"You're pregnant? Oh Merlin's beard, you're really pregnant? I'm...I'm going to be a dad?" shouted an overly evoked Ron Weasley.
"Always the tone of surprise, Ronald?" Questioned his wife, the lovely Hermione Weasley, whose hand was rubbing the barely noticeable bump on her stomach.
Ron relaxed then, rubbing the back of his neck nervously with a shrug. "Sorry. I'm just...I didn't really expect this to happen so soon." he explained himself, his face turning unusually pinker.
Hermione shook her head with a light chuckle, walking over to grab hold of her husband's sweaty, nervous hand. "It'll be fine, Ron." She told him as she pecked a soft kiss on his lips. "You'll be a great dad. I'm sure of it." She felt like she had to reassure him a little bit. Considering how he was handling the situation earlier, running around in circles panicking and all. Once she grabbed a hold of his hand however, it seemed to have calmed his nerves down a lot. Just how it always has ever since they were kids.
"So..." Ron started again, "You think it'll be a redhead?"
Hermione threw her head back laughing hysterically. "What? You afraid we'll break the Weasley tradition by having a brown-haired child?" she joked, allowing Ron to follow along with small bits of laughter.
"Maybe..." he sighed, with a grin still plastered across his face. "Whatever the color of hair though...I'll love it all the same." he paused. "Just as long as they have your brains." he added in, jokingly, causing the both of them to laugh joyfully with each other.