A/N: Sorry it took me a bit longer to update, my computer is stupid! But here you go!

We'll Make it Through This

Over the years since the war it had become a tradition to always meet at the Burrow on Sunday afternoons for lunch. Everyone came, all of the Weasley children, spouses, and grandchildren. Molly and Arthur looked forward to Sunday's each week. They loved spending time with their children and grandchildren and watching them grow up. Today was no different, and everyone was present at the lunch table. There was laughing and joking and many stories being told. Hermione noticed that Ron, however, seemed to be a little more subdued and quiet than he normally was. "He's probably just tired from a long week at work." She thought. Ron had stayed late at work several times this week, "Just been busy…" he would mumble when he came home.

As everyone finished eating they sat around and talked some more when Harry cleared his throat rather loudly. "Yes Harry?" Arthur asked.

"Ginny has something to say." Harry said smiling at his wife.

All eyes turned to Ginny who seemed to be glowing, "I'm pregnant!" she squealed.

Her announcement was followed by much excited chatter and congratulations from everyone except Ron and Hermione. Hermione turned to her best friend with eyes full of tears, "Congratulations Ginny," she choked out.

"Hermione dear, are you all right?" Molly asked concern etched on her face.

Tears started to pour down Hermione's face, "I'm sorry, please excuse me." She said as she backed away from the table and ran outside. Ron immediately got up and ran after her leaving the rest of the family in a stunned silence.

Hermione ran to the big willow tree in the back yard where she collapsed to her knees and buried her face in her hands. "Why?" she whispered, "Why can't it be me?" As she sat there sobbing she felt those familiar muscular arms wrap around her.

"Hermione….."

She turned and buried her face into his chest just weeping like the willow above her. "Ron, I'm happy for her, I really am. But why can't it be us? I want children more than anything in this world. What's wrong? Why do they get to have two and we can't even have one?"

"Hermione…."

"Ron, I just don't understand. The Healer said I was fine so why am I not pregnant. I don't get it."

"Hermione…"

"I mean I know we've done everything right. It's not really something you can mess up is it?"

"Hermione, I need to say something."

With tears still streaming down her face she looked up at Ron, who still had his arms wrapped around her waist.

"Mione, this week when you thought I was working late I was actually at the Healer's. When you said nothing was wrong with you I just had a bad feeling. I had loads of test run and, Hermione, the problem isn't with you….it's me. It's been me all along," he choked out, tears starting to pour down his cheeks.

"You mean…."

"Yes, Hermione, my count is low. I'm the reason we aren't having children, it's all my fault. I can't do it." As Ron said this it was as if they had a complete role reversal, Ron was now the one in tears and Hermione was the one comforting him.

"Ron, it's ok," she whispered as she ran her fingers through his fiery red hair.

"No, Hermione, it's not. You want children and I am incapable of giving them to you. You should just leave me and get re-married. I would understand. It's all my fault."

"No Ron!" she sobbed, "I don't want anyone else! I want you, I've always wanted you!" They just clung to each other sobbing for a long time. After a while Hermione looked up into her husband's tearstained face and, placing her hands on either side of his face, she said "We'll make it through this. I love you." She kissed him softly on the lips, "Let's go home," she whispered.

Ron woke the next morning holding Hermione tightly to his chest on the couch. They had spent the night before talking and weeping together. Ron looked down into Hermione's face as it was nuzzled up into his chest. With his left arm around her waist he reached up with his right hand and lovingly stroked her cheek with his knuckles. He loved her so much, more than he could put into words, yet he had been forced to give her one of the lowest blows of her life. He knew how badly she wanted children, the fact that it was unlikely for him to give her any broke his heart. The words from the Healer were like a relentless bell clanging in his head,

"Mr. Weasley, your counts are very low. You do have a small chance of having children, but it is highly unlikely. Now, as you know, there are other options. You and your wife can adopt or you can have some treatments with Mrs. Weasley to become pregnant although it would not be from you or intercourse. You can talk these options over with your wife and I will be happy to help you anyway that I can. I'm very sorry Mr. Weasley, very sorry….."

The whole time Ron had been sitting in his office he felt as if time was going in slow motion. He couldn't have children. Sure there was a small chance he could, but the Healer made it sound like 99.9 of the time he wouldn't and they would be better off looking into something else. Ron wasn't closed minded to those options at all, but he wanted to produce a child of his own with the wife he loved so deeply. He looked down onto her beautiful face again, "If only…" he thought.

Ron slowly pried himself away from her and got off the couch. He looked at the clock, 6:00 a.m. Ron slid out the back door trying to be as quiet as possible. He walked out into their spacious backyard. When they saw this house they knew the backyard would be wonderful for their kids one day. Ron gazed around, he saw the big oak tree where he thought he would build a tree house one day, and the perfect place for a swing set over by the tall trees, and he knew they all would have loved a pool back here one day. Now though, he wondered if those dreams would ever come true. Ron wanted to figure out a way to have a child of his own so badly. Then he thought of one thing he thought could help them. Ron dropped to his knees on the ground and looked up at the morning sky.

"Um….God, it's uh…..Ronald Weasley….I know I haven't talked to you much over the years, so I'm still kinda new at this. God, um, my wife, Hermione, and I want a baby so badly, but I just found out last week that I only have a small chance of ever fathering a child. God, Hermione is trying to put on a brave face for me, I know it, but I know this is hurting her. I love her so much and would do anything for her. So, here I am, a man who is so broken and shattered and I'm asking you to please, help me father a child with her. I promise to be a loving and caring father and to give that child a good home. Please, help us have a baby. Ummmm……thanks for listening."

As Ron finished and blinked his eyes he realized he had been crying. Wiping away his tears he stood up and turned to walk back into the house. When he looked up he saw Hermione standing in the doorway. "What are you doing out here?" she asked.

"Well, I came out here to think, and I, ummm, was praying."

"Praying?"

"Yeah, I used to pray when I was younger, but after praying today I don't know why I stopped. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders."

"I pray too, Ron. I feel like a lot of times there are things just too big for me to handle."

Ron laced his arms around her waist, "I love you, Hermione."

"I love you too Ron. We're going to make it through this." Ron leaned down and kissed her with the odd feeling that everything would really turn out to be ok.

A/N: I'm not trying to brag on myself or anything, but I cry every time I read this chapter. I guess it's because I want kids really badly and I'm afraid this will happen when I get married. Well tell me what you think! I'm so glad ya'll are enjoying the story and have liked following it. I'm not done with it yet though!!