A/N: I still don't own Harry Potter, Rowling does.
This story, if you haven't noticed, is going to be written in entirely dialogue. I hope you enjoy!
"Ron, are you awake?"
"No. I'm asleep. I'm talking in my sleep."
"Do you think we'll be good parents?'
"We'll be fine, go to sleep Hermione. It's midnight."
"But I can't sleep, I just keep worrying."
"The baby won't be here for another six months, you've got plenty of time to figure it out. Good night."
"Ron?"
"Zzzz, snork."
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"Please, no orange juice. You know it makes me sick."
"It's good for you, mum said so."
"So throwing up my breakfast is good for me?"
"But mum said..."
"Is your mum in our kitchen?"
"No."
"Is your sitting at the table trying to keep the half a bagel she ate down?"
"No?"
"Exactly. So no orange juice!"
"Fine, I'm just trying to look out for you, Hermione. You and our baby. Hey, we should name him after my dad. What do you think?"
"I think it would be confusing, but how about as a middle name?"
"You never like my suggestions."
"I do, just not that one. I'm just not big on the name. It works well for your dad. Besides we don't even know if it's a boy or a girl."
"Only because you don't want to find out. If we knew, we could pick a name. How about Molly for a girl?"
"No. I want our child to have their own name."
"Fine. I'm going out, we need some more groceries."
"I could come with, let me grab my bag."
"I'll be awhile, Hermione, I have some other errands to run, I know you don't like being on your feet for hours. Why don't you floo Ginny and work on decorating the nursery."
"But..."