Ron fell back against the hard brick wall and slid down, putting his head in his hands. Normally when he and Hermione fought he knew, deep down what to do to make it right, this time he really had no clue. He couldn't go back into that hospital, it would only make things worse. He could apologize but he wasn't sure he was all that wrong in what he had said. In fact he was positive that he was being completly rational when he told her that she needed to take it easy and think about that baby.

Hermione insinuating that he wouldn't care if they lost the baby killed him. She was right, things would have been a tad less difficult if she hadn't gotten pregnant but now...he wouldn't change anything. Why was this all so hard?

"Ron?"

He looked up in suprise to see his father standing in front of him.

"I thought that was you, what are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" Ron asked, not wanting to fess up just yet.

"Jermome Langcaster had a nasty accident with an exploding bar stool. You're mother insisted I pay him a visit."

"Oh."

"Ron..."

"Hermione she had a little spell and I brought her here."
"Is sh..."

"She and the baby are just fine."

"Then why are you out here?"

"We had a fight. A bad one...she asked me to leave." Ron looked down at his hands.

"I see." His dad sat down on the ground next to him. "What about?''

"At first, it was about her cutting back on things. Trying to relax a little and then...she accused me of not caring if something happened to the baby." He took a deep breath and continuted, "I screamed, she screamed and then she told me to leave, and I don't think she meant just to leave the room."

"You and Hermione fight all the time..."
"You don't get it dad! She thinks I could care less if we lost...If something happ..." He couldn't even continue. He didn't want to think of the possibility of losing his daughter before he even got to meet her.

"Ron, I'm going to tell you something that nobody but you're mother knows. I don't want you to repeat it, even to her, understand?"
"Yes."

"When Bill was just ten months old, your mum got pregnant again."

"But Charile wasn't born untill two years after Bill."
"I know that."

Ron looked at his father, reading the signs of pain on his face. How come they never told any of them this?

"We don't know exactly what happened but about three and a half months into the pregnancy you're mum lost the baby. I think it tore me apart even more than you're mum and one night it all came to a head."

"What do you mean?"

"I did the same thing you are doing now. If you think you get your hot-headedness from you're mother your sorely mistaken."

"How long?"

"It took me about a month to come to my senses."

"And mum took you back, just like that?" Ron asked, slightly skeptical.

"No, the night I came back we had it out. Locked the door and fought, screamed, cried. We got everything out and didn't leave the room untill we did. Ron you love Hermione right?''

"Yes."
"And you want this baby?"

"Yes."
"Then lock yourselves in and get it all out, because in the long run you walking away isn't going to do any good. For you, for Hermione or for your baby."
"Daughter." Ron corrected.

"What?"
"The baby is a girl. We were going to tell you all on Sunday but...with everything that has happened..."

"Ron, don't wait on this."

"Thanks dad."

His father clapped him on the back, "Your welcome, son. And, we'll see you Sunday."

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Somehow Hermione had managed to make it back to the flat. She half expected to step out of the fireplace and see Ron standing there, but he wasn't. How could he just leave like that? Because you told him to! Her mind said, in a rather mean tone. She really didn't think he would actually leave, she really didn't want him to leave. In fact, she wasn't sure what she wanted.

As she had watched him walk out of the hospital room her mind screamed, "Wait, stop. Don't go! Stay! I didn't mean it!" But she couldn't get the words to come out of her mouth. And now she had really screwed up, she had made him leave, it was her fault. All he was doing was trying to get her to be safe, and she attacked him. Hermione walked around the flat looking in rooms, hoping to find him hiding somewhere. The last room she came to was the nursery. Ron had gone all out, painting it pink and charming the bunnies on the boarder. They hadn't gotten any furniture yet, except the rocking chair that Molly had insisted she take with her.

Hermione sat down in it and tried to bite back her tears. Deep down she knew how much risk she had, or was putting the baby in, she just didn't want to belive it. She had pushed it into the back of her mind, and tried to ignore it. What kind of person did that? It was certainly something that she thought she would never do.

"Hi." Someone whispered from the doorway and Hermione looked up tp see Ron standing there.

"Hi." She whispered back, not meeting his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"Locking us in." He turned around and closed the door, locking it, like he said. "And getting everything out in the open."

"What?" She was very confused. Why did he lock the door?

"Niether of us leaves untill this is fixed." He said.

"I really don't want to do this...now...or here."

"That's too damn bad, because as much as you want us to fail, I want us to work."
"I don't want us to fail!"

"Then why did you ask me to leave?" Ron asked.

"I don't know." Hermione said in a low voice, almost so he couldn't hear her.

"Yes, you do. No lies, Hermione. I want the truth, and all of it. Don't gloss over anything."
"You're just such a wonderful man. You're always thinking about me first or standing right by or in front of you're friends and family. You don't deserve this."
"I don't deserve to have a child?"
"No, you don't deserve to have all you're dreams cut short just because I got pregnant."
"I seem to remember playing a part in that as well." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

His dad was right, they needed this. She had to have been thinking this all along, it didn't seem like a new thought. He wasn't exactly the greatest communicator, and it was interesting to have the roles reversed. Hermione had, for the most part, been very open about her feelings on...well...everything. Ron was really suprised that she hadn't made this known earlier. "What about you're dreams?" He asked.

"What about them? It dosn't matter anymore, I've got to be mum."

''And I've got to be dad, that dosn't mean we have to give up on everything. Can I ask you something?"

She nodded.

"Are you sorry you got pregnant?"

"That's not fair..."

"No, it isn't, but I'm still asking." He said.

"Sometimes I'm...disappointed that I don't get to do certain things because I'm pregnant, but I'm not sorry. Are you?"
"No." Ron answered quick and sure. "I want this baby Hermione, I have from the begining. '' She did know that right?

"It's good to know."

"What do you want?"

"It dosn..."
"It does matter, tell me."

Hermione seemed to be debating with herself, she opened and closed her mouth several times before anything came out. "I want you." Her lip trembled and tears spilled over onto her cheeks, "I want my daughter to have her father, I want to make the best of this with you..."
"Is there some reason we can't do that?" Ron asked, clearing his throat.

"Ron, we are so young, these things never work out."
"Then let's be the exception." He said, taking a few steps toward her, and brushing away some of her tears. "Hermione, let's face it, you and I aren't exactly the most easy going of people." She laughed a little.

"We are stubborn, we don't follow the rules, as much as you would like to tell people you do. You and I, we can find a way around pretty much everything that is thrown at us...why not this?"

"We're still going to fight."
"Yes, if we didn't it wouldn't be us."

"But, no more leaving?" She looked into his eyes and he knew, at that exact moment things were going to be okay. It was like a wave of content washed over him and he felt like he could finnally do right by her...them.

"No more leaving." Ron agreed and pulled her to him. "No more doubting, no more hiding anything."

"Deal."

A/N: I LOVED writting this chapter lol! I hope you all love reading it!

Next Chapter: Sunday dinner suprises.