Author's Note: I hope you guys are liking this story as much as I enjoy writing it. I might not be able to update for a while because of school, but I'm going to try my hardest.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and it's characters will forever belong to Mrs. Rowling...not me.

One Year Old:

It was ten months to the day that Hermione had given birth to her and Ron's first child. They were living in a small house in London, not far from where Harry and Ginny had decided to settle down. It was Saturday and that meant dinner with the extended family – who ever could make it. The family decided, just after Rose was born, that since they were all beginning their own families, every Saturday they would have dinner with each other. Every Saturday it was at a different house, however they couldn't always make it to each dinner, though they tried their best.

Hermione stood in her kitchen, talking to Ginny about her new career in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry. Her kitchen was full of her in-laws. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, George and his new wife, Angelina, and Ginny, who had James sitting on her lap. Upstairs, Hermione's daughter, Rose, was in her crib fast asleep. They were all waiting for Ron and Harry to return from work so they could eat.

"I thought you told Scrimgeour off when he asked if you had planned on working in the department." Ginny said.

"I did." Hermione admitted. "But the Ministry has changed since Kingsley became minister and I think I can do a lot of good in the department."

Ginny nodded. What a Hermione thing to say, she thought. "Well, you know I love taking care of Rosie now that Quidditch Season is over. And I think James likes having someone to play with." Hermione smiled at her sister-in-law.

"And you don't know how much I appreciate it. That was one - "

The roar of the fireplace interrupted the conversation.

"How was work today?" Hermione asked, beaming at her husband as she placed the pot of pasta in the middle of the table. She could tell something was wrong by the look on his face. He crossed the kitchen in two strides and then took Hermione in his arms, kissing her as passionately as he could with his parents watching. "Not that I'm complaining…." Hermione began once he pulled away, "But what was that for?" Ron didn't say anything, just rushed up the stairs. Hermione, looking for an answer, turned to Harry, who had taken James from Ginny and bounced him on his own lap.

"It was a hard day of work." Harry said simply before Ron appeared in the kitchen again, his daughter in his arms.

"Ron?" Hermione asked, curious still. He sat down, Rose on his lap, and Hermione sat down next to him.

"We've been trying to find this guy who had been using the Cruciatus Curse on his wife and daughter for months now. Well we finally tracked him down today, we barged into the house just as he sent the killing curse to them both." He explained, looking down at his daughter, who was smiling. "She was Rose's age, and he killed her." He finished with a whisper. Hermione didn't say anything, just threw her arms around her husband. The group fell into silence, no one really knowing what to say. The first thing to break the silence was the sound of a small child's voice. Hermione let go of Ron and everyone looked down at Rose, who was sitting on Ron's lap, facing him.

"Dada." Rose said, reaching up in an attempt to touch Ron's face.

"Did she just…?" Hermione asked, staring at her daughter with wide eyes. For the past few months, Rose had been making noises, but none of them sounded like real words. At least, not until now.

"I think so." Ron answered, who had the same look on his face that Hermione had. So did the rest of the family watching.

"Dada!" She said again, seeming as though she were mad that she wasn't getting the reaction she wanted out of her father.

"Her first word!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. "This is so exciting. You should write it down." Yet Hermione and Ron weren't paying much attention to her. They were too busy watching their daughter with wide eyes.

"That's right, Rosie, I'm your daddy." Ron said, lifting Rose into the air above his head, causing her to giggle, before he kissed her cheek. He smiled and handed Rose to Hermione, who took the baby and kissed her cheek as well.

"Mum, eat." James said, looking at his mother as he pointed to the food on the table. Hermione was so caught up in her own little world that she nearly forgot the others were even there.

"Oh, yes," she began, handing Rose to Ron, who placed her in her high chair, "Go ahead and eat."

The hours past and, eventually, everyone had returned home. Rose was sitting in her playpen, laughing loudly while she played with her giant teddy bear. With a flick of her wand, the dishes were washing themselves and the dinner table was cleaned up. Hermione was double checking that the water in the sink was hot enough when Ron walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. In one swift move, he turned her around to face him and then they were swaying to the song Ron was humming.

"Why are we dancing in the middle of the kitchen?" Hermione asked with a smirk on her face.

"Because I love you." He answered simply, dipping her backwards. She laughed as he spun her around in a circle and then kissed him.

"I love you too." She said against his lips with a smile. After a few minutes, Hermione stood still and looked at her husband with a serious look on her face. "Ron, there's something we need to talk about."

Ron stopped moving as well, looking a little worried. "Alright. What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." Hermione said. She bit her lip and tried to figure out how to tell him. "I was just thinking....maybe we should give Rosie a little brother or sister." She watched Ron's reaction carefully. They never really discussed having another baby, but they never ruled it out either.

Ron stared at Hermione with a blank expression until her words sunk in and his eyes went wide. "You're not...are you?" He was too much in shock to say the word.

Hermione nodded. "I'm pregnant." Ron beamed and hugged Hermione tightly, lifting her off of her feet and spinning her around in a circle.

"You're excited?" She asked, just to make sure they were on the same page.

"Excited? I'm thrilled! I can't wait to have another baby with you." He said before kissing her. "I'll be happy either way, but I hope it's a boy." Hermione chuckled and kissed him again. Their moment was interrupted, however.

"Dada!" Rose exclaimed from her playpen in the living room.

"She's calling for you." Hermione said with a chuckle.

Author's Note: Aww. =) I've always liked the idea of Rose being a daddy's girl.

Next Chapter: Rose's first steps

~Italian-Princess~