Hi all! This chapter was not originally planned to be in my story. I didn't even think about having a baby shower. *Hits self on head and say stupid* I might have, as I got more into the story, but LizzWeasley asked me about it first. This chapter is dedicated to her!

Any of my other readers who have a request for something in my stories, send me a message, and I'll see if I can fit it in... I probably can, but I won't change a story totally just to make an idea work.

Love you all!

*Disclaimer* I do not own Harry Potter.

My life was great. I was just about to hit the two week mark of when I would have my baby. Ron still had crazy hormones going on, but I found that my body was just as horny. Apparently it was a normal thing to happen in your third trimester. Hmm, maybe we should have told the healer what was going on... I'm fairly certain it wasn't normal.

"Surprise!" I jumped as I heard a houseful of people shouting at me. I looked at my husband, who was leading my waddling body into the Burrow. Ginny came to hug me first. I was then passed around from person to person. I heard lots of 'congratulations' and 'wow, you're close, yeah?' comments. I smiled and hugged everyone who was attending my surprise baby shower. We all spilled out into the yard, since it was a nice day, and there was no need for thirty people to be crammed into the Burrow, now that I had been surprised.

"Hi love." I felt my wonderful man wrap his arms around my belly. Randy man, I realized, not for the first time, as he pressed his erection into my backside. I laughed.

"Nothing we can do about that here Ron." I looked over my shoulder to see his pouting face.

"Are you serious? I'm suppose to attend a party dedicated to my beautiful wife and our baby, and we can't sneak off for some lovin'?" I laughed again, louder this time, and George and Angelina came over to see what was up.

"Hey. What're you doing to make our Hermione laugh? Did you whip it out?" Angelina and I burst out laughing, while Ron glared at his brother.

"Nice mate. Are you willing to measure?" George just laughed it off, as Fred came running at his father as fast as his three year old legs would carry him.

"DAD! Teddy told me if I wasn't good, and didn't listen to him, the Gypsy's would take me away!" Poor Fred looked near tears. "You wouldn't let them take me away, would you?" George crouched down, and looked at the child named after his other half.

"I will never let anyone take you from me, or your mother." George gave his son a hug. He had turned out to be a surprisingly gentle, understanding father. He treasured his children, Fred and two year old Roxanne. Harry had walked over during Fred's tattling. He rubbed his eyes with one hand and headed off to talk to his godson. After assurances from his father, Fred went back to playing. He ran right up to Teddy, in the middle of a lecture from Harry, and shouted at him.

"Daddy says that no one can take me. HAH!" And ran off before Teddy could chase after him. All the adults within hearing range laughed. Ron and I made our way over to talk to our parents, and find me a seat. I had to admit that pregnancy was really hard on your ankles. After a little while, Fleur started pulling out party games, like trying to figure out what was in each nappy by smell alone. Right after the games, cake was passed around, and Ron and I were forced to open our gifts. Many were really quite thoughtful. All of it was things that we hadn't even thought about getting, but realized we would need, like the changing table that our parents pooled to get us.

It was, all in all, a very nice baby shower, even though it lasted forever. I knew Ron felt the same way. The long, long, time was broken up by our... extra curricular activities during the party games. I had tried to do the nappy one, but found that the smells made me want to chuck. Ron took me inside to let me calm my stomach. After just a minute, I felt better. Once I did, I started dragging Ron up the stairs.

"Do you need to lie down, love?" Ron asked worriedly.

"I feel the need to find a bed." I said, still leading my husband to the stairs. I'd only made it up one step, before he caught on, and scooped me into his arms.

"Ron!" I looked at him, seriously worried that he'd hurt himself. "There are like six flights. Just let me walk." I leered at him. "I have plans for you that do NOT include a hernia." Ron just continued to walk up the stairs.

"Love, I'm more worried about how you'd get hurt, or tired out." He kissed me soundly on the lips and kept going up the stairs. By the top flight, he was panting a bit, but not nearly as much as I would have expected. We bumped our way into his old room, and Ron set me on the ground. He placed silencing spells and locking charms on the door so that no one would get in. We stripped each other of our clothes as quickly as was possible, taking into account that I had a big, ol' pregnant belly to work around. Ron fingered me as he lead me over to the bed. We lay on our sides, facing each other. We had found that this was our favorite way to make love while I was pregnant.

"Oh Ron!" I groaned out as he pressed on my clit, adding sensation to his fingering. I felt myself getting close, but I knew we were only going to have time for one orgasm, and I wanted that one with my husband inside of me. I grabbed his cock and started stroking. He froze in his ministrations, and raised his gaze to mine.

"Mione."

