So this is the last chapter. Sorry this story isn't as good as it should have been, but I just needed to get this story told before I could continue. I hope you enjoyed it at least a little.

Eloise moved efficiently, yet Tanya saw no reason to it. She nodded to Jessica and she went across the room to fill a basin full of water. Nobody told Tanya what to do or what not to do. Was she just supposed to observe? She had a feeling Eloise wanted to do something.

Ron's eyes rose and met hers as if he had smelled her. She couldn't look away, could only feel the pain that came from his eyes hitting her right in the chest. She wanted to leave, to run from the room and pretend that she hadn't seen him. What was she supposed to say to him?

Eloise was watching carefully and she knew love when she saw it even if that love was somehow severed. When Tanya placed a hand on her small but growing belly without realizing it, Eloise had to do her best not to say something. But an opportunity like this couldn't be passed up, and she hated to see a woman go through her pregnancy alone.

"You go on and get Mr. Weasley out of here before he passes out on the floor." She told the girl, stopped her before she could argue. "You're not going to do us any good by staying in this small place, get him out of here and work on your bedside manner."

"Please." Tanya's voice dropped so that only Eloise could hear. "I can't talk to him."

"Go, child." Eloise gestured to the door, the last of her patience snapping suddenly. "Get out of my sight and don't come back until you're ready to do what you're told." She knew what she was doing, snapping at her had made her run from the room practically in tears. Which made Ron jump to his feet and go after her. Whether or not he was pissed a man never wanted to see the woman he loved in tears.

He stormed after her, but was faced with Mel in the hallway. "Don't even think about going after her." Her hair was longer, but not as long as it used to be. It was braided at the nape of her neck and somehow she looked stronger than she had only a few months ago.

"Don't stand it my way, girl." He tried to move past her, she shifted. "Listen..."

"No, you listen." Mel's eyes softened but she didn't move out of his way. "You care, but you're unobservant. She's suffering as I'm sure you are. But she feels alone, where as you have all these people around you."

"She doesn't talk to you anymore, does she?" Ron stopped being worried/angry for a moment when he saw the concern in her eyes.

"I'm her lover's best friend's daughter. She doesn't think I'd be on her side in all of this." Mel shrugged, it wasn't like she took it offensively. Tanya knew she cared about Ron like she really was part of his familial circle. "Now you can go." She moved away from the stairwell, "To make things easier for you, I sent her up to your old room."

He went up now, taking the stairs two at the time. When he slammed the door shut behind him, she looked up. She'd been sitting on the bed, trying her best not to freak out. One thing was for sure, she was done crying and she'd moved into anger. "Get the hell out of here."

"No." He shrugged, all ready to pick up that fighting spirit he'd been in a minute or two before. "We're going to talk."

"I don't want to talk to you." She got up and walked to the door, he stopped her. "Let's not do this again." He blocked her again. "Do you remember what happened the last time you stood in my way?"

"You left me standing there with a bloody nose and a shattered heart." He said plainly, something in his eyes told her she was pushing dangerously close to an edge. But she couldn't help it.

"It wasn't your heart I broke, it was your pride." She threw her words out to sting, because something in her own heart stung.

Next thing she knew she was being forcefully grabbed, Ron was all she could see, and all her anger was replaced with both fear and primal excitement. His grip on her was hard and painful but she didn't care. "I was in love with you." His voice growled, his eyes searched hers. "I still am."

"I..." But his lips were already on hers, demanding response, demanding the pent up passion inside her. And when his hands buried themselves in her hair, the last of of her resistance snapped. His mouth moved to assault her neck and she felt the wall against her back. She gasped for breath, her fingers worked at the buttons on his shirt. "...am such an idiot."

He smiled against her neck, moved back up to her mouth. His own hands worked their way under her shirt, tracing her skin and making her tremble. "Of course you are."

Then his hands got dangerously close to her belly and she had to push him away. "We can't do this."

"We already have." He reminded her with a smirk that promised all of the things they'd been working up to.

"And I don't regret it because I love you." She walked away from him, put space between them so that her head could clear and she could tell him. "But we can't just have rough make-up sex against the wall, Ron. Well, you could but I can't."

"Woman, you confuse me." He grinned cheekily at her, tried to take her into his arms but she stepped away. "And I think you confuse yourself."

"Not about this. Sit down, Ron." He did as she asked. She held her hands up. "You don't notice anything different?"

He looked at her carefully. "You've gained a little weight." He shrugged.

"Just like a man." She rolled her eyes and lifted her top so that he could see the roundness, the odd shape of the belly she'd been hiding beneath the loose material. He stared at it without words and when he looked into her eyes there was a kind of awe there. She smiled. "I'm pregnant, Ron, it's yours."

He pulled her to him, kissed her as she fell onto the bed next to him. She was crying, so was he. She laughed when he broke the kiss, buried her head against his shoulder.

"We're having a baby." His grin was bright and genuine. "We're gonna be a family."

She smiled, touched his cheek as something in her heart shifted and made even more room for him. "That is the best thing you've ever said to me."

"It is?" He asked and she nodded. He kissed her tenderly, moved so that she was laying under him. "I have a million more to tell you." He rested a hand on her stomach, kissed her again. "You're never going to doubt for a moment what I feel about you."

A/N: What would you guys think of a David and Mel story??? If nobody reviews, I might not waste my time writing what isn't going to be read. Fair warning.