A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

Word Count: 529

"Blue means..." Ron's voice trailed off staring at the small ball of light. He and Luna were laying in their bed. Luna slowly set down her wand, watching the small ball of light flickering against her.

"Blue means we're going to be parents," Luna answered, giving Ron a smile. "You did say you wanted a large family, didn't you?" she asked, raising her head and looking into Ron's brown eyes.

"I did say that, didn't I," he murmured, wrapping an arm around Luna. "And this will be the start of it," he added. Luna nodded still staring at the the pale blue light. Her and Ron had talked about having a family, but she hadn't expected it to happen so quickly. She knew most pure-blood families had trouble conceiving children. Apparently, that was not the case with her and Ron. She smiled knowing it only confirmed their comparability.

"You know, in some places the color blue is considered good luck," she commented, as the light slowly faded into nothing. "Guess we are kind of lucky. Maybe we should think about using that color more?"

"Interesting, although, I think you're more a good luck charm than any random color," Ron said, kissing Luna on the forehead. "I mean, if we'd never met, I'd never be where I am now. I never would have realized how much of a git I was. I have you to thank for that, Luna."

Luna smiled. It was sweet how Ron wanted to credit her with his own growing up.

"I guess this means we should start looking into which room we want to convert into a nursery. I guess we could rearrange my studio?" she suggested. When they had bought the two bedroom house, Luna had converted one of the bedrooms into a painting and photography studio. She used it often for both work and pleasure. Ron looked at Luna as if she'd lost her mind.

"No. That's your room, Luna. I will not have you giving up your space. We'll convert the den for now. We can add a room onto the house in the mean time. That way when our little one is old enough, he or she can have their own room," Ron stated. Luna nodded.

"That sounds feasible, we barely use the den except when we're entertaining anyway. I'm sure now everyone will want to see the baby over the pictures of my latest expedition. Oh, I'm going to have cancel the South America one, aren't I?" Luna whispered.

"When is it? I'm sorry, I can't keep track," Ron admitted sheepishly.

"In three months, by then, everyone will know and I doubt it'd be safe."

"We could hire a mediwitch to go with you?" Ron suggested. "I don't want you giving up anything, Luna, especially not your dreams to find the rarest creatures."

"I love you, Ron," Luna whispered, laying her head against his chest. "But things will change with the baby, and besides, maybe it's time for us to start a new dream, together?" she suggested. Ron smiled running his fingers through her hair.

"I like the sound of that," he agreed, laying his head against hers and smiling.