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News

I didn't know how to tell him, and I definitely didn't want to think about his reaction to the news. I had just found out yesterday. I knew that I was happy about it, ecstatic even. But I couldn't help wondering what he was going to say.

Would he be excited, angry, anxious, disappointed? Would he leave and never come back again? No, no, he would never do that. He was too great of a man to do that. Of course we had our squabbles and we were ready to kick one another out of the door, but we loved each other. I knew that.

I watched the clock and my heart started to beat faster when his hand changed to 'traveling'. Soon enough he was knocking at the front door. With shaking hands, I lifted myself from the couch and made my way down the narrow hallway and to the front of the house. I eased the door open. I smiled as he leaned in and gently kissed me on the lips.

"Hey," he said, as he pulled away.

I replied quickly, muttering an inaudible 'hello'.

He swiftly looked me over, noticing my anxious expression for the first time.

"What's wrong, Hermione?"

I didn't reply back this time. I walked to the nearest chair and sat down, putting my face in my hands. I felt Ron move towards me, and then I felt his calloused hand on my shoulder. I looked up, and my eyes focused on his handsome face.

I can do this, I told myself.

"Ron…I-I'm…"

"You're what, Love?" He asked. I could tell that he was growing apprehensive. I rarely got this way. I was either happy or nagging him about something that needed to be fixed.

Spit it out. Come on.

"Ron, I'm…we're having…pregnant," I stuttered.

His face was a blank slate. A pale, freckly, beautiful, blank slate.

I couldn't take it anymore, I knew this would happen. I got up from the chair and stumbled into the hallway, grabbling on to anything that could hold me up. Once again, I felt his hands on me, but I could not look up to meet his gaze.

"Hermione? Where in the bloody hell are you going?" He demanded, forcing my chin up with his hand. I still did not look into his eyes.

"I need to get away. I knew this would happen, I knew you wouldn't want me anymore." I cried, unable to hear my own words through my sobs.

"What are you going on about? Why wouldn't I want you?"

I finally brought my eyes to his, surprised by his answer.

"You…you still want me?" I mumbled.

"Of course I want you!" He smiled, "This is the happiest day of my life!"

"B-but I thought you'd be mad, I thought you'd leave me."

To further my surprise, he laughed. He threw his head back and pulled me tightly to his chest, still chuckling.

"Hermione, of course I want to have kids with you! You're the only person I see myself having children with, and I know you'll make a great mom. I can't believe you thought I'd be mad! I am so happy, Love."

I gently pulled back from his embrace and lost myself in his deep blue eyes.

"We're going to be a family," I whispered. I did not believe my words, but I loved them all the same.

Ron stared at me with so much love and joy, that I wondered how I could have ever doubted that he would be any less than ecstatic. I wondered how I could have ever doubted his never-ending love for me. We were going to be a family, all four of us.

Yes, we are having twins. Ron just doesn't know that one little piece of news yet.