A/N: You guys...I am soo sorry for not updating! I'm terribly sorry! My family were moving to the new house and the internet cable guys hadn't showed up until like a week ago. Then I had my mid-terms, tests, and the usual: homework! But thank you ver very very much for the 20 reviews that I've received! So now, on with the story...

They landed on the four's kitchen and found a very frustrated Harry and Hermione trying to calm him down. With five pops that signifies the arrivals of his family, Harry stood up from the couch and before he said anything, a swarm of red hair attacked him with a tight hug.

"Harry! I'm very sorry! I just...I just...I don't know...I'm so sorry!" sobbed Lily as she hugged her one and only son.

"Yeah, one word: Why?" asked Harry.

Lily let herself off her son and everyone sat on the couch. All eyes were on Lily as she started to explain.

"It was too extemporaneous! Harry, you are my oldest son, my firstborn, and my one and only boy. You are eighteen years old and you want to get married! I know Hermione is a brilliant and charming young lady for you, but it really was a surprise! But then I came to realization that I don't want to be like my parents-they were trying to hold my wedding off, remember, James?"

"Mmhm," James mumbled, putting his arm around his wife.

"And I don't want to be like them. I promised myself the day you and Chelsea were born, that I will do whatever it takes to get you both to live a happy life. Even if that means...letting you off married at the age of 18," said Lily at last.

A big smile spread accross Harry and Hermione's faces and they tightly hugged Lily. Tears of joy wetted Lily's face and she smiled at her husband, who lightly kissed her forehead.

"Good job, Mum," said Chelsea with a supportive smile. Ron also smiled and pulled Chelsea to his chest and hugged her.

"So, what do you think?" whisperred Chelsea to Ron.

"Of what?" Ron replied

"This darling family of mine" said Chelsea sarcastically.

"I've known you lot for what...seven going on eight years now? You still don't know what I think of your family? I love your family, you know that," said Ron

"Don't you think we're a weird bunch?" said Chelsea

"Well...every now and then, yes, maybe," confessed Ron, slightly scarred that Chelsea might yell at him.

"I think that all the time," said Chelsea with a smile.

James got up from the couch and off the hugs and rested his arms on Ron's and Chelsea's shoulders.

"What's up with you two, then? Any marriage plan?" asked James casually. Both Chelsea and Ron blushed and Chelsea hissed, "Dad..."

"What? You've been together for what now? Two years?" teased James.

"Daddy..." whispered Chelsea to her father.

"Yes love?" replied James, still beaming

"Can I see you for a minute?" she replied.

"Hang on, honey..." but James did not finish his sentence. Chelsea pulled him to the kitchen.

"What in the name of Merlin was that!" exclaimed Chelsea to her father.

"I was just teasing you guys!" protested James.

"Well, Dad, this isn't really the time for teasing two eighteen year olds about marriage!"

"Sorry, jeez! I just thought since your brother's getting married you'd be in a hurry too!"

"Where are you getting all this from?" asked Chelsea, still halfway yelling.

"You and Harry are so much alike! Quidditch, stubborn, bad liars, pranks..."trailed James.

"Of all people, Dad, you've raised us for 18 years and you think we're alike..." sighed Chelsea.

"Sorry just...I thought..." apologized James. He hugged his daughter.

"Do you want me to get married or something?" whispered Chelsea to her father as he hugged her.

"Why would you ask that?"

"Well, you're not teasing us for no reason, are you?"

"Just seeing if you're planning to step up with Ron, that's all."

The father and daughter beamed at each other and went back to the living room when Chelsea stopped halfway to the living room.

"Dad, can i ask you something?" asked Chelsea

"Anything." smiled James.

"What will you do if Ron and I were getting married?" asked Chelsea, this time she has her mischievous grin on her face.

"I'll make sure you're not doing anything until you're 30," kid James.

"Dad..."

"I don't want my little girl to be snatched away from me like that! I want to be the man you can depend on for at least a couple more years!" explained James. Chelsea smiled and hugged her father. "I love you, Daddy," she whispered. They joined the rest as they talk about the wedding for the rest of the night.

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That night, at Ron and Chelsea's room...

"So your dad didn't mean anything by that?" asked Ron.

They were laying on their bed, just hanging out and talking. Chelsea was looking over the Witch Weekly magazine, and Ron playing with Chelsea's hair.

"No, he was just teasing us," Chelsea said as she chuckled. She puts down her magazine on her nightstand, and looked over he red haired boyfriend.

"Good thing," sighed Ron. Chelsa casted a crooked smile as she asked him, "Why? Do you not want to marry me or something?"

Surprised, Ron replied," What? No! No! Not like that! I'm just...not ready for marriage right now! After all we're 18, you know!"

"Does that mean you want to marry me then?" asked Chelsea casually.

Ron blushed when he said," I would like to. Why else do you think I'm with you? I love you, Chels."

Chelsea kissed him, but she broke off after a while, afraid that they might go a bit further than just kissing.

"So...in a way...are you proposing to me?" she asked.

Once again, Ron blushed. " You can call it that. But one day, when we're ready...I'll propose again. Properly." he said.

"Good to know," Chelsea said as she smiled. They went to bed, hoping that tomorrow will be a greater surprise.

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"So...you're getting married when?" asked Chelsea.

Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Chelsea were in the kitchen, grabbing some quick breakfast.

"Next year," said Harry happily.

"So...why proposed now?" asked Chelsea, puzzled.

"You know, for a kid, you ask a lot of questions," said Harry cheerfully, patting Chelsea's head. He grabbed Hermione's hand and simply said, "C'mon, Mione, we'll be late," and they left.

"I'm as old as you are!" exclaimed Chelsea to Harry as he left. Ron chuckled, puts down his cereal bowl, and placed his hand on Chelsea's waist.

"Come on, baby, let's go," said Ron.

"Hey!" said Chelsea.

"What?" asked Ron.

"You never call me "baby" before," said Chelsea, slightly smiling.

"And...?" asked Ron, looking for a clue.

"It's sweet. I like it," she replied. "Baby," she added.

"Come on, let's go," said Ron with a large smile spread accross his face.

So...what do you think, guys? Review please and tell me what you think! I might be able to update soon, but not this weekend...I have a tower to build for science class. Anyway, please review...I'd really like to have at least 100 reviews for this fanfic. Again, review please!

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