A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Word Count: 617

"Stop talking and listen for a moment!" Pansy screamed, throwing yet another soft toy at Ron's head. She had just returned from an appointment with her mediwitch. Ron hadn't been able to attend because of work. It was supposed to just be a routine appointment. Things hadn't gone quite as planned as he'd discovered when he'd walked into their house. It had taken nearly half an hour to get Pansy to stop just screaming and actually use her words.

"What's there to listen to? You shrieking like a deranged harpy?" he asked, catching the toy and setting it aside. He wondered when they'd bought a stuffed owl for their future child. He didn't remember buying that particular animal.

"Ron!" Pansy exclaimed, wondering how her husband could be so calm.

Ron laughed, shaking his head. He'd learned how to deal with Pansy's outbursts fairly quickly into their dating and then marriage.

"Pans, calm down. It's not the end of the world. We'll just have to figure out a few more details, and then everything will be fine," he promised. Pansy glared at him, her mascara and eye shadow having run down her cheeks from crying. Ron, now sure she was out of ammo, crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her. She buried her face into his jumper, sniffling loudly.

"It's just... we had everything planned out. We have the perfect name! We had everything just right and now... now they tell us we'll have to change everything?"

"You knew twins ran in my family, Pans."

"The stupid healers said there was only one heartbeat!" Pansy snapped, raising her head. Ron managed to pull her face to his and kissed her.

"They were wrong, but we can make this work. For all we know, the second one might be a girl?"

"True, but then the nursery would be the wrong color," Pansy sniffed. She'd grown up in a home where everything meant something. Every little splash of color was perfectly placed for a reason. The furniture was arranged to promote health and wellness, as well as be astetically pleasing. Ron's haphazard approach to putting things where ever, his nonexistent caring about how things looked, as long as he liked it, had been difficult for her at first. She'd spent almost the whole first night in their new place rearranging the furniture.

"Pansy, green's never the wrong color. Remember? It promotes wealth and health? Our babies will be healthy and wealthy in the love we will give them, no matter what," Ron promised. Pansy blinked.

"Wait, you actually paid attention when I talked about the colors I'd chosen and why?" she asked in disbelief.

"Of course I did. I may not believe in most of it, but it's important to you and therefore, I will at least try to understand. Now, the crib is big enough for two newborns, we can buy them separate beds as they grow. Or one can sleep in the bassinet in the living room, give them some distance from the start?"

"You're right," Pansy whispered, staring into her husband's brown eyes. "They are going to grow up so loved," she smiled, kissing Ron as he held her, thinking about what this new information meant for his future and the future of his family. He knew his mum would want to know the names they'd selected as soon as possible to start on the newest Weasley twins' first set of Weasley jumpers. For now, being there for his wife, not matter how trivial the reason for her freak outs were, was the most important thing in the world to Ron. He would always be there for Pansy, no matter what life threw at them.