Hello again! This time it's Hermione and Ron. A little playful and funny, with a dash of fluff and cuteness. Enjoy!

After a long day of work at the ministry, Hermione found herself extremely eager to tuck herself into bed for the night. However, it wasn't just her fatigue that made Hermione so excited to get to the bedroom, it was the fact that she knew her husband would be there waiting for her to join him. And Hermione had some very exciting news for him.

"Hey sweetie," Hermione yawned as she greeted Ron, who was already tucked into bed comfortably.

"Hey honey, how was your day?" Ron spoke kindly, though he didn't look up at his wife as he was distracted by the device in his lap.

While Hermione got into bed, Ron continued to play with a handheld gaming device that Harry had foolishly bought him for Christmas. The moment Ron unwrapped the Gameboy gadget, Hermione knew it would take a lot more than magic to get the game out of his hands. It had been over a month since Christmas, and every night Ron religiously played with that thing, driving Hermione up the wall with every annoying sound it made. Finally though, Hermione was sure she had news big enough to pull his attention away from the screen.

"You might need to take a half day at work on the 31st," she sighed casually, as she finally found a comfortable spot next to her husband.

"Ah yeah, why's that?" Ron asked, his eyes not moving from the game screen.

"Because we have an ultrasound appointment," Hermione tried hard to keep her casual tone, slightly entertained by the fact that Ron was only half absorbing her important news. She knew she'd get a kick out of telling this story to his family when the time came.

Ron nodded - a clever move he added in to really pretend his attention was completely devoted to listening to his wife - before he added, "Uh huh, why do we both have an appointment?"

Here goes nothing. Hermione took in a deep breath, shoved her nerves down and prepared herself to watch Ron get the shock of his life.

"Because I'm pregnant."

Hermione couldn't help but smirk as the Gameboy fell quickly into Ron's lap, both amused and relieved it was out of his hands. She didn't take her eyes off her husband's reaction though, and oh wasn't it a big one.

Ron's eyes were bulging in their sockets, his mouth dangling open as though it were broken - even his hair seemed to stand up from his head from the shock. Hermione had never seen him so positively stumped. The couple sat there in an odd silence for a minute - Hermione still smirking, Ron still gasping, until finally he was able to utter something.

"Blimey Hermione."

"A-are you okay?" Hermione said, using all the power she had not to burst into laughter at him.

"I'm fine - I'm… I'm great," he choked out, "I just, I didn't think I…" he glanced around the room as though there could be someone else listening before he leant in and whispered to his wife, "I didn't think I worked."

The Weasley couple had struggled with conceiving a child for years. After deciding to try for a baby - and enjoying all that such 'trying' involved, it soon became apparent that success was not going to come easy for them. In fact, after 12-months of trying and no success had past, and Hermione had read every book in the business about how to improve fertility, they decided to seek help from a fertility healer. Much to Ron's shock, it was he who had the problem. They'd kept this information private - after all, Ron couldn't stand the rest of his insanely fertile family knowing that he had a low sperm count, or as he refer to it 'lazy sperm'.

Still, even with fertility treatments, their tiresome efforts came with another year of no success. In fact, it had gotten to a point only a couple of months prior to this that Ron and Hermione had pulled the pin on trying for a baby; deciding that they were better off just enjoying sex rather than focusing on the so far unsuccessful action of getting pregnant from it. And despite this decision to stop trying, it seemed their bodies finally had different plans.

"Well I think it's safe to say that, despite previous doubts, you really do work. Because I am definitely pregnant and it's definitely your child," Hermione smirked.

"B-but we've been trying for years! We only just stopped trying! How does that happen?"

"I'd say taking away the pressure of making a baby every time we had sex must've helped us. I haven't looked into it yet as I've had far too much else on my mind but I'm sure it's a psychological thing."

Ron couldn't comprehend this news, "So you're serious? You really are pregnant?"

"I'm positive, Ron."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Ron had spent the last two years furious at his inability to give his wife a baby. Medical appointments, fertility tests, all different potions and advice for two years with no results, but now, now that they surrendered, suddenly everything comes together and works? He didn't know whether to be furious or ecstatic over their success. The bloody hospitals just wanted to rob us of our money! a voice screamed in the back of his head, though the voice was quickly smothered by the overwhelming excitement and pride he was feeling.

"Well I'll be. So… so I'm going to be a dad? Like a real dad?"

"Yes, a real dad Ron. I'll let you teach them everything from de-gnoming to quidditch. I might even let you teach them wizards chess, so long as I get to teach them all the academic stuff."

He grinned sheepishly at his wife, "Well, you've got yourself a deal."

Ron ran his hand through his ginger hair - hair that their child would likely inherit - and let the news sink into his soul slowly. He was in disbelief, but nevertheless could not have been more ecstatic and relieved from this news. Hermione smiled and snuggled in closer to her husband, shuffling down in the bedding, ready for a peaceful sleep.

"Now this is the part where you're meant to kiss me and cherish me and praise me for the journey I am about to endure for you," she laughed as Ron wrapped her up in his arms. Ron placed multiple gentle kisses across Hermione's face and neck, overwhelmed with emotions of his wife.

"You are bloody amazing Hermione. A baby… Merlin, we're actually having a baby!"

"Yes honey."

"About bloody time. Just 8 more months and we'll have our own little Weasley roaming about the house,"

"Well technically they don't start roaming for a couple of years after they're born," Hermione chuckled.

"Oh yeah, I forgot they don't just walk straight away."

"First things first, we need to get you some parenting books."

Ron tried is best not to roll his eyes, knowing immediately those books would likely never be read by him, "Thanks darling."

"Of course."

Ron held Hermione close to him and spoke softly, "And thank you for doing this - having my baby I mean. Mum always told us that pregnancy is a huge thing for women to go through, and I'm so happy you're going through it for me."

"For us, Ron."

Ron chuckled apologetically, "Yes sorry, for us."

Ron placed a kiss on his wife's cheek again and continued to snuggle her from behind, completely blissful over the news. Both of them sighed happily, enjoying the tender moment together.

"Ah, this feels nice. I could do this all night, couldn't you?" Hermione sighed and smiled softly.

"Mm," Ron hummed into her shoulder.

Still, Ron could soon feel his hand twitching for his latest obsession. Despite the news that he was about to be responsible for a human being, a man could only resist the urge to play his Gameboy for so long. Very delicately, hoping that Hermione's stillness indicated that she was asleep, Ron rolled over to reach for the toy. It seemed he was out of luck.

"Ronald I just told you I am having your child, don't you dare pick up that silly game!"

There you go! I hope you enjoyed it! Please leave me a review - I love to hear from you and the encouragement means I get new chapters done quicker! ;) Thanks.