My life now
Chapter 1:
Ron:
It's Saturday morning, early Saturday morning and here I am, in bed, almost asleep, at 3 am. What kind of time is this to get to bed? At last I can get some rest...
3 hours later..."Daddy..."
"Mmmhh? No, no more knitted jumpers mum... Oh... Ow!" I feel a hand slapping my face.
"Lucy, go back to sleep"
"No! Daddy, my want porridge for bekfast"
"Hmmm..." As I roll over, Lucy tries poking me in the ear.
"Come on daddy, my wanna play Kidditch with you" she shouts, pulling my ear. Well, that doesn't sound too bad...
What's the time? It's 6 am... Too early...
"God! Lucy May Weasley, go back to sleep! It's too early for Quidditch and for breakfast"
Finally, after much struggle, Lucy, our two year old listens. Well, she's got into bed anyway...
Great, now I can't get back to sleep.
What has happened to me? I, Ronald Weasley have gone from being part-time Quidditch captain to full-time nappy changer dad. Being Quidditch captain means winning games, being cool and flying. Being a dad means losing sleep, being covered in magical fizz potions and flopping into bed, exhausted, at 2 in the morning.
Well, now I'm awake I suppose I might as well get up. Better than just lying here staring at the ceiling."Come on then Lucy, daddy'll make you some porridge"
"No, how about mama do it?" she says, climbing over me. Why does Hermione have to do everything for her? A muffled voice moans "Lucy, why can't daddy make you breakfast? Why does mama have to do everything? Ron, please can you find something else for her to do?" Hermione yawns. Obviously bored now, Lucy's walks out of the room, calling "Bye bye" Not to worry, mum'll play with her... She looks after her every morning, now that we're living back at home.
Ah peace again... I roll over and gaze at my wife. I see her yawning again, her face buried deep into her pillow. Poor Hermione. She looks shattered, with bags under her eyes, her bushy hair all ruffled up and her stomach all swollen with a baby in it. And she's been under so much stress and in pain that I can't help but feel a bit guilty but I smile slightly and chuckle as her tummy quivers and shakes.
"Don't... laugh" I hear Hermione mutter, her soft voice muffled by the pillow. "She's been kicking me all night and now, just when I thought she was finally asleep, she's got hiccups as well"
Should I say something? Sometimes things are better with Herm if I just keep my mouth shut...
Still, I can try, can't I? In an effort to comfort, I lean closer, wrap my arms round her and whisper softly in Hermione's ear:
"Hey, just a few more weeks and the baby'll be here. Then sleeping at night will be much harder than now"
Hang on, what did I just say?! For god's sake Ron, think a little before you speak!
Hermione opens her eyes blearily, a look of disbelief on her face.
"Is that meant to be comforting, Ronald?"