"Love, I need you... Now." Ron was more than willing to oblige. He pulled his fingers out from down under, and stuck them into his mouth. He let out a growl at the taste. I shuddered, and waited, ready for his entrance. He pressed into me slowly. We moan in unison, and Ron started pumping faster. I met him, thrust for thrust, and soon, we reached completion. We lied in bed together, savoring the alone time. Some of the last we would have before our beautiful baby was born.

"I'll always love you Mione." Ron stared deep into my eyes. I touched the side of his face softly.

"I have no doubts whatsoever." Ron smiled at me. "I love you too, you know."

"I know." We stayed like that staring deep into each others eyes. After a few minutes there was a knock at the door. Ron took off the silencing charms, and called out.

"What?" I heard Harry and Ginny chuckle on the other side of the door.

"It's time for cake. Your mum wants you two down there in five minutes, or she's coming up here to look for you herself." I heard the couple leave, and Ron dressed quickly, then started handing me articles of clothing, and helping me with things that had been causing me problems, since I couldn't reach my toes anymore. We made it downstairs in about ten minutes. The present opening and such ensued and after another hour or so of mingling, all the guests started leaving. By the time they were gone, I was ready for a nap. We bid goodbye to both our sets of parents, and made our way home, the beaded bag filled with all our present, shrunk down so they would fit.

Ron and I climbed into bed, fully clothed, and Ron placed our extra pillow between my knees. I snuggled back into my husband, sure that he would want another go around once I woke up again. I relaxed into the bed as he softly rubbed my stomach, and talked to the baby, as he had been know to do if we were alone.

"Hello baby. It's Daddy. Only about a fort night 'til you get to meet us." He chuckled softly, and I smiled, half asleep. "We're really excited." Ron's conversation was taking on more of a dream like quality the closer to sleep I got. I listened to it less, and felt his chest vibrations more. He must have thought I had fallen asleep, because he said something that really surprised me.

"Baby? I know that I'll love you a lot, and that Mummy will love you so very much too. We'll do our very best. I hope that you try your best to. That's all we'll ask." He leaned down to kiss my stomach. "I think I should tell you now, I left Mummy once. I know, I was stupid, and I regretted it the second I was alone. I just want you to know baby, that I'll never leave her again, and I'll definitely never leave you." I waited while he paused. I worried that he had caught me awake. I wanted to hear all of what he said, before I told him I had heard. He went back to talking.

"I'm smarter now. It may not seem like it, while you're growing up, baby, but I learned from my mistake. I thought... I thought she didn't love me. I loved her, but I thought she had something going with Uncle Harry. I know, Uncle Harry has Ginny, and always wanted Ginny, but the horcrux, it made my insecurities and fears seem so reasonable. Hermione, Mummy, she helped me past them though. She still does. Every time she tells me that she loves me. I love you very, very much baby. I can't wait until Mummy and I get to hold you in our arms." I felt Ron's smile as he kissed my neck. He stopped talking for real this time, and I tried to find the energy to tell him I was awake, that I was glad I helped him, that he helped me too, but sleep pulled me under.

When I woke up, it was about three in the afternoon, and Ron was snoring in my ear, his arm around my stomach. I knew that even though he was really loud in sleep, I wouldn't have it any other way. I lay silent for a few minutes, but the urge to pee overcame me, and I snuck out of bed. When I got back, Ron was waking up. It had been this way for us for years. If one of us left the bed, soon, the other would wake up.

"How was your nap, darling?" I asked, sitting on the bed with Ron.

"Good. How about your's?" I snuggled into my husband's shoulder.

"It was great." I remembered what he had said to our baby when he thought I was sleeping. I was about to bring it up, when he mentioned it.

"I know you were awake, Mione." I looked into his eyes. "I knew when your heartbeat sped up, and your breathing changed from slow to fast. I needed to say those things. I know the baby heard, but I wanted you to hear too. You do heal me Hermione. You are the very best medicine in the world." I kissed my husband softly.

"I'm glad. You are perfect for me. My perfect medicine as well. I would never be a tenth as happy with anyone else." We got slowly out of bed, and headed to the kitchen to make dinner. I knew, as I sat on a stool, chopping up vegetables, that we would always heal each other, from all kinds of pains. I figured that was good, that I had my own personal medicine. Especially since I felt contractions starting in my uterus and my water break.

I know, ANOTHER authors note. The gypsy thing? My friend told me that that's what her older sisters told her. I also tell my best friend's son that the gypsy's will take him home if he doesn't stay near me in the store. It's a bit mean, but it's a little funny. He's 2, and babbles a lot, but his favorite phrase after I mention gypsy's is "NO THANK YOU GYPIES!" (He can't say gypsy's.)