AN: a short chappie, because im way tired but didnt want to go a weekend without updating. Enjoy if you can, while i go and snooze xo
Disclaimer: harry potter isnt mine.
Hermione sighed over the stack of schoolbooks and parchments on the table in front of her.
What she presumed were tiny twin feet kept hammering her liver, making studying impossible.
Ron finished scribbling an answer and looked up from his armchair beside her.
"What's the matter? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine", grouched Hermione, shifting in her chair.
"I just wish that your children would stop using my organs as trampolines", she muttered, stretching.
"MY children? Hermione, they're our children"
"Well I'M the one that's carrying them!"
"Hermione, you're being unreasonab-"
"YOU'RE being unreasonable!", shouted Hermione, knocking over her pile of books in her haste to get up.
One arm tucked under her belly, she stomped away, muffling tears.
Ron ran a frustrated hand through his hair and stared moodily into the fire.
"Its only hormones dear"
Molly Weasley stoked the fire.
"I cant make her happy anymore", Ron sighed, slumped over.
"Shes just. . It's a very hard time for her, Ron, don't take it personally"
Ron grimaced.
"Just go up there and comfort her. Right now, you need each other", Molly said, picking up the books that were scattered like playing cards across the timber floor.
"Mione? Babies?", Ron asked at the door.
"Both present", Hermione mumbled.
"Please, come here, it'll be okay", Ron said, lieing beside her on their bed and wrapping her in a warm embrace and a rainbow, woolen blanket.
"I just feel so stressed", she whispered into his pale shoulder.
"I know, I understand", Ron said soothingly, stroking her hair, "You're going to be an amazing mother"
They lay in silence, limbs entangled, cheek to cheek.
"Have you thought of any names?", Ron whispered.
"I like 'Rowan'"
"Rowan? Whats a Rowan?"
"Well, it's a type of tree, with red berries. . theres one in my backyard at home"
"A tree"
"Stop laughing you git, it also means 'red-haired one'"
Ron snorted.
"Well it does sound fitting"
'Its nice", said Hermione.
"It is", Ron smiled, pressing a long-fingered hand to her belly.