Hermione quickly pulled on some light pink sweatpants and a white see
through tank top with a black bra, after taking a quick shower. After
slipping on some fluffy white slippers she ran downstairs to start dinner
for the two boys that would be home shortly.
*Let's see, what could I cook?* Hermione searched through the presses and pulled out a package of Rice Pilaf and ran over to the stove and turned it up to medium while she took out a pot and began filling it with warm water. She placed the pot on the burner and poured in the package of rice and left out the small package of seasoning to add after the water boiled. *Now for some protein. Hm, we could have some beef-oh gross, this is so out of date! It smells like barf!* Hermione tried to swallow down the gagging feeling in her throat and buried her nose in the crook of her elbow while her other hand held out the package of old steaks. She threw the bad meat into a plastic bag and double knotted it before throwing it in the bin. *Well seeing as steak is out of the question, I'll just have to make chicken.* So, Hermione pulled out the wok from under the lower cabinet and put it on the stove and poured in some olive oil and began washing and slicing the chicken up, while waiting for the oil to begin sizzling. She poured in the seasoning into the rice and lowered the heat and set the timer for 25 minutes. She added the chicken to the oil and began slicing red, green, and yellow peppers, carrots, onions, string peas, and water chestnuts, and crushed some garlic. After the chicken had been fried she took it out and let it sit on some paper towels to drain the chicken from the excess oil and threw in the veggies and added black bean sauce and Soy sauce to the mix. She walked over to the press above the water cooler and took out plates and glasses and grabbed 3 sets of forks and knifes and began setting the table.
Ron Weasley hurried up the stairs to his girlfriend's apartment. Stella had called and told him she had big news for him. Ron cupped his hands and blew his warm breath into them before ringing the door bell. His girlfriend quickly answered.
"Hi, how was work?" Stella nervously smiled and tried to act as calm as possible.
"It was ok, I went to the doctor today for my physical, and I got some..uh.big news." Ron grabbed her forearms alarmed.
"Is everything ok?" He was starting to get a lump in his throat.
"Sort of, why don't you come in, I'd rather tell you when you're sitting down." Stella moved out of the way for Ron and gently closed the door after he stepped into the threshold. She followed him into her living room and made herself comfortable on the cream couch, but Ron continued to stand.
"Ron, come here." Ron walked over to where she was sitting and sat down facing her and grabbed a hold of her hands.
"Ron, if something happened to me, would you stand by my side?"
"100 %, you shouldn't even have to ask." Stella smiled at him and bit her lip.
"Well, just know that what I'm about to tell you isn't easy for me, and I also want you to know, that it's not just affecting me, it's affecting both of us." "Stella, please just tell me." Ron smiled at her, but Stella turned away from him. "Stella?"
"Ron, I'm pregnantwithyourchild." Stella whispered quickly.
"What?"
"Ron, I'm pregnant, with your child." She continued to look away until she felt his hands loose contact with hers. She knew this would happen. How stupid could she have been to think he would want something like this? He was successful and he was going places, he wouldn't want a baby now, especially out of wedlock. She was a nurse for god's sake, she should have known about taking precautions! When she didn't hear anything for a few minutes she turned and saw Ron passed out on the couch.
"Ron!"
*Let's see, what could I cook?* Hermione searched through the presses and pulled out a package of Rice Pilaf and ran over to the stove and turned it up to medium while she took out a pot and began filling it with warm water. She placed the pot on the burner and poured in the package of rice and left out the small package of seasoning to add after the water boiled. *Now for some protein. Hm, we could have some beef-oh gross, this is so out of date! It smells like barf!* Hermione tried to swallow down the gagging feeling in her throat and buried her nose in the crook of her elbow while her other hand held out the package of old steaks. She threw the bad meat into a plastic bag and double knotted it before throwing it in the bin. *Well seeing as steak is out of the question, I'll just have to make chicken.* So, Hermione pulled out the wok from under the lower cabinet and put it on the stove and poured in some olive oil and began washing and slicing the chicken up, while waiting for the oil to begin sizzling. She poured in the seasoning into the rice and lowered the heat and set the timer for 25 minutes. She added the chicken to the oil and began slicing red, green, and yellow peppers, carrots, onions, string peas, and water chestnuts, and crushed some garlic. After the chicken had been fried she took it out and let it sit on some paper towels to drain the chicken from the excess oil and threw in the veggies and added black bean sauce and Soy sauce to the mix. She walked over to the press above the water cooler and took out plates and glasses and grabbed 3 sets of forks and knifes and began setting the table.
Ron Weasley hurried up the stairs to his girlfriend's apartment. Stella had called and told him she had big news for him. Ron cupped his hands and blew his warm breath into them before ringing the door bell. His girlfriend quickly answered.
"Hi, how was work?" Stella nervously smiled and tried to act as calm as possible.
"It was ok, I went to the doctor today for my physical, and I got some..uh.big news." Ron grabbed her forearms alarmed.
"Is everything ok?" He was starting to get a lump in his throat.
"Sort of, why don't you come in, I'd rather tell you when you're sitting down." Stella moved out of the way for Ron and gently closed the door after he stepped into the threshold. She followed him into her living room and made herself comfortable on the cream couch, but Ron continued to stand.
"Ron, come here." Ron walked over to where she was sitting and sat down facing her and grabbed a hold of her hands.
"Ron, if something happened to me, would you stand by my side?"
"100 %, you shouldn't even have to ask." Stella smiled at him and bit her lip.
"Well, just know that what I'm about to tell you isn't easy for me, and I also want you to know, that it's not just affecting me, it's affecting both of us." "Stella, please just tell me." Ron smiled at her, but Stella turned away from him. "Stella?"
"Ron, I'm pregnantwithyourchild." Stella whispered quickly.
"What?"
"Ron, I'm pregnant, with your child." She continued to look away until she felt his hands loose contact with hers. She knew this would happen. How stupid could she have been to think he would want something like this? He was successful and he was going places, he wouldn't want a baby now, especially out of wedlock. She was a nurse for god's sake, she should have known about taking precautions! When she didn't hear anything for a few minutes she turned and saw Ron passed out on the couch.
"Ron!"