* 4 become 5 *

When Ron got home that afternoon, he wasn't expecting to find his daughters playing quietly in the living room. Eight-year-old Belle was sat on the floor, her long red hair tied in a high ponytail. 18-month-old Rose was sitting in front of her, giggling and clapping her chubby hands. Ron smiled at the sight and went to them.
"Hi, princesses!" he greeted, kneeling down to them. The girls beamed and hugged him tight.
"Daddy, watch this!" Belle told him, big smile on her face. Ron sat on the floor next to her as Belle looked at her baby sister. Rose looked at her attentively.
"Rosie, what's my name?" the eldest child asked.
"Belle." the toddler said, smiling. Ron smiled and Belle clapped her hands, praising her sister. Rose giggled and clapped her hands as well, imitating her big sister.
"Now, what's your name?" Belle asked pointing her index finger at the baby.
"Osie!" the baby said proudly. Ron's smile got bigger.
"That's your name! And what is daddy's name?" Belle asked pointing her finger at Ron. Rose looked at him, then back at her sister and smiled widely.
"On." she said. Belle clapped her hands and Rose giggled. Ron hugger her tight.
"That's my girl!" he exclaimed.
"I taught her to say 'Ron', but she still can't pronounce the 'r'." Belle explained. Ron nodded. "Now, for the grand finale. Rosie, what is mommy's name?" she asked her sister. Rose looked at her.
"mommy?" she asked, placing her little finger on her cheek. Belle nodded.
"Yes. Mommy. What is mommy's name?" Belle asked again.
"Mini!" Rose said. Belle smiled as Ron looked at her.
"Hermione's too long and difficult for her, so I tried the nickname you call her, Mione. That's the closest I got her to say it." Belle explained. Ron smiled and held her by her shoulders and kissed her head.
"You are truly amazing, Belle." he said, then he got up. "Speaking of your mother, where is she?" he asked. It was unusual for Hermione to not be around the children at that time of the day.
"She's in the toilet." Belle answered. Ron nodded and went to the kitchen. He made himself a snack as he was starving, then he went back to the living room and leaned himself to the doorframe, watching his daughters. Now Rose was sitting between Belle's legs as the eldest one showed her a book.
"They're amazing, aren't they?" he heard a voice ask from behind him. He turned his head to it and smiled widely. Hermione was staring at him, wide smile on her face. He leaned and kissed her on the lips. When they pulled apart, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
"We're lucky to have them." Ron said. Hermione nodded and looked at their children from over his shoulder.
"We should really enjoy them now that they're just them. In around 6 months, they won't be just them anymore." she said with a grin. Ron looked at her, processing what she had just said. Then, his eyes got bigger. He looked at her stomach, then at her.
"Hermione, are you... really?" he asked. She nodded, still smiling, and some tears ran through her cheeks. He smiled as well.
"How... when..." he started.
"Well, how... I think you have a pretty good idea of that. When... probably around your birthday. I haven't been feeling well lately and I had a suspicion, so I went to the healer's this morning after dropping Belle off at school. He confirmed it. 3 months. Everything's just fine." she replied, smiling. He picked her up and spun her around, kissing her passionately.
"Can you imagine... another one like them?" he asked when they pulled away. Hermione laughed.
"Hard to imagine considering this one is not going to be a girl." she said running a hand through her stomach. Ron laid his hand on top of it, smiling.
"a boy." he whispered. She nodded.
"I had to ask. I'm sorry. I really wanted to know." she said. He kissed her again. Life couldn't be more perfect than it was in that moment.