A/N: HEYYYYYY

ALRIGHT, SO two breakups, three failed tests, and four tantrums later, I'M BACKKK!

Here's what happened: I started getting SO addicted to fanfic that I ended up nearly failing half my classes. My mom was worried so she had an intervention (hehe) and took away my fanfiction BUT YAYYY now that I aced all my tests since then and am back on track, I can write again! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 6: Moment of Decision

The door closed behind Hermione with a little thump. She hadn't felt like coming home just to lie around all day after Ginny's house, so she'd just walked around London aimlessly. She'd stopped in a few cafés just to sit at a bench and stare at the window at passerby, wondering what problems they had and if they amounted to her own.

Ron probably doesn't want this kid…what if he doesn't want me anymore? I feel like I'm ready to be a mom and I think Ron will be a great father…but what if he doesn't want to be?

She lay down on the couch and fiddled with a string on her shirt for about ten minutes. Her thoughts swirled around her mind like boats in a whirlpool. She felt her eyes closing. I'm not going to sleep, I'm just thinking…thinking…thinking…

"Hermione. Hermione. Hermione."

"Huh?" Hermione awoke with a jolt. Ron sat next to her, his hand on her shoulder gently jostling her awake.

"You fell asleep."

"I…I did?" Hermione glanced around. The sky outside the window wasn't clear and blue anymore, it was indigo with a few streaks of red as the sun went down. "I did, didn't I? Oh my gosh what time is it?" She leapt off the couch, rushing to the kitchen. "I didn't make anything, oh god I'm sorry I didn't mean to—"

"Hermione! Hermione, calm down! I made some food already. You probably deserved a little rest. Calm down!" Ron interjected, grabbing her hand.

She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

He hugged her. "For what?"

She gave a nervous laugh. "I don't know. What time is it?"

"It's around seven. When did you fall asleep?"

"I don't know…around four maybe? What did you make for dinner?"

Ron blushed a little. "Mashed potatoes."

Hermione shrugged. "That's fine. When did you get home?"

"Around an hour ago. I thought you might need a little more time to sleep."

She giggled. "I actually have no idea why I fell asleep. I wasn't tired or anything…just…overwhelmed…"

Ron's brow furrowed in confusion. "With what?"

Hermione quickly caught herself. "Oh, I don't know…just work I guess. Hey, can I talk to you about something?" She blurted out the last line before she had time to think about it. Shoot!

"Er, sure, but can you do it while we eat?"

She laughed. "Yes, of course!"

They sat down across from each other at the small dinner table. After food was ladled onto each place and pumpkin juice in each glass, Ron looked at her quizzically. "So? What's up?"

She took a deep breath. "Ron, I'm pregnant." She wanted to say. But she just couldn't seem to get the words out. "I…I…"

He just stared at her, waiting for her answer.

"I…I need to tell you…I'm…" She could see he was trying not to roll his eyes.

"I'm going grocery shopping tomorrow." She finished lamely.

He looked at her like she was mental. "That's what you wanted to talk about?" He asked, spooning potatoes into his mouth.

She blushed. "Yeah."

He looked confused. "Er, ok. Have fun then, I guess."

"Ron?"

"Yeah?" He asked, taking a gulp of pumpkin juice.

"Have you ever thought about…having kids?"

Ron gagged a little on his juice. "What?" He spluttered, grabbing a napkin and wiping his chin.

Hermione, taken aback, stammered, "Wait, so…"

His eyes flew from her face to her belly and back to her face. "You're not…you're not…" stuttered.

"No! No, of course not!" As soon as the words left her mouth she mentally kicked herself. Smooth, Hermione. Real smooth.

"Oh, ok. Well…" He looked considerably relieved.

"Ron, seriously though. I'm honestly…just curious. Would you ever want kids?"

He thought about it for a minute. "I don't know. I like kids…sort of…except when they're all annoying and stuff but it's more like…" his voice trailed off and his ears went scarlet.

"What?" Said Hermione, bursting with curiosity. "What were you going to say?"

"It's nothing. I forgot. Never mind."

Hermione saw right through his act. "Ron, please tell me!"

He sighed. "Fine. I'm not sure I'd want kids because…I don't think I'd be a good father." His cheeks now matched his ears.

She laughed, getting out of her chair and walking around to give him a hug. "I don't believe that, Ron!"

He looked at her as he pulled her onto his lap. "Serious?"

She kissed his cheek. "Of course I am, silly! You'd be an amazing dad!"

He smiled at her. "And why is that?"

"Because you're sweet, caring, and you love our family." She tried not to sound too mushy and worrying she had failed miserably.

"But you're not, you know, pregnant are you?"

She gulped. This is it. "Well, I…"

"Oh God, you are, aren't you?" He demanded.

She tried to read the look in his eyes, to see whether he looked happy and excited or nervous and mad. He usually wasn't a very good actor when it came to concealing emotions but today must have been his good day.

"Just tell me."

She started to cry. Ron looked suddenly alarmed. "What? What's wrong?"

She nodded, leaking tears and snot all over her face and his shirt as she sobbed into his shoulder. "I'm pregnant, Ron." She curled up in his lap, not wanting to see his face. She knew it. He was angry. He wouldn't want to stay with her now.

She felt her belly swoosh a little as he lifted her up into the air, and then dizziness as he spun her around. She could both hear and feel his booming laugh. "Hermione, this is amazing! We're going to be parents! He laughed some more, cradling her tighter in his arms.

She looked up, sniffling. "You're…you're not mad?"

He looked at her, his gleeful face darkening. "You thought I was mad?"

She hiccupped. "I don't know! The way you acted around James when he was born, you know, all nervous and kind of scared…I just thought you might not want…"

"I might not want the kid?"

She looked into his blue eyes. "But you do, right?"

Ron sat down on the couch, Hermione still in his arms. "I just can't believe you'd even be worried about that, Hermione."

"But I know I was wrong now! Oh, Ron, I'm going to be a mom!"

He kissed her tear-stained face. "You're going to be an amazing mom, Hermione? Can I…can I see?"

She laughed and repositioned herself, lifting her shirt up a little to reveal a mostly flat belly with a tiny bump protruding out. Ron put his cold hand on it, causing little goosebumps to pop up. He looked a little worried.

"Why isn't it kicking? Isn't it supposed to kick or something?"

Hermione let out a snort of laughter. "Ron, I'm only a few weeks, maybe a month or two at most! We won't be able to feel it for months!"

He smiled embarrassedly. "Sorry."

"It's alright, Ron. We're both going to have to learn a lot. And starting in a few months I'm going to take a break from work to concentrate on this."

"That's good. It's our first time and we should do it right."

She laughed, resting her head on his shoulder. "I'm just so…so relieved you're ok with this!"

He looked at her sternly, though she could detect a twinkle in his eye. "Never, ever, think that I'd be upset with you for something like this. You just made this the most amazing day of my life, Hermione. What did you think was going to happen?"

She mumbled something under her breath.

"Hermione?"

"I thought you might leave me."

He pushed her hair out of her eyes so he could look directly into her eyes. "Hermione, I don't know how I can say this so you'll never have to doubt it but trust me, I will never leave you."

She tried to suppress tears of joy. "I love you, Ron."

He kissed her. "I love you and the little one."

A/N: WELL! WHAT DID YOU THINK?

This was a pretty fun chapter to write, actually! I've got some great plotlines for further chapters, so don't forget to keep checking up on that!

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