(A/N: I've been writing for quite a while now and I've just noticed that I've never written an all out Ron/Hermione fic. This is it. My first ever. I would also like to say to all of the readers who have marked me on author alert that you may want to start reading my profile, for I mark dates of which I will not be updating of any kind due to commitments.

Hope you enjoy the story! By the way, I think I'll make this into a two shot…)

A Life Created

Hermione smiled as she felt her, now bulging, bump on her stomach. She had been married for a little over a year, and was now expecting her first child. She was so immersed in her own thoughts that she didn't hear the door open and a very handsome redhead walk into the room.

"Hey there, Hermione." She jumped as she heard his voice, startled. He laughed.

"Ronald! You frightened me!" she accused him.

"Sorry love. Can you forgive me?" he played right back.

"Only if you kiss me." She smiled coyly.

"Now that, I can do." He stepped forward and kissed her softly on her lips. When they broke away, he sat her down in her chair, kneeling by her side.

He looked at her stomach, and whispered. "Hey there, little guy. Your mummy is a little frightened." She wacked him playfully over the head; he cowered. "But she does have a mighty good arm…"

She giggled.

She gasped.

He felt water.

"Ron…"

"Hermione…"

Suddenly, the small house on the top of a hill was utter chaos; Ron grabbing and packing the bag, Hermione slowly working her way to the fireplace. He pranced into the room, grabbing the floo powder. She stepped into the fireplace, followed by Ron.

"Saint Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries!" she yelled, for he couldn't remember it.

"How the bloody hell do you always remember that?"

"Ron!"

In a swirl of green flame, they were at Saint Mungo's, Ron helping Hermione out of the fireplace and into the room. He rushed over to the information desk and hastily explained to the witch.

"My wife is having a baby! LET ME INTO THE DAMNED HOSPITAL!" he screamed.

"Someone will be with you in a mo'" she said.

"I need someone to be with me now, DAMNIT!" Ron screamed in the poor witch's face. Hermione was now breathing heavily.

"Sir, if you don't stop yelling, I will have you evacuated from this hospital." The witch said coolly.

Ron sulked over to Hermione and stood by her, grumbling.

"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley? I wasn't expecting you for at least another month! Come on, now, come on!" their doctor, Dr. Plaura, told them, ushering them into the nearest room.

Two Hours Later…

"RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY! I'M GOING TO RIP OFF YOUR MANNHOOD AND TOSS IT DOWN THE DRAIN IF YOU EVER DO THIS TO ME AGAIN, YOU BASTARD!" Hermione yelled into the cringing Ron's face.

"Hermione, I love you with all my heart, and I'm terribly sorry about this, but could you ever forgive me?"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Waaaaa! Waaaaaaa!" came the baby's cries.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Your beautiful baby girl is very healthy! Now we just have to wait for the other one…" Dr. Plaura told them. Ron and Hermione stared.

"O-other one?" Hermione stammered.

"Yes… don't you know that you're having twins?" Dr. Plaura asked.

"No. RON I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU WHEN THIS IS THROUGH!" Hermione yelled.

Twenty Minutes Later…

"ARRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHH!" Hermione yelled.

"Waa! Waaaaaa!" came the second baby's cries.

"And congratulations on your second beautiful baby girl. Do you have some names?"

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, silently agreeing on the names.

"Emilie May and Rosalyn Jane, Dr. Plaura."

"Beautiful names, Mr. Weasley. I'll leave you and Mrs. Weasley to get acquainted with your daughters. Good-bye now." She handed Ron baby Emilie and Hermione Rosalyn.

Ron was speechless. Identical twin baby girls. It was almost too good to be true, for they would both be spitting images of their mother.

Hermione was happier then she'd ever been in her life before. Two beautiful, beautiful baby girls had been made from her and Ron's love. Incomparable love that had been sparked through many, many disputes throughout the years…

As she held her baby Rosalyn, she looked at Ron. Her eyes filled with tears of love when she saw the single tear rolling down his handsome face. He looked up at her, his blue eyes sparkling.

"I love you, Hermione," his voice was barely above a whisper.

"I love you, too," Hermione's reply came as a broken sob, for she had suddenly started to cry from her love for her newly created family.

(A/N: Part two is coming soon! I'm not sure how I'm going to write it yet, but any ideas will be considered. I'm actually thinking about taking this two-shot off the site and actually making it into a real story, but I don't know yet. For now, it's going to be a two-shot… BYE BYE!)