sighed, then finished under his breath, "I know what a stickler for schedules you are."

Hermione walked up behind him and smacked his bum. "I heard that."

Ron turned to see his barely walking daughter bundled up and attached to his wife's hand. He squatted down on Rosie's level and looked up at his wife. "Are you sure she's in there?"

There was an answering chatter of baby-talk from inside the bundled form. "Are you excited about the snow, baby girl?" Ron asked his daughter, lifting her and starting out the door with her in his arms. Hermione followed.

It was hard to say who was more enchanted really. Rosie by the snow, or Ron and Hermione by Rosie. They built a snowman, threw snowballs until Hermione called truce and snapped picture after picture of their adorable daughter.

When they came back into the flat, Ron started removing Rosie's layers of clothing by the fire while Hermione put on the kettle. He dressed her in warm, dry pyjamas as her head drooped in exhaustion. Carrying two steaming cups of tea, Hermione came into the room and stopped short. "Bless her, she's exhausted and it's still an hour until time for her nap."

"I'm overruling your authority this time, Hermione. She can't even hold her head up. I'm putting her down for a nap."

Ron came back to find the living room empty. He searched the house and was surprised to find Hermione in their bed reading a book. Hermione not being one for lying about, this was more than a bit unusual. "What are you doing in here?"

"Well," she said, her tone clipped, "it would appear that you have the running of the house and raising of our daughter under control, so I might just as well come in here and read." She rolled away, presenting him with her back.

Ron climbed onto the bed and sidled up behind her. Rubbing his hand down her arm, and farther down her hip, he suppressed a snigger as she stiffened her back and attempted to move away from him. He grabbed her around the waist and hauled her back against him. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Away from you."

"Now why would you want to do a thing like that?" he asked, seizing her book and tossing it across the room.

"Was there a reason you felt the need to do that, Ronald?"

Leaning in and nuzzling her neck, he answered her between nibbles. "Reading wasn't really what I had in mind, Hermione."

She crossed her arms over her chest and refused to look at him. "Oh, really."

"Huh-uh." He tucked her hair behind her ear and pressed his hardening cock against her arse. "I can think of other ways I'd like to spend our daughter's naptime."

"Sleeping?" she asked, but was unable to maintain her harsh demeanor. He could hear her resolve softening as she wiggled her bum against him.

"Hardly, love."

Ron recognised the concession of defeat when Hermione flipped onto her back and cocked an eyebrow up at him. "What did you have in mind then?"

"Come here, Hermione, and let me show you." His lips crashed down hard on hers, and no more words were spoken between them. Words, after all, would have been superfluous when their bodies spoke volumes.

Fin.

A/N: Advent drabble 14/31 for the prompts of Daddy!Ron and Snow