Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction so I hope you like it.

Ch. 1

Ron POV

"Daddyyyy! Daddyyyyyy! DADDY!" My delightful toddler screams. "DADDY!" I walk into the room and scoop him up, causing him to giggle and try and wiggle out of my arms. "Daddyyyyyy…. I'm a big boy." I looked at my son, looked him straight in the eye, and laugh, saying "Yep, you're my big boy who is soon gonna be a big brother!" Hugo leapt from my arms and hugged my beautiful wife and poked her stomach.

"Mommyyyy. I have a question." Hermione bent down and kissed his forehead.
"Yes sweetheart?"

"You look funny. Why is your tummy so big?" Hermione sighed as Hugo continued.

"Where's my sister? Will she be here soon? The owls are taking for-EVER! Is she in a box? Cuz if she is in a box with no holes she may die. And then I won't have a sister. DO YOU UNDERSTAND! Mommyyyyyy when will she be here? Can u make her come faster?" Hugo finishes his rant, out of breath. My darling wife looks tired so I guide her to the coach. Hugo jumps up next to her as she answers

"Honey, I want this baby to come soon way more than you do."

"Nuh-uh!" Hugo replies dramatically so I but in with

"Yeah-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yeah-huh!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yeah-huh!"

"WILL YOU BOTH SHUT UP!" My hormonal darling wife screamed.

"Daddyyyyy! Why is mommy all mad?" I looked at my wife and answered simply
"Because she wants the baby to come quickly. It's literally causing her pain how much she wants her to come."

"Well I'm mad too! And daddy?" My son asked suspiciously. Hermione looked distressed. I sighed and nodded. Hugo walked up next to my ear and tried to whisper

"Why is mommy's tummy so poofy?" Hermione groans in response. Feeling her pain I walk up to her and say

"You still look perfect to me" and kiss her forehead. Hermione promptly smacks me and screams "SHUT UP RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!"

Hugo laughs. "Bilious"

I laugh back. "It's your middle name too! Ha ha ha!" Hugo glares.

"MOMMY! Why did you name me Bilious? And why did you say shut up to daddy? That's a bad word!" Hermione sighs loudly.

"Mommy was just kidding sweetheart." I say as Hermione slowly gets up and yawns dramatically.
"I'm going to bed." I run to her side and guide her to the stairs. Hugo follows. I grab my wife and kiss her dramatically, leaving her giggling as Hugo screams out his distain. She began to climb the stairs as I slowly turned to face my four-year-old. My four-year-old. Who is our child. Us. Me and my wife. My beautiful amazing bloody brilliant wife who I love with every fiber of my being. Oh. Right. My four year old. Who is currently running away from me because he knows I am about to send him to bed. He runs around our house and I stand expectantly waiting for him to run back to where I am, thinking I'm chasing him. He comes running in and I grab him, throw him over my shoulder and bound up the stairs as he giggles. We walk past the bathroom where Hermione is brushing her teeth. She glances up and she laughs as she sees my little boy's expression. I bring him to his room, throw him on his bed jokingly, and dress him in his Chudley Cannons pajamas. I tuck him in and say good night.

"Daddy? I have a question."

"Yes Hugo?"

"Why are the owls taking so long with my baby sister? They don't take so long with regular mail." I look at his darling face.

"Good night Hugo." I answered slightly annoyed, trying to avoid answering this question.

"And daddy?"

"Yes Hugo?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Daddy?"
"Yes?" I ask tiredly.

"Tell mommy too. She seems stressed out."

"I will buddy."

"Good night… Daddyyyy," his thought ending in a snore.

I walked into my room and came face to face with Hermione, sitting in bed reading. Go figure. I walked over to her, and being so absorbed in the book she did not even notice. I pried the book from her hands and hovered over her.

"I have a message from our son." I whispered to her.

"Do you really?" She replied.

"He loves his mom, and wants to reduce your stress."

She giggled. "He certainly is something."

"Well when you combine my level of maturity with your tendency to ask questions, you make a Hugo."

We both laughed. I put my hand on her stomach.

"I wonder what this baby girl will be like."

"I hope she looks like her father."

"Hugo looks enough like me. I would love to see a smaller version of you running around the house. Then I would have the two most beautiful girls in the world."

She smiled and reached up to kiss me.

"I love you." She said.

"And I you."

I lay down next to her and pulled her close to me, wrapping an arm around her waist. I kissed the top of her head.

I was on the brink of consciousness when Hugo ran in. I could see the sweat and tears glinting off of his face. "Mommy, Daddy, I h-had a b-bad dream." He was trembling and crying now.

I got up and picked him up. "Its ok buddy, it was just a dream. You're alright, Mommy and I are here."

Hermione began to hold her arms out, and Hugo reached for his mother. I obliged to this and handed him to her. She began to soothingly rub his back.

"Shhh sweetheart, it's ok. You can sleep with Daddy and me."

We laid down, each one of us grasping Hugo's hand. "I love you." He said.

"We love you too honey." Hermione and I said in unison. I gazed at my family. My stunning wife, my adorable son, and my soon to be baby girl. I have to be the luckiest man alive.

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