(A/N: Hey, you guys. I'm sorry I haven't updated in a little while. I could blame it on writers block or be just not having the desire to write. But since I need to update, and my plot bunnies are hopping ever so slightly, I will continue writing this. Though I'm not sure where I'll go with the story after this chapter….
Oh yeah, as I was writing this, I looked back on the chapter where Ron meets Hermione's parents, and I realized I named her mom Rose and since that's not where I wanted Rose Weasley's name to be from (yes, that is who this chapter is about) I will be changing it… and I can do that since this is my story.)
Hermione Weasley saw the signs straight away. She did not even stop to think she might have just eaten bad Chocolate Frogs when she threw up in the mornings. When her stomach got a tiny bit bigger, she did not think she should just start exercising more.
She immediately went to the Healers and her suspicions were confirmed.
Hermione was pregnant with a baby, Ron's baby to be exact.
She was ecstatic; just looking at her face one could see her happiness.
Another thing that made this better was she would not have to go through it alone, Ginny Potter was also pregnant with her and Harry's second child (a baby everyone hoped would not be as much of a handful as baby James).
Since she had taken the day off, she went to Diagon Alley after St. Mungo's.
Parenting was something she did not know much about, the stuff she did know was from watching Mrs. Weasley and all her brother-in-laws and their wives. So, like always, when she did not know something, she went to books.
Soon, she was Apparating to Diagon Alley and walking into the Florish and Blotts.
Hermione walked through the store, going through the maze of books, breathing in the scent of paper (one of her favorites).
The young woman picked out five books about babies (deciding to limit herself), titles ranging from How To Raise A Child: The Witches Guide To Babies to Raising a Quidditch Star (for Ron, of course).
Hermione hauled her load to the counter and dropped them with a dusty thump.
She looked around her stack of books and noticed the older lady smiling at her.
"You're pregnant, aren't you?"
Hermione grinned and nodded.
"Yes, it's quite obvious. Your total is nine galleons, six sickles, and 19 knuts."
After shopping for a few more things in Diagon Alley, Hermione Apparated into the small home she owned with her husband.
She set her bags down near her door and went to go make herself some lunch.
Hours later, Hermione had forgotten about her books and was busy thinking of ways to tell Ron about her pregnancy.
She thought about making him dinner, but Ginny had told Harry that way and he might notice her nervousness. Hermione knew making him guess was pointless since he was clueless with things like this. She thought about just telling him as soon as he got home, but Hermione decided to take it slow since she did not want to freak him out.
Though all her thinking went to waste when Ron came home early.
"'Mione? You home?"
Hermione looked around franticly, trying to think of something quickly while she stood up and walked to the front door.
"Hey, Ron. You're home early," she said, trying to sound casual, as she gave him a kiss.
"Yeah, well I wanted to spend the evening with you since I've been working late all week."
Hermione grinned up at him as she wound his neck, "That's really sweet, Ron. When did you get good at that sorta thing?"
"I think I've been hanging out with you too long," he snickered as he put his arms around her waste.
Ron leaned down, giving her a passionate kiss. When he tried to deepen it, she panicked slightly and pulled away.
"I was, uh, going to make dinner," Hermione said as Ron made a disappointed noise.
"Oh… but I like kissing you better than food."
Hermione turned back to him, disbelief in her eyes, "Ron, I have never heard you say you liked anything more than food, maybe Quidditch, but still."
He smiled sheepishly, "I've always liked you more than food, haven't I told you that?"
She grinned, kissed him for a long moment, before going to the kitchen.
Hermione was about to go into the pantry when Ron called to her from the front entrance.
"Hermione? What are these books for?"
She stopped abruptly, her brown eyes wide, as she straightened up.
She had forgotten to hide the books until she had told him, and now, obviously, he had found them.
"Uh, well," the brown haired Weasley stuttered as she saw him walking through the kitchen door, a book in hand.
"Hermione?"
Hermione closed her eyes as she took a breath, trying to keep her mind calm.
"Well, Ron, I have something to tell you. I went to St. Mungo's today and…."
"'Mione? Are you okay?" Ron asked as he stepped in front of her cupping her face in his large hands.
"Yes, Ron, I'm more than fine. I… well… I'm pregnant," she said, looking into his blue eyes for his reaction.
He stood there for a moment, eyes wide, gaping.
She took the hand on her face into her hands and asked, "Did you hear me?"
Her husband, a look of shock written on his freckled face, made a movement with his head that was between a shake and a nod.
