"Rose"
By: Jean Lyons
This morning, Hermione said she was feeling a bit queasy. But she said this with possibly the brightest smile I've seen on her since our wedding last year. I'm not completely stupid. I know what that means. She's happy because she's just learned that we're finally going to have a baby. She hasn't actually told me this yet, but I know. She's been sitting at her desk all day trying to focus on work, but she always winds up staring out the window, smiling. The sunlight, combined with that dreamy look, makes her glow. I fixed her lunch and brought it over to her, something I never do. I think she knows I know.
I can't bring myself to tell her how absolutely terrified I am of becoming a father. She looks so happy. But what am I supposed to do with a kid? I don't know anything about them. The last time I was around a baby regularly was when Ginny was one. And I was, too, so that doesn't really count, does it? What if I'm horrible at it? What if I drop him/her? Hermione would never forgive me!
She sees me staring at her. I really need to get better at controlling my face.
"What's the matter?" She asks.
"You're pregnant, aren't you?" Didn't mean it to come out like that…
"Well…" She's having trouble saying anything, but that smile tells me all I need to know. Finally, she nods excitedly. I give her a fierce hug. I just know that even if I'm crap at parenting, she's going to be wonderful at it.
She spends the rest of the day at her desk unable to work, just glowing and smiling out the window. She's so beautiful. I spend the rest of the day staring.
Finally, it's dark outside and she's given up on getting anything done. We're sitting up in bed thinking, unable to sleep and unable to interrupt our thought to talk. It's just quiet for awhile. She leans her head on my shoulder and sighs happily.
"I'm happy, Ron," she says.
"Me too."
"I love you, Ron."
"Love you, too."
"I think we should call her Rose."
"What makes you think it's a girl?"
"It's just a feeling, I suppose."
"You know it's impossible to tell at this point."
"I know, but all the same… I think it's a girl. A girl named Rose."
I place my hand on her abdomen where, those who don't know any better, wouldn't know there is a tiny person. But I knew. In there was the beginning of a son or daughter. The beginning of a family. We just sit there in the wonder of life.
"I'm just so happy, Ron," she says before finally dropping off to sleep.
This one was from "Glad She's A Woman" by Bobby Goldsboro. It's all fluff and I realize that Ron is a bit (and when I say "a bit," I mean "a lot") more sentimental than normal, but I think it's kind of cute.
"Glad She's A Woman"
As she sits by the window
She's busy with work
But her mind isn't on what she's doin'
She thinks back to morning
The feeling she had
And she's glad she's a woman
And you can see the glow
On her face and in her eyes
You can see she's changing everyday
From the little girl I married
From a girl into a woman
Late at night when I'm sleepin'
She'll tug at my side
Wake me up just to tell me she's happy
I put my hand on the life she carries inside
Then she smiles and says, "Hello, Daddy"
And my heart could almost burst
From the love she brings to me
I can see she's changing everyday
From the little girl I married
From a girl into a woman
And I'm glad she's a woman
