A/N: This is for the 52 Weeks of Writing Competition in HPFC using the prompts tired and "I'm sorry, did you just doubt my awesomeness?" and for the Second Hand Shop of the Diagon Alley Challenge: write about the Weasleys. Hope you enjoy!

This will be a multi-chapter fic.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own HP, JKR does.

Ron and Hermione stumbled tiredly out of Hugo's bedroom. He was a rocket, do something wrong and off he went, crying, whining, screaming.

None of this could be qualified as fun at 4 AM in the morning. Hermione thought that none of this could be qualified as fun ever. End of story.

Rose had been sleeping soundly ever since she was born. They'd gotten lucky, avoiding long and awful nights for 2 years, but the second Hugo was born; Ron and Hermione's sleeping patterns had been tilted off their axis. Even though Hugo was now 4 years old, he still cried all night, sometimes.

"I swear, Hugo cries more than any child I've ever seen before!" Hermione whined.

"And Rose was so easy…" Rom mumbled.

"You can't get him to sleep, and neither can I," Hermione told Ron.

"And if I can't get him to sleep, well, bloody hell, who could?"

"Do you not think I can put my own child to bed at night? Is that what you just said?"

"Yes, I believe so."

"You better clarify what exactly you're saying to me, because if it has anything to do with my parenting, I will hex you when I have the energy."

"Awesomeness."

"I'm sorry, did you just doubt my awesomeness? Do you not think I'm awesome? Does Hugo not think I'm awesome?" Hermione said, confused.

"Hugo likes me better than you. I let him ride my broomstick,"

"You what?"

"Bring him some stuff from the joke shop,"

"Excuse me?"

"Sneak candies in from Honeydukes,"

"Ron Weasley, I think you're sleep deprived. Honestly."

"What? I'm not tired," Ron said defensively, enunciating his words.

"It's either that or you're drunk," Hermione said, pulling him off of the couch and helping him stand up, guiding him into their bedroom, and tucking him in. She kissed him on the forehead.

"Get some rest, Ron. You need it."

Just then, Hugo burst into tears, wailing. Ron immediately went to throw the covers off of him, but Hermione grabbed his hand.

"No Ron, stay here. I can take care of Hugo," Hermione said, and he drifted off to sleep before she was out the door.

Hermione looked at Ron, who had called in sick today, too tired to actually do any work. So had she. Last night was one of the hardest; Hugo had been up much past 4 AM, hardly getting any sleep, and they hadn't either. Even so, the little boy burst out of bed that morning with a smile on his face and enough energy for both of his tired parents and Hugo put together.

Hermione recalled the conversation that she and Ron had last night, surprised she remembered it, since it was so late. She looked over at him, asleep yet again, face first in his breakfast. She smirked as she pulled out her muggle camera, as she hadn't bothered how to learn how to use a wizard one, and snapped a picture. It wasn't magical, but it sure did make her day.