Chapter Twelve
Hermione's POV
I fell onto my bed, sobbing. I felt like a little kid. Why was he so angry? Well, he deserved to be angry! I had just left with his kid and never told him a thing. He deserved to be mad. I had been a terrible person to do that and not tell him anything. And after 9 years I had still been trying to avoid it. I heard the door to my room creak open, and Kira walked in.
"Mummy?" she said, walked towards my bed. I tried to wipe my tears away.
"Yes, honey?" I said, smiling a big fake smile.
"Mummy, what's wrong?" she asked, climbing onto my bed.
"Nothing, honey. Mummy's fine." I said.
"Then why was someone screaming?"
"We just got into a little argument. But everything's fine. Go back to bed, honey."
"Can I sleep next to you?"
"No, I have guests to take care of. Go on. Run off to bed."
"Good night, mummy." she said.
"Good night."
As Kira ran out of the room, Ron walked in. He couldn't take his eyes off that child until she closed the door to her bedroom.
I sighed and looked away. I didn't want him to be here. Not now. I needed my space. I didn't even know what to say to him.
He sat down at the foot of my bed and put his hand on mine.
"Listen," he started, "I know I was a bit…harsh, but you can only imagine how much of a shock this has been for me."
I nodded, feeling the tears gathering again.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he said, almost in a whisper.
"Because I was afraid of what you would think." I said honestly. "I wasn't ready for it, and I can assume that neither were you. I was afraid of what your reaction would have been."
"So…that's why you had been avoiding me. And that's why you left."
I nodded.
"Mione, you should have just told me. I would have supported your decision. You should know that." he said, pulling me into a hug.
"But I didn't." I sobbed into his chest.
"Don't cry, Hermione. Please." I looked up into his eyes. How long it had been since I had really looked into those wonderful eyes.
"Okay." I whispered. He wiped my eyes and kissed me.
"Ron, you shouldn't." I said, pushing him away. "You have a girlfriend who's sitting downstairs and probably has absolutely no idea what's going on. You should be kissing her, not me." I said.
Ron sighed.
"Hermione, I never looked at any other girl the way that I looked at you. And I don't think I ever will." he said. He started kissing me again.
"Ron, please. We can't do this…not here. Not now. This has been so much for one day…please." I said.
"Okay." he said. He kissed me on the forehead and walked back downstairs.
"I think we should go." I heard him say.
"You got her pregnant?" I heard Leah screech. The door slammed.
They were gone.