Rose Emma Weasley
Hermione rested her hand on her growing stomach. Suddenly, a frantic Ron rushed into the room, panic clear on his face. "We haven't got a name for our little girl!"
She chuckled. "You do realise there's a month until I give birth, right?"
"A month?" Ron sounded outraged. "That isn't nearly enough time to get everything ready!"
"Harry and Ginny didn't get everything ready for James until he was two months old," she reassured her husband. "We are doing well."
"But we need a name! They had his name when she was six months along!"
Hermione sighed. She looked around the room, and spotted the life-long rose that he had gotten her on their first date. "How about Rose?"
"It's beautiful," Ron sighed.
He collapsed into the seat beside her. "And," he added, quieter, "what about Emma for the middle name? After your mother?"
Hermione nodded. "That would be nice."
Word Count; 154
~Buttercat