Hermione stared at the rather unholy pink plus sign. Wasn't she just talking to Fred about this a few weeks ago? What with her career just now starting to fly and Fred being so busy at the shop with George all of the time, there wasn't any time for children in their life right now.

Sighing, Hermione pulled out a piece of paper, penning down a few simple words. "I'm in the kitchen. We need to talk." She took in a deep breath as she folded the sheet several times over and laid it next to a sleeping Fred. She took the liberty of changing while he was dreaming; changing into her jam bottoms and an old shirt of Fred's. It was her comfort wear, and boy did she need the comfort.

She walked into the kitchen, pinching the bridge of her nose. Needing something to do, Hermione poured herself half of a cup of juice, sipping at it tenderly while looking at the contraption before her. What was she going to tell Fred? How was he going to take this?

"What's that?" The groggy voice pulled Hermione from her seat, eyes wide with fear.

Fred cocked his eyebrow in confusion and walked over to his wife. "What's wrong, love? All I asked was what that was?" Fred nodded his head to the pregnancy test, taking it from his wife's hands.

"Um, it's a… Muggle device," Hermione answered honestly, giving herself a few seconds to prepare.

"What's it do?" Fred asked, shaking it. "What's this little plus sign mean?"

"Um, it's a test." Hermione watched Fred carefully.

"I see," Fred mused, eyeing the instrument carefully. "And I assume the plus sign means you passed?"

A shaky laugh escaped from Hermione's lips. "I guess you say that."

"Hermione," Fred looked up, interest sparking his features. "What kind of test is this anyway? I've never seen anything like this before."

This was the moment. This was it. Hermione took in a deep breath to calm herself before answering her husband's question. "It's a… Pregnancy test, Fred."

"A Pregnancy test?" Fred stared at the object for a few minutes before looking over at Hermione. "You're- Are you?"

Hermione nodded her head, biting her lip with worry. "We're having a baby, Fred."

Wordlessly Fred walked over to his wife, a smile forming on his face.

"We're having a baby," Hermione repeated, letting the words sink in for the both of them.

Fred's grin widen as she wrapped her arms around his neck. They were having a baby! Fred could just imagine a little boy with a book in his hands running about or a little girl with ginger locks playing the silliest of pranks on her parents. It was something he couldn't be happier about.

"I hope we have twins," He confided in his wife, wrapping his arms around her.

"You do?" Fred could hear the smile playing on her pretty little features.

"Of course," Fred let his hands wander up his shirt, to the spot on Hermione's back that he knew she enjoyed getting rubbed and ever so gently stroked it with his hands. "It doesn't matter to me though. I just hope our baby is just like you."

Hermione laughed at this, nuzzling her face into Fred's neck. "Same here. We don't need another Fred or George roaming around."

"I resent that," Laughter pooled from Fred's lips, and Hermione knew her statement was immediately forgiven.

"So, Mrs. Weasley," Fred pulled far enough away to look down at her beautiful eyes. "Are you ready to be the best parents ever?"

"Of course," Hermione grinned, kissing her husband's lips. With Fred, anything was possible, and she knew parenthood was going to be an exciting adventure with one Mr. Fred Weasley.