Ron turned bright crimson; he dug his fingers into both ears, praying his baby girl hadn't just asked what he thought she'd asked.
"What was that sweetheart?" he asked with much trepidation.
"How do you make a baby?" she asked again.
Ron flinched. That's what he thought she'd asked. He looked back at his daughter, those big, innocent, chocolate brown eyes so much like her mother's. Unfortunately her thirst for knowledge also came from Hermione.
"Ahh oh umm er...Why don't you go ask your mother. She's the smart one you know."
"She told me to ask you."
Hermione appeared in the doorway heavily pregnant with their second child. A mischievous grin on her face. Ron looked at her incredulously.
"Why would she do something like that?"
Hermione leaned on the door frame. "Because you agreed that if I changed all her nappies you would answer all her questions."
"I meant questions about our past, the war, Riddle, stuff like that. Not..." he waved his hands around in a suggestive manner.
"But Ronald, aren't the Weasley men experts at making babies," Hermione was trying her hardest to keep a straight face. "I mean look at your father he…"
"Gah! Stop! Stop right there!" Ron exclaimed storming out of the room, amidst the laughter from his wife.
Behind him he heard a frustrated voice exclaim, "No one answered my question!"