Hermione sighed exasperatingly, "Ronald, I-"
"How did this happen," Ron interrupted, his shock subsiding a little.
"I think you were there, Ron," Hermione smirked.
"Of course I was- I better've been, I- Bloody hell, Hermione! We're having a baby," Ron shouted, letting out a whoop and jumping in the air.
Hermione laughed, seeing his face that read excitement that was more than what she saw after Quidditch matches.
He leaned down and gave her a kiss like no other, letting his happiness pour into it.
Ron then gave her a huge hug, while whispering in her ear, "We're going to be parents, 'Mione, can you believe it?"
She giggled, giving him a nod.
"It'll be more fathomable once I get as big as a house."
"You'll be as beautiful as ever, Hermione." Ron said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you, love. Now, how about we go tell the family, I'm sure your mum will be very happy."
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Hermione winced a little as Mrs. Weasley shrieked and gave her a bone-crushing hug.
"My little Ronny! Having a baby!" She cried.
"I never knew you could do it, Ron," George shouted, earning him a glare from his wife. "To be honest, I was surprised you married him, Hermione, as daft as he is."
Hermione just laughed and gave the disgruntled Ron a kiss.
Ginny came up next and gave her a huge hug, "We get to go through this together! I can share all the good secrets with you! By the way, be sure to stock up on chocolate and pickles."
Harry congratulated his best friends next, the other brothers and sister-in-laws after him.
Mr. Weasley's proud face next to Mrs. Weasley's wet one.
"Harry," Teddy Lupin said as he got to his godfather through the crowd. "Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermy are having a baby, right? Like you and Uncle Bill and Uncle Percy and Uncle George?"
Harry nodded, dreading where this was going, the whole room looking at the scene with amused faces.
"Why do the mommy's tummies get big?"
"Uh… that's where the baby is, Teddy."
"Oh… Aunt Hermy and Ginny ate the babies?"
"No… uh," he snickered, looking around, trying to find some help in the various redheads around but finding nothing in the laughing family.
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"Ron," Hermione started as she lay on her husband's bare chest as they both lay in their bed.
"Hm?"
"Let's go see my parents tomorrow."
"Why?"
"Ron! We need to tell them I'm pregnant!"
"Oh… right. I was just kinda hoping we could send them a letter or something…."
"Ron," Hermione sighed, "we have to go tell them. I'm sure they'll be extremely happy!"
"Yeah if your dad doesn't yell at me for sleeping with you!"
Hermione laughed and kissed his neck, and worked her way up.
When she reached his ear, she whispered, "I think that's worth a few minutes of yelling, don't you?"
Ron smirked and kissed his wife, his doubts leaving his mind.
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"Ron, for Merlin's sake! Relax, my parents like you, why would they take this as bad news? Their only daughter is having a baby, most would call that a good thing," Hermione said with a sigh as she knocked on her parent's door before Ron could protest.
"No, I wasn't expecting anyone, David," the young couple heard Mrs. Granger say from the other side of the door before her face came into view as the large wooden door opened.
Hermione's face lit up as her mom voiced her surprise and delight, the witch hugging her mother while Ron smiled politely behind them.
"Hello, Ronald," Mr. Granger said after Mrs. Granger greeted him and swept Hermione off to the living room.
"Hello, sir," Ron said, keeping everything nice and tactful.
After the small group got seated in the clean living area of the Granger home, Ron nodded to Hermione, telling her he was ready when she was.
"Uh, Mum, Dad, Ron and I have some good- no great news," Hermione stated, her small hand engulfed in Ron's pale ones.
As Hermione paused, Ron saw his parent-in-laws share a quizzical look.
"What is it, Hermione? Were you promoted?"
"No, Mum, better. Ron and I are… we're having a baby," Hermione said with a giant smile.
The Granger's faces were blank for a moment before Mary Granger let out a happy sob and jumped up to hug her daughter and son-in-law.
After a minute, Hermione turned to her father, apparently expecting an exclamation of delight like the one she heard from the rest of her family.
"Hermione, dear, aren't you a little young… I mean, you're at the prime of your career," Hermione's father said as the rest of the people in the room looked at him in disbelief.
"David! Our little girl is having a baby, you should be happy! Anyone in their right mind would be," Mary said, rolling her eyes at her husband.
