A/N: OK, here's chapter two! Thanks so much for the encouraging comments! Please R&R!

"OI! You lot! Over here!" a male voice shouted.

Then a woman's voice chided him.

"Ron! 'You lot' could mean any group! Hugo! Mums here!"

Lily laughed as Hugo's face turned as red as his dad's (and his) hair.

"Shut up Lily," he grunted as he began walking speedily towards his parents, trailed by James, Albus and Rosie. Lily hung back to say goodbye to GeeGee.

"Have a good Christmas Lils," said GeeGee, giving her a hug.

"You too, Gee," said Lily, returning the hug.

"Oh! And here's your present…and could you give this to James?" GeeGee shoved two packages into her arms. One slightly bigger than the other. GeeGee blushed, as Lily smiled. She had always suspected that she had had a crush on James.

"Will do GeeGee," Lily gave her one final hug and ran to catch up with her family

She ran right up and gave her aunt a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi Aunt Hermione!"

"H sweetie how was the term?" asked Aunt Hermione, pulling away from the hug.

"Pretty good, 'cept Slughorn..." she was cut off by her uncle.

"Oh, so no ones says hello to their uncle anymore?" he demanded, swooping her up in a hug. Lily laughed.

"Hi Uncle Ron," she said. "Can you please put me down?" her arms were pined t her side and he feet were dangling at least two feet of the ground.

"Yeah, sorry," he set her down.

"Did you bring your Mercedes Uncle Ron?" asked Albus. He always loved the charmed Mercedes Aunt and Uncle had. Ron smiled.

"Of course Al,"

"Yes! I call the shotgun!" shouted James, referring to the passenger seat.

"Actually, that would be my seat, Jamie" corrected Aunt Hermione, "You five will be in the back," she stated. Lily gulped.

"ALL of us?" she repeated.

"Yes."

They all groaned. It was a two hour car ride, even with the flying ability. Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron laughed and made their way to the car.

"Move over Hugo, your sitting on my lap!"

"If I could move over, I would, but I can't so shut up!"

"OW! James that was my foot!"

"Suck it up princess!"

"All of you! We're almost there! Can you PLEASE be quiet for five minutes?!" shouted Aunt Hermione, turning around and giving them all The Look, which was similar to the one Lily gave when she was pissed off at someone. They all glared at each other in w ay that Hermione had to laugh.

"Just please, be quiet, we're almost there," repeating what she had already said, Hermione turned around and closed her eyes. She heard some grumbling and a few quiet 'screw offs' but, other than that the kids were silent.

"Thanks," Ron whispered to her. She smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Of course" Suddenly, the car swerved sharply to the right, just before smacking right into a flight of geese. The passengers all slid to the right amidst the cries of 'oof,' and 'Albus, get your fat ass off me!' from James.

"There will be no language like that James Ronald Potter!" cried Hermione, fixing her hair from the turn. The others snickered at the use of James's full name. He sulked and ignored everyone until they reached Hermione and Ron's house. The landing was bumpy and Lily had to hold onto the seat in front of her so she wasn't bounced along like popcorn. Ron turned around at the kids and grinned.

"OK, probably not the best landing you've ever seen, everyone alright?" he asked. His nice and nephew were rubbing sore spots on their bodies, but his own children were laughing, used to their fathers reckless driving.

"Alright, who's hungry?" asked Hermione, climbing out of the car.

"ME!" all of the kids jumped out of the car and ran to the house. Hermione laughed as a huge crash sounded from the kitchen.

"Well, their enthusiastic," commented Hermione, as she and Ron walked up the cobblestone path.

"More like crazy" snorted Ron. Hermione gave him a playful shove.

"Don't you remember when you were young? You always wanted food. They're growing kids, just like you used to say," said Hermione as Ron rolled his eyes.

"Alright, but what was the crash," the words had barley left his lips when they walked in the door, and saw the collection of pots and pans scattered across the floor. Hermione turned to the kids, a glare in her eye.

"Someone care to explain?" she asked, hands on hips. Rosie and Lily were about to open their mouths, fingers already pointing at James, Albus and Hugo before Ron cut in.

"What's the big deal? You said yourself Hermione; they're just kids who want food, just like we were!" Ron shot his wife a smirk of victory before muttering a quick clean-up spell. The pots and pans shot back into the cupboards, but not neatly. Hermione let out a half smile. Even after all this time, he still couldn't perform it properly. She added the second part of the spell and the cooking tools stacked themselves smartly.

"OK, what did you find to eat?" asked Hermione, changing the subject. Rosie pointed to a bag of cookies and a pitcher of milk. Hermione nodded in approval.

"Yes, that's fine. Come on Ron, lets let them goof around for a bit," Hermione went up stairs to their room and got out her book. Ron came and sat beside her on the bed. He rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Which photo album is that?" he asked.

"Fifth year," Hermione answered, turning to the next page. A smile spread across her face.

"Look there's you after you won the Quidditch Cup," her smile increased. "There's Harry and me, in the corner, coming out of the forest. See, were still covered in leaves and scratches,"

"What?" Ron leaned closer and he laughed. "Yup, you're right there," he sighed and kissed her cheek.

"God, that seems so long ago now," He leaned back and rested his head on the bed back board.

"That's because it was, genius" Hermione laughed. Ron rolled over and closed his eyes. He had question on his tongue, but he really didn't want to ask it…make that two actually. He took a deep breath.

"Hermione?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

Hermione turned to look at her husband.

"Course you can," she took his hand.

"Well, there are two things actually," Ron rolled over again and faced her.

"Shoot,"

"Do you ever wish that you married Harry instead of me?"

Hermione face was a mixture of shock and hurt.

"Of course not! Why the hell would you think that was true?"

Ron shrugged, "I dunno, whenever you see him, or see a picture of him, you always go all dreamy when he's around, it just makes me wonder,"

Hermione sighed and squeezed his hand.

"Ron, I'll admit, I did have a crush on him through years 1-5, okay some of six too, but then I realized I loved you. See? Look where we are a home together with two wonderful children," she kissed him gently, "What was the second question?"

Ron began squirming. "Weellll,"

"Just spit it out Ron!"

"Doyoueverthinkabouthavinganotherkid?"

Hermione looked confused.

"Pardon?"

Ron took another deep breath.

"Do you ever think about having another kid?"

Hermione fell off the bed.

"Hermione?" Ron looked over the edge. Hermione was about to answer when they heard a car land in the driveway. Hermione got up.

"Ron, can we talk about this later? Harry and Ginny are here," And with that, she ran from the room.

A/N: Alrightie, There's the second chapter, hope ya like it! Oh, and the other story I have…probably won't continue…hehe…. Chapter 3 will be up soon! R&R!!

MJ