Hey guys,
Wow, it has been ages since I last posted something, but real life sucks.
Just letting you know, I changed my penname from DanielaCullen1901 to DaniiWeasley7.
This has been in my head for a while, a little Romione fluffy, one shot!
DISCLAIMER: The Harry Potter series belongs to J.K Rowling, I only play with her characters for fun.
Enjoy
The Best of Life
Ron Weasley had fallen asleep with his wife in his arms... He was absolutely sure he did... So when he came woke to find his wife not in his arms, nor hear and feel her presence in their bed, he was quite alarmed. Instead he found someone smaller, someone that snored softly. 'Rose,' he thought. And opening his eyes, he found his assumption correct, his wife was missing and instead their three year old daughter took her place. Ron roughly remembered a storm last night and a little body separating him from his wife. Rose, despite their previous belief, had not gotten over her fear of storms.
"Rosie-posie, you have to wake up sweetheart" Ron whispered gently to his daughter, nudging her slightly.
"No daddy, five more minutes pwease!" his daughter grumbled sleepily, burying her head deeper into his chest and he heard a giggle from the door. Ron looked from his sleeping daughter to his wife leaning against the door, their one year old son Hugo in her arms.
"What are you laughing about?" he asked his wife. She walked over to the bed and got in and handed Hugo to his father, "What is your mummy laughing at huh?" he cooed to his son, something that before the birth of his daughter, he swore he would never do. His wife took his son out of his hands, Ron pouted.
"Mummy is laughing because daddy thought he could wake Rosie, and we know how hard that is, don't we?" Hermione cooed, and Ron was not sure at whom, him or his son. He looked back down at the object of their conversation. His daughter, Rose. She was perfect. A replica of her mother, with of course, recognizable, classic Weasley traits, such as her red hair (wildly curly, like her mother of course) and dark blue eyes that they thought would become her mother's brown, but like all Weasley's Rose was stubborn, and she wanted blue eyes. She was his princess, his little girl and although she came at a totally inadequate time (Ron was away on an Auror mission and Hermione almost gave birth in their apartment... Thank god for Ginny) she brought something into his life.
His son Hugo just completed them. He was Ron; he was going to be tall and gangly, with his red hair but his mother's eyes. He was placid in nature, a happy baby. Ron was already indoctrinating him into the Cannon's fan base.
"We should really wake her up, Ron" His wife said, looking over at their daughter.
"No, let her sleep. Let's go make pancakes." Ron advised, always thinking with his stomach, he picked up Hugo and made his way to their kitchen, Hermione pausing to look at their daughter one last time before following them.
After the war, many things were uncertain, but as the four Weasley's ate their pancakes in the kitchen, Ron Weasley knew that despite it all, he got the best in life.
Hope you enjoyed, I may post other oneshots that sort of follow this, let me know if you think I should.
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