Request: From the prompt list for Romione pleaseee ?
"You're so cute when you cry, your nose turns red." "No, it doesn't!" "You're like my one little Rudolph. Christmas all year round, baby."
Ron wasn't expecting a movie about a family and their pet dog to be interesting, but they're already halfway through, and he is engrossed.
In fact, he's so absorbed in Marley's adventures that he hasn't even noticed that his pregnant wife is crying. It's only when her sobs become too loud for him to hear the dialogue on the screen that he realises something is wrong.
Frowning, Ron presses pause and turns towards Hermione. Great racking sobs wash over her body, and she's holding her head in her hands. His heart breaks for her.
"Love, what's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. I'm fine."
"You don't look fine." Ron reaches over and carefully peels her hands from her face. It must be something to make her this upset, and he's desperate to know what. "Is it the baby?"
"The baby is fine. It's just." Hermione lets out a shaky breath as fresh tears fill her eyes. "This story is so sad."
Ron blinks at her. Sure, he's known her to cry over most things. She can get quite emotional over the smallest of things: house-elves, whenever Ron and Harry apologise after a fight, but never a movie about a dog.
"Come here." He holds his arms out for her, his frown growing as she shakes her head. "Why not?"
"Because I'm just being ridiculous. It's the hormones."
"So? Come here!"
It isn't a demand, but he makes sure to be more forceful with his tone. Hermione sighs but moves straight into his arms, this time with practised ease. Ron's hand slides to her tummy, rubbing it in the way he knows comforts her and the baby.
"Rose is going nuts in there." He smiles as the baby rewards him with a kick against his palm.
"She can sense I'm upset, and she's not happy about it."
Ron kisses the top of Hermione's head. "You're not being silly, you know? You're allowed to get upset over whatever at any time, but especially at the moment. And you're so cute when you cry. Your nose turns red."
"No, it doesn't!" Hermione pushes herself away from Ron, a frown now on her face.
"It does." Ron chuckles. "You're like my little Rudolph. It's like Christmas all year round with you, baby" He leans in and captures her lips before she moves away entirely.
She returns his kiss, her frown already dissolving into a soft smile. She loves talking about the baby, and Christmas is one of her favourite times of the year, too. "And if I'm Rudolph, what does that make our baby?"
"She's the best present in the universe," Ron whispers against Hermione's lips before falling into another kiss with her.
As their snog deepens, Ron marvels in the way he can easily cheer her up. He hopes it'll always stay this way and that when their new daughter arrives, he'll be able to do the same with her, too.