Brownies and ice cream can fix anything ...

Music: Forever Now by Michael Buble

Hermione: I'm hungry

Ron: What do you want? I'll stop by the grocers on my way home

Hermione: Brownies

Ron: You hate brownies

Hermione: I want brownies

Ron: Are you okay?

Hermione: I want German chocolate brownies and vanilla ice cream

Ron: Who are you and what have you done with my wife

Hermione: I am your wife and I want brownies and ice cream for dinner

Ron: What am I going to eat for dinner?

Hermione: Your child and I are going to eat brownies and ice cream for dinner. I have no idea what you are going to eat

Ron: Love, what's wrong?

Hermione: I'm fine

Ron: If I didn't know you, I would agree

Hermione: I want brownies and ice cream

Ron: When can you leave work?

Hermione: I am heading out the door right now

Ron: I'll see you soon

Hermione: Don't forget

Ron: You want brownies and ice cream. You can tell me why you want them when I get home and can hold you

Ron slid his mobile into his pocket and grabbed his coat from the peg on the wall. "I'm taking off early, George," he yelled down the hall. "Mione's not feeling good. I need to run by the grocers and get home to check on her."

George poked his head out of the lab. "Sure thing, little brother. I've got a couple of things to wrap up and I am heading home, too. Angelina and the boys have something planned for me this evening."

"Be careful, big brother." Ron laughed, opening the back entrance to the shop. "I know their father and he is quite the prankster. Have fun!"

"One of these days, little brother." George smiled as he looked at the project he held in his hand. "You are going to have a little prankster of your own. I hope it is sooner rather than later."

Ron: Can Gin call Mione?

Harry: What's up?

Ron: Not sure. She wants ice cream

Harry: Sounds like a bad day at work

Ron: I hope so

Harry: Is everything okay with you two?

Ron: Yeah. Just worried about her

Harry: Are you home?

Ron: No, but she is

Harry: I'll see if Gin can call her

Ron: Thanks, mate

Hermione found herself sitting on the sofa in the dark, hugging a box of tissues and trying to figure out why she was crying. She had been fine all today. Then, the Ladies arrived to discuss their Christmas plans. Last year, they had learned to knit to make caps and booties for the babies in the hospital. This year they were talking about those babies again and what more they could do..

That should not have bothered her. She was fine until she heard Rose talk about the thank you notes they had received from parents of the premies that had received their tiny gift. She did not want to think about a real baby being in those tiny booties and caps that the Ladies created. She loved seeing them do something good for the community. She just did not want to think about what could happen if her baby decided to come early. So, she was sitting on her sofa, in the dark, waiting for brownies and ice cream.

"Mione, love, where are you?" Ron's question drifted through the darkness. "I have brownies and ice cream. Marie, at the grocers, sent a big box of tissues. WHy do you need them?"

"I'm in here." Hermione sniffled and cut on the light beside her. "My box is empty. But, I didn't tell anyone that I needed tissues."

"Marie said if a man was buying brownies and ice cream, there was a woman in need of tissues in his life. Love, what's wrong?"

Ron set down the bags he had been carrying. Gently, he wiped the tears from Hermione's cheeks. "What happened at work to make you need ice cream?"

Hermione shook her head. "Nothing. I just seem to cry at the drop of a hat lately." She sniffled. "The Ladies were talking about how they could make last year's project better and I got sad. I didn't start crying until I got to the car."

Ron settled on to the sofa beside her. "The cap and bootie project? For the hospital?" Ron tucked her into his side and kissed her forehead. "I think I know what happened. They started talking about why the booties were so small."

"What if that is our baby?" Hermione cradled her stomach as she let the tears fall. "I don't want them to make booties for our baby."

"The baby was fine at your last appointment." Ron placed his big hand over her baby bump. "You are healthy and all the signs point to a normal pregnancy according to your doctor. Let's not let worry take over."

Watching Hermione cry always destroyed Ron. It made him want to fix things to stop her crying. He had been warned by her doctor that she would be more emotional and to expect this, but he was not prepared. But, this was something he could not fix. Or could he?

"I have brownies and ice cream." He kissed her forehead and started to get up from the sofa. "Let me fix you some and then we can find something to take your thoughts off of tiny booties. Will you be okay while I put away what I bought at the grocers and make your dinner?"

"I guess so." Hermione hiccupped. "I don't know why I want brownies. I don't like brownies but I want them right now."

"I think this is one of those cravings your doctor talked about," Ron picked up the bags he had dropped on the floor. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Just rest until I get back."

Hermione grabbed the throw from the back of the sofa and the remote for the television. "I think rugby is on. I'll see if I can find the game while you fix my dinner."

"Since when do you like rugby?" Ron's voice drifted to her from the kitchen. "You have never been a sports fan. Rugby is more rough than football and I can hardly get you to watch that."

"Have you seen The All Blacks play?" Hermione laughed. "There is something about watching one man run while another man tried to rip his shirt off. You never know what you will see."

"I see," Ron grumbled in the kitchen. "You have started watching sports for the wardrobe malfunctions. I don't know if I can compete with that."

Hermione laughter filled the living room as she waited for Ron the finish his work in the kitchen. It stopped when he brought her what she had requested.

Ginny: What is that?

Luna: A red head in an apron

Daphne: Please tell me he has on more than an apron

Hermione: My day just got so much better

Ginny: Please tag future pictures such as this one as NSFS

Daphne: NSFS?

Luna: It's just Ronald

Ginny: Not Safe For SISTERS to view … EWWWW

Hermione: I think it is a yummy picture

Luna: It is just your brother

Ginny: In nothing but jeans and an apron … Gross

Daphne: I see why Mione is always petting his chest now

Luna: He does have nice pecs

Hermione: I was looking at the brownie smothered in ice cream, what are you looking at?

Ginny: Really?

Luna: How can see not see those pecs and abs

Daphne: She must be really hungry for dessert

Ginny: I'm going to go throw up now

Hermione: Why? Don't you like brownies smothered in ice cream

Daphne: Delivered by a half-naked man

Luna: A half-naked man who apparently spends time in the gym as well as the lab

Ginny: OMG … I'm going to bed and pretending like this WHOLE conversation never happened

Hermione: Okay … Night ladies. I have a brownie to enjoy

Daphne: So that is what we are calling it now?

Luna: Who else is enjoying brownies tonight?

Ginny: Good night