A/N: This chapter was also a request. I won't be updating for at least a week in a half cause I will be out of the country, so I wanted to make sure this got posted before I left! This chapter is also partially inspired by and episode of "Full House" Also the Snape/Lily one-shot is up so after you read (and review :) this one I would appreciate it if you read that one as well!

The Bet

"Check," Ron said as he and Harry sat in his living room playing a game of chess while Hermione was at work.

Harry sat in silence as he contemplated his next move. Once he had moved his piexe he spoke, "How's Hermione been doing?"

"She's been alright. Really moody. She's happy you and I have the week off because she expects us to work on Hugo's room and get it all ready."

"Great, that's exactly what I wanted to be doing on my week off." Harry chuckled. "Yeah I remember those times. Seems like Ginny was always moody and emotional."

"Daddy?" Ron turned and saw two year old Rose standing next to him. She had apparently awoken from her nap on the couch and was now tugging on his arm wiping her eyes in a sleepy manner.

"Well hey sleepyhead." Ron said as he tugged one of her red pigtails. "Want to help Daddy beat Uncle Harry?" She smiled and nodded as he picked her up and set her on his lap. As Ron made his next move he continued the conversation, "Yeah, I hate this eighth month. She's always complaining. 'My ankles hurt, my back hurts!' Merlin, it can't hurt that badly!"

"Oh, you think so?"

Ron's face froze as he heard his wife's voice coming from behind him. He looked at Harry who looked as if he was trying to decide if he should laugh or run. "Mummy!" Rose cried with delight.

"Ummm, I need to go...Ginny'll need help with the boys." Harry stammered as he grabbed some floo powder and disappeared.

"Hermione," Ron smiled as he turned to face his wife and stood. "You're home early!"

"Oh, don't start. I heard what you said. You think I'm faking don't you?"

Ron propped Rose up on his side, "No, just...honestly Hermione, it can't be that bad."

"It is though! I bet you couldn't handle a stomach like this for twenty four hours!"

"I bet I could." Ron said smugly.

"Yeah right."

"If there was a way to do it I'd prove it to you!"

Hermione walked over to the couch and grabbed a pillow and pulled her wand from her pocket. After muttering a few words she came back with a replica of a stomach with straps. "This weighs the same amount as mine. Strap it on and let's see how long you last."

Ron eyed the odd looking contraption, "And what happens if I make it for twenty four hours?"

"If you make it I will never make you proof read my articles about house elf rights ever again, but if you lose you will have to read five muggle novels of my choosing."

"Five? Hermione, isn't that a bit much?"

"I don't think so." Hermione said shaking her head.

Ron thought for a moment. He completely loathed those house elf articles. "Make it three muggle novels and you have a deal." he said extending his right hand.

"Deal." Hermione said shaking Ron's hand firmly. She handed Ron the make shift stomach and once he had it fastened she smiled. "The time starts now, it's five o'clock, let's see if you make it. I do believe tonight was your turn to make dinner." She smiled as she took Rose's hand, "Call us when it's ready!"

Ron groaned as he walked toward the kitchen.

"Daddy funny!" Rose laughed as she pointed at Ron's stomach.

"Yes Rosie, but I don't think Daddy will look funny for long!" Hermione chuckled.