"Dad, I'm twenty-seven, I think I'm at the perfect age to start a family. I've wanted one forever, and now I'm having one. As for my job, they could never replace me, so it'll be there when I go back," Hermione squeezed Ron's hand as he restrained himself from saying, yelling, anything.
The look on Hermione's father face said that he wanted to disagree more, but the stares he was getting from the women in the room shut his mouth.
"Dad, why are you so against me being with Ron? You were never that happy when we got married and I don't understand it."
David Granger huffed for a moment before saying, "I guess I always imagined you being a dentist when you grew up. I thought you would marry one of my business partner's sons and live a normal life. I think I just never got used to the idea that our daughter lived in a totally different world that us. A world where an eighteen-year-old can make her parents forget about everything and send them to a different continent while a war is going on…."
Hermione sat and stared at her dad, slightly surprised since he had never been the 'share feelings' type. She then stood and went to hug him.
"I know no parent wants their kids to grow apart from them, but I'm happy, Dad. Ron is the best thing that ever happened to me and we're going to have a baby. And it's not like we won't visit! You'll be able to see your grandchild anytime you want," Hermione smiled at the look of comprehension on his face at her use of the world 'grandchild'.
The rest of the evening had gone a lot smoother, the atmosphere relaxing as they talked about family, work, and the like.
Later that night, Ron and Hermione had gone home and were now seated at the kitchen table, cups of tea abandoned on the wooden table.
"Hermione," Ron said into his wife's shoulder as she sat, curled up in his lap, her head on his wide shoulder.
"Hm?" She responded as her hand went to cover Ron's, which has ventured to her stomach.
"I… I'm kinda scared," the redhead paused, thankful his wife was letting him finish his soon to be rant before she spoke," I mean, this is a kid! We'll be raising it, caring for it, making sure it doesn't go and screw up its life…. How are we going to do that? And it's not the same, us babysitting for James or Victoire or Fred or any of the others, this kid will be coming home with us every night…. As weird as it might be, I'm sorta more scared that I was hunting for Horcruxes… not totally though, since my fear for losing you and the others was huge…."
Hermione sat up to look into Ron's eyes, and just stared for a moment, the sincerity clear in his blue orbs.
"Ron," Hermione started, kissing Ron's hand she still held, "I'm scared too, and it's alright to be scared, all parents are. All of your brothers and their wives, Harry and Ginny, and your parents were scared, I'm sure of it. Although we have fears and doubts, I know we'll be great parents. We have many wonderful people to help us through this."
Ron's eyes teared up a little as he kissed Hermione, thanking her without words. Thanking her for being there for anything and everything.
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"Ron?"
"Werr," Ron grumbled into the pillow.
"Ron, do you like the name Rose?"
Hermione was sitting up in bed, looking at the dried up rose on the wall, the one Ron gave her when he proposed.
"What," the sleepy man looked at his wife, her extremely round stomach poking out from her nightgown as it rode up.
"Rose, I like the name Rose… for our baby."
Ron, a little more awake now, his freckled hand splayed across her swollen belly.
"How do'ya know it's going to be a girl?"
"I just know," Hermione said, as if daring him to oppose her, which he had learned not to ever do.
"Alright, yeah… I like that name. Rose Weasley: Keeper for the Gryffindor team, smartest witch in her year, flaming red hair, curly as hell…."
Hermione, deciding not to chastise him for his language, chose something else to point out, "And how do you know she'll be a Quidditch player."
"Oh, she will be."
Hermione snickered as she got up.
"Ron, did you get that strawberry icing and did you make those grilled cheeses?"
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Arthur Weasley had seen this look on all of his other sons, plus Harry, minus Charlie. Although it was not the first time he witnessed it, it never got old. His face always lit up when his offspring's faces glowed.
This was slightly different because it was his youngest son, Ron.
The only time he saw a facial expression even remotely similar to this one on Ronald's face was when Hermione made her way down the aisle.
As Ron held his infant daughter, tuffs of red hair already erupting from her small head, there were too many words one could use to describe what you saw in that certain Weasley's blue eyes.
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"Rosie, it's time for bed."
Ron Weasley poked his head inside his ten-year-old daughter's room.
"Just five more minutes, Dad, please!" The girl was sitting up in her twin bed, a large, worn book in her lap.
Curious, the father made his way over.
"Whatcha reading, Rose?"
"Hogwarts: A History," Rose stated, matter-of-factly.
"Hermione!" Ron yelled.
"What?" Hermione said as she flew in the room, a young boy at her heals.
"You've corrupted our daughter."
