A/N: Written for a Drabble challenge in honor of our favorite Weasley King's birthday.

I went a bit over with the word count (500), but I want to have it published today and the chitlins are hollering for their momma.

No warnings needed.

PS, Thank you to JKR for allowing us to play in her amazing world of Harry Potter!

The Best Present
by: RooOJoy

Ron could smell the bacon frying from the kitchen and the baritone growl of his stomach argued with his eyes as they refused to open to the morning light. He stretched his leg to the right, only to be met with cold sheets. Rolling over, unsure of where she had disappeared to, he was met with a sight that all at once made his heart glow and painfully clench. Once a year, he would wake to a homemade card and a chocolate frog.

The cards had begun eleven years ago with neatly folded construction paper, a 'Happy Birthday Daddy' message, and then scratches of crayon in no discerning image. As the years went on, they began to resemble attempts at drawing pictures and writing words. The past few years, they began to take their own shape and today's card was immaculate. The pristine gold-flecked paper dazzled as red hearts danced over the front. He smiled happily, knowing Hermione had turned a blind eye to the 'No Magic' rule. He reached for the card and opened to see the familiar script, "Happy Birthday Daddy, Love Rosie"

There was nothing special about turning thirty-seven. If he was at all honest with himself he had been dreading this birthday for years. This was the last birthday that his Rosie would be home to celebrate with him. Ron wasn't the most sensitive of beings; while he often said the wrong thing and had absolutely no tact when talking about touchy subjects, his family was by far his love and his light. There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't kiss each of his children good morning and good night, and not a moment passed that he wasn't seeking out the touches of his wife.

The bedroom door swung open and two red-headed kids bounded into the room, and onto his legs, bouncing up and down as they shouted "Happy Birthday!" over and over again. His wife followed after them, a tray of his favourite foods floating in front of her. Her eyes lit up joyfully, and he watched her move towards him, a smile spread beautifully across her face.

"Alright, you two, that's enough - you'll spill the food." Hermione lowered the tray onto the bed next to him and leaned down to capture his mouth with her own. "Happy Birthday, love," she murmured against his lips.

Groans interrupted the kiss and he smiled up at her, blue eyes dancing like the waves of the Caribbean. "Gross you two! You are always doing that," Hugo whinged.

Shoving past her younger brother, Rose pressed her face to Ron's chest, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Happy Birthday Daddy! Did you like your card?" Ron nodded against her vice like grip and kissed her head as she continued on, hardly taking a breath. "I have another present for you too. Open it!"

Ron took the small, rectangular-shaped package from his daughter's hands. Her face was shining with excitement, and her smile one of pure joy. "Now wait one second," Rose demanded as she jumped from the bed and ran from the room.

"Ok. You can open it now," he heard her voice giddily squeak from down the hall. He carefully undid the red paper to reveal a mirror. At first, his own reflection stared back at him, but only a second later, blue eyes that matched his own came into sight. The rest of Rose's beaming face took over the mirror and her voice, quite clearly, said, "It's a two-way mirror, Daddy! Now, when I go to Hogwarts we'll be able to talk every night still."

Ron's voice was stolen from his throat, but the tears that leaked from the corners of his eyes showed that his Rosie had given him the best present ever.

Tell me what you think! I'll add some more drabbles to this collection!

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