a/n. Well thank you once again to all my reviewers. I hope you like this chapter. I had a bit of writer's block so i am sorry for not updating sooner. but hey a few bad days at work do wonders for my writers block. I think this is actually my longest chapter yet. Woo HOO. So read, review and enjoy and don't hate me for the sadness, it had to happen for possible happiness later. ;) Please Review. and Yeah I still don't own anything...oh well.
Chapter 4.
Hermione turned the knob and walked into her dark house. Walking in she magically lit the house and an onslaught of memories attacked her. She usually fought them off and saved them for her walks, but she now knew it was time to face them.
Flashback
"Ron? Ron? RON? Where are you? I have news. RONALD!!!" Hermione was yelling for her husband of 2 years. She knew he had to be home, she also knew he was probably sleeping or ignoring her.
"Hermione, what in the bloody name of all goodness are you yelling for?"
"Ron, whatch your mouth first of all. And second of all I have news for you" Hermione said beaming at him.
"What is your news? It must be good I've only see that smile on your face three times. The night I first kissed you, the night I asked you to marry me, and our entired wedding day and night that smile I think was continous" replied Ron with a wink.
They sat down on the stairs, the third stair up to be exact. They had a perfectly good sofa in a perfectly beautiful parlor but they always sat on the third stair up when ever they talked after coming in. So that is where they now sat.
"Ron, remember I told you I had to go and see about a test I had run today after work?"
"Yes, love, I remember."
"Well I got the results back. And round about June we will be having a baby."
"We're what? Are you sure? Should you be sitting on the floor? Do you need to lay down? You can't do anything. You need to quit working an do nothing but rest. An...." He was then cut off by a kiss from Hermione.
"Sorry, Mione I guess I got carried away there."
"It's ok Ron, I know you are excited."
Ron finally let the news sink into his head that Hermione really was going to have their baby. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. They sat their and talked about names, and what color the nursery should be.
" I like pale green for the nursery. It just make sense. It is a color that can be for a boy or a girl. What do you think Ron? Ron? Hello, Ron?"
"What? Oh, yeah, green for the babies room. Sounds great."
"What were you thinking about?" She was leaning against his chest and he had her hand on her stomach.
"Oh I was thinking of names. There are names I have always liked, always dreamed of having for a babies name."
"What are they? I want to know."
"Natasha Victoria for a girl and Terence Matthew for a boy."
"Oh I love them. That will be our names."
She tilted her head back and kissed him. That is when he quickly swooped her up and started up the stairs. "And what exactly do you think you are doing Mr. Weasley?"
"I, Mrs. Weasley, am going to carry you up to our room where I am going to proceed to make love to you to celebrate. Then tomorrow we shall take the day off and go and share the news with our family."
"Oh, I do like your thinking Mr. Weasley."
end flasback
The tears started to flow down her cheeks. She didn't move to wipe them away, nor did she try to stop the memories that were coming to her now. She needed to face them, she had needed to for a long time. She didn't move from where she was either, she stayed on the third step. "Their" step and faced the memories she had fought for so many years.
flashback
"Mione? Mione? Mione, why are you crying?" Ron had just apparated in from work and found Hermione sitting on their step crying her eyes out.
"Ron...Ron...I...I...had a miscarriage" she managed to say between sobs.
"NO!!" was all Ron could get out as he sank down beside her on the stairs, took her in his arms and cried with her. Their tears forming a puddle together.
He once again carried her up to bed that night. This time he held her in his arms and they cried themselves to sleep. She cried most of the night and he held her close to him soothing her, carressing her hair, doing nothing more than loving her.
end flashback
She was sobbing now. She hadn't cried like this since the night Ron had disappeared. She rose up and walked up the stairs and into her room. She took off her clothes and put on her night gown. She climbed into bed wrapped her arms around Ron's pillow and cried herself to sleep. It was the first night in five years she had slept in their bed.
