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Chapter 14:

I awoke to the sounds of birds chirping and a snoring Ron. We were both naked, just lying on the floor. I looked down at my ring and smiled at what had happened yesterday. I looked up at him and kissed his jawline.

"I love you Ron", I whispered. I knew he couldn't hear me, but I just had to say it. If I could I'd scream it to the world at the top of my lungs. But sadly, I didn't have the energy.

I got up and grabbed Ron's white t-shirt that read: Marry Me. I smiled. I felt an arm grab me around the waist. I looked down at him and he was smiling, just as I was.

"Good morning, Ron", I said to him.

"Good morning Mrs. Weasley", he replied. My smile grew wider and I pressed my lips onto his briefly.

"Ron, I know I said it last night but I just wanted to say thank you again. I don't think I would've managed another week without you. And the way you proposed- no one's ever done anything like that for me and I just- I just", I burst into tears of joy again. I really couldn't help myself. Everything from yesterday was just so- so special. It was beautiful and the best thing that has ever happened to me other than meeting Ron in the first place.

He sat up and wrapped his arms around me.

"'Mione, it really wasn't that much. Not after the way I'd been treating you lately. It was like I'd been giving everyone else my time except myself. And if there's no you there is no me, so I made proposing to you a priority", Ron said, "I'm sorry it took so long for me to come around, by the way. It's just that- well honestly I didn't want marriage. I wanted you in my life I just didn't want to make that kind of commitment and take that kind of responibilty. I always looked at my parents' and prayed I wouldn't end up like them. Y'know, poor with a houseful of kids. I didn't want to marry you because I didn't think you deserved that, and I didn't either. But the more I thought about life without you and I starting a family together, I began to understand I wouldn't like it very much. The past three weeks were hell for me."

I hope he knew he wasn't making my crying situation any better. His words were sweet and I was happy to indulge in them. If only I wasn't so emotional. Where was all of this emotion coming from? I wondered if Ginny was going to be this emotional during her pregnancy. . . .

And then it hit me.

I jumped up from his grasp and practically ran for my purse and dumped everything out from it.

"What's wrong?", Ron asked me. But I ignored him until I'd finally found: my birth control. I opened the case and my heart sunk.

I had forgotten to take any of my pills, and now that I look back on it- I stopped taking them on the Wednsday of the vacation at the Burrow. I wondered whether or not I could be pregnant. It would certainly explain all of the waterworks.

"What's that?", Ron asked. I hadn't even thought about how I could tell Ron.

"My birth control", I said. I felt sick and disgusted with myself. It's not that I didn't want kids. I just didn't want to overstep the boundaries of my relationship. We weren't ready for a child. Not until we were both married and stable.

"What's wrong?". he asked.

"You see the tiny white pills?", I asked him, he nodded, "I was supposed to be taking these to prevent me from getting pregnant. And I kind of. . .forgot."

Ron seemed fine for about a minute until he finally understood what this could mean. His face grew a faint green.

"I'm so sorry, Ron", I began. He didn't respond for a long time. I couldn't predict what was going to happen next. It was only one of two things: Ron calls off the engagement and we split up after just hours of getting back together, or he sticks by me and play the role as dad if neccesary.

"You could always take a test to see if it's true or not", Ron said. I suppose he'd chosen the second option, but that was not a gurantee. I took his hand and squeezed it hard. He didn't really hold it back until a minute or so afterwards. I think he took a second to see how I felt-

Scared. I held up the glass filled to the brim with white liquid. All I had to do was take a sip and it would tell me whether or not I was pregnant. Red if I wasn't and Blue if I was. The thought of the color blue radiating from my stomach scared me and excited me at the same time. I pressed the glass to my lips and chugged it down as Ron squeezed my hand tightly, from fear.

I placed the glass back on the table nervously and waited five minutes before pulling up my shirt to reveal-

And, CLIFFHANGER. Now remember what I said, ten reviews and I'll do a sequel! I've already got ideas for the next one. But hey, if you don't want one, fine by me. I just hope you enjoyed this.

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