I know, this is uber-lame, but I had the idea because I was, well...sort of talking about it with my friend, so yeah. It went from being funny to being really cute. Haha! I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own nothin' but mah own ideas that I just wrote about.
~LovelyAlice831~
"Rosie, come here!" Hermione said, clapping her hands at the little two-year old red head. Rose laughed happily and ran at her mother, who embraced her daughter tightly in a hug. "How's my little Rose Petal?"
Ron walked out and Rose, spotting him, left her mom's arms and ran for her dad.
Ron kneeled down and snatched her up, spinning her in circles while the child giggled. He set her down and Rose ran off, still laughing, to get a toy. She came back with a small, purple ball. She tossed it to Hermione, who caught the ball, laughing. Hermione tossed it to Ron, who, in turn, held it over Rose's head.
"Ron, don't tease her!" Hermione cried while Rose started making angry noises.
Ron laughed threw the ball, and said, "Fetch it, Rosie!"
Rose screamed joyfully and ran after the ball.
"Ron, for heaven's sake, she's not a dog!" Hermione cried, exasperated.
"Well, she got it, didn't she?" Ron laughed as Rose ran back to her father, the ball in her hand.
Hermione rolled her eyes while Ron kept throwing the ball and Rose kept getting it and bringing it back.
Later that night, after Hermione put Rose down for bed, she went to her bedroom where Ron was already there, waiting for her.
Hermione dressed for bed and got under the covers, snuggling up to Ron's side. Ron put his arms around her, pulling her close.
"Ron, I have to tell you something," Hermione murmured.
"What is it, 'Mione?" Ron asked, pulling back to look at her.
Hermione looked up, a watery smile on her face.
"Ron, I'm pregnant," she said.
Ron gaped then kissed her fiercely.
"I love you, Hermione."
"I love you, too, Ron."
In the other room, Rose began to cry.
"Eh, it's your turn," Hermione said happily, shoving Ron out of the bed.
He sighed and threw the covers off of him, swinging his legs onto the floor. He got up, gave Hermione a swift kiss, and went to go see to his daughter.
Ron walked in and saw Rose standing in her crib, tears staining her cheeks, watching as her dad walked in.
"What is it, Rosie?" Ron asked, lifting her out of the crib. He walked to the window, where there sat a rocking chair Hermione's mother had given them. He sat down and put Rosie in his lap, where she cuddled into him.
"Scared," she said in her little voice. Ron stroked her red, curly hair back from her head as she yawned sleepily.
"Why are you scared, Rose?" Ron asked her.
"Thunder," she replied.
"I don't hear any-"
He was cut off at a slight rumble of thunder in the distant.
"How did you hear that?" Ron asked his daughter quietly, pulling her closer.
"Tell me a story?" Rose asked.
"But Daddy's tired, Rosie," Ron said. Rose's bottom lip quivered and Ron quickly backtracked.
"What do you want to hear, Rose Petal?" he asked her.
"Love story," she said sleepily.
Ron sat back, grinning. He stared rocking back and forth slowly and said, "Well, once upon a time, there was a little boy and his best sitting in a train and then a girl walked in. She had a bossy voice and loads of hair. But the little boy knew immediately that he loved her. And so their love began…."
Like I said, lame. Sorry about that, but the idea was funnier in my head. Sorry if it didn't convey the way I wanted it to!
~LovelyAlice831~
