A/N- I want to thank all of you; who read, who favorited and followed, and especially those who took the time to comment. I can't tell you how much I appreciate all of your support. This really was my first foray into creative writing, and I am encouraged to go on (at least in terms of fan fiction). I have other fics circling around in my head, so stay tuned!

Update- I have posted the beginning of a multi-chapter fic; One in the Same, and there will be more :)

New Ronmione fic- The First Year

Enough about me...

~Dot

Epilogue

For the first time in her life, Hermione felt relaxed in a hospital bed. The birth had gone unreasonably well, with Ron and Molly rooting her on. She was grateful for Molly's (who insisted on being called mum) expertise and calmness. Though she knew she couldn't have done it without Ron. He held her hand throughout it, reminding her that he would always be there. Of course, the pain potions didn't hurt either.

Mum had left for a bit to give Ron and Hermione time alone as a family. Ron was holding their daughter, entranced in her existence. Hermione supposed the hospital could be on fire, and he wouldn't notice, he was so focused. She glanced down at her wedding ring, shining in the light from the window. She could easily remember each minute detail of their wedding day; as if it happened yesterday.

They had decided not to postpone their wedding until after the birth. After all, they really had been waiting for so long. They married not a month after their engagement. Hermione expected that the news would send mum into a frenzy, but she was calm, having had planned many a quick wedding. The timing was ideal partially because Hermione would not be showing; though the news of her pregnancy had spread like wildfire- everyone seemed to know as soon as they told the Weasleys. It was also ideal because they would be wed on their anniversary; July first.

The wedding took place in their back garden, taking inspiration from the beautiful flowers that adorned it. The bouquets had been picked from their garden, flowers lined the make-shift grass aisle, Ginny even added flowers to Hermione's hair, giving her an ethereal fairy-like look. Harry walked her down the aisle before he took his place as best man next to a shaky, teary-eyed Ron. They stood overlooking the lake, her simple lace dress blowing slightly in the wind.

She had felt jittery and nervous up to that moment. Though she blamed it on the pregnancy. But, as soon as she took Ron's hands she was instantly at peace. She was going to spend the rest of her life with this man whom she loved so much, who had been through so much and had made it through. Together. Their friends and family cheered when they kissed for the first time as husband and wife. It was the best day of Hermione's life. Before today, that is.

Not much time had passed after the wedding before Ginny announced that she, too, was pregnant. Hermione took so much joy from this announcement; not only were Harry and her family, now their children would be raised together, go to Hogwarts together- just like they had.

Ginny had a harder time with maternity leave than Hermione did, and the two of them spent plenty of time together commiserating. Ginny wanted desperately to be back on a broom, and Hermione couldn't help but miss her work as well. The day before she left, her and Ophelia's bill passed, much to Hermione's relief. But, there still was so much more to do. Hermione was not known for her patience, but now that she finally had her baby, she supposed she wouldn't have much time to dwell on it.

"Hand her over," she said to Ron.

Ron looked reluctant but handed Hermione their daughter.

They had spent months agonizing over what to name her. Names were incredibly important, as Hermione had come to appreciate after her memory loss. They wanted her to have a meaningful name, one that demonstrated all that happened for her to be here. Of course, Hermione insisted, her name also needs to be easy to pronounce. Eventually, they landed on the perfect name; Rose. Something so delicate and beautiful, but only becomes so with the help and support of others.

Hermione held Rose in her arms. She couldn't get over how small she was; she could easily be held in one of Hermione's arms. Her face was smushed in restful sleep; an unruly red curly tuft of hair peeking out of her cap.

"She's wonderful," Ron said as he leaned over to kiss Hermione.

"She is," Hermione agreed, gently brushing her fingers over Rose's cheek. This woke Rose, causing her to yawn a yawn so wide it took up over half of her tiny face. But Hermione didn't care. It meant that she could see her favourite feature of her daughters- Rose has her father's eyes.