After much deliberation Ron and Hermione had come upon a decision; they wanted to find out the sex of the baby—even though Ron 'just knew' it was a boy. Since Harry and Ginny had found out that James was to be a boy—and were planning on finding out with this one also—and Ginny insisted it was better to know, Hermione had justified giving into temptation. (Ginny had, since Harry had told Ron in confidence, told everyone that she was pregnant again. She and Hermione were excited that their children would be so close in age.)

It was a Thursday afternoon and both Ron and a now seven-months-pregnant Hermione were off to St. Mungo's. They arrived promptly for their two o'clock appointment with the healer Hermione had found who specialized in combining muggle obstetrics and wizarding medicine; she was one of a kind and the perfect choice for Hermione. They were called into the room almost as soon as they had adjusted to the uncomfortable waiting room chairs. Ron was slightly apprehensive, he had never gone with Hermione to one of her appointment and didn't know what to expect.

They got into the small white room and the witch whom Ron assumed was Hermione's healer shut the door behind them. Hermione sat it the exam chair and Ron took another seat. "Well, hello. I'm Healer Robbins," said the witch putting her hand out to Ron. "You must be Ron, I've hear a lot about you."

'I wonder how much," he thought as he shook her hand. "Yes, nice to meet you."

"And Hermione," the slender dark-haired witch sat on a stool next to where Hermione sat, "How have you been, everything normal?"

"Yes, perfectly fine. No change since the last time I saw you, except for the growth that is."

'Ha!" Ron thought, "maybe if you discount the mood swings, the strange cravings, waking me up in the middle of the night…'

"Good, that's great. Everything seems to be on track. But you want to know the sex of the baby. Right? Can't wait the next two months?" She smiled.

"We wanted to, but it would be so much easier to know."

"Right then, I'm going to use the ultrasound that way we can take the first picture of him or her."

"We'll be able to see him, in there?" Ron asked, slightly confused.

The healer laughed. "Yes. This is a magically enhanced ultrasound, the picture on the screen isn't much easier to see than a muggle one, as you know, Hermione; but when I print one it will move like wizarding photographs." She wheeled a strange machine over to Hermione; Ron had never seen anything like it. It looked like a muggle television but had many other things attached.

Hermione pushed her shirt up to reveal her entire stomach and the healer pointed her wand at the chair and made it recline. "Ready Hermione, you know how this works." She squirted a clear gel-like substance onto Hermione's stomach and began to move a white object, which was attached to the larger machine, over Hermione's belly. Ron raised an eyebrow and thought, 'what the…' But, as if she was using legilimency , the healer explained.

"This is the way muggle doctors look at the baby; it's a rather complex bit of machinery. It allows you to see the baby," she turned the machine toward him, "right on this screen."

At first all Ron saw was a strange, slowly moving blob. Then, his brain began to make sense of the picture. "See, there's the head, and here are the arms," the healer said, pointing to different spots on the screen. Hermione was craning her neck to see. "And you can see there…"

"Oi!" Ron shouted out, Hermione looked slightly alarmed at his sudden outburst. "It's a boy! Just like his father, look how big his…"

"Ron!" Hermione's eyes widened. "That's her leg; it's a girl!" "Both the Healer and Hermione began laughing at him.

"Yes, it's a girl."

Ron's jaw dropped. "Girl?" He smiled widely. "A daughter," he seemed in an excited stupor. "We're going to have a daughter."

Hermione just smiled at him, understanding his shock. "Oh I can't wait to know what Ginny's having, it's great that they'll be so close in age. Now we can get more clothes and start thinking of names. Oh and Ginny will be able to get pink decorations for the shower."

The healer was now cleaning off Hermione's stomach; she spoke, as she did, about something but Ron just stared at her, not really comprehending what she was saying. He had always wanted a daughter; He had always imagined having that special father-daughter relationship. Suddenly he couldn't wait for her to be born.

'I wonder what she'll be like?' he started to think. 'I hope I'm a good father.' He began to worry. 'I hope that I don't mess this up. I hope I can give her everything she wants. What if I can't protect her? I'm going to screw this up. No, no I'll be fine.' An internal battle was waging. 'I don't know…'

"Ron, are you alright?" Hermione looked concerned but Ron hadn't even notice that she was up and ready to leave.

"Oh, yeah; fine. Let's get home, then if we're finished."

"Don't forget your first baby picture," the healer reminded them as the made to leave the room.

"Thank you!" Hermione took it from her and watched as the baby moved slowly, as she had on the ultrasound monitor.

"I'll see you for you next appointment next month, but if you need anything before then don't hesitate..."

"Thanks," Hermione said again and led Ron out of the room.

He looked at his wife; pregnant and gorgeous, 'One thing's for sure;' he thought, If she looks anything like Hermione she's not leaving the house 'til she's thirty.' His mind suddenly jumped to Ginny, his little sister and then next closest woman in his life, 'and she's not going anywhere near anyone like Harry.'

This chapter is kind of short but I thought it was pretty funny; the whole 'leg' thing was based on something that happened to someone I know. I head the story again recently and just had to put it in this story. Thanks for all the reviews, I'm so glad that so many people are enjoying this story so much. I'm certainly enjoying writing it. I'm anticipating their being about four-five more chapters; the baby shower will probably be next. It may take a little longer to get that chapter up though; I have a lot of things to do in the next few days so I doubt I'll get much time to write. Just a warning but I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Yeah, I know Hermione isn't really the frills and bows kind of girl but with Ginny's influence… I imagine two pregnant, hormonal, and excited women would buy that sort of thing. And I would imagine that Hermione would have a bit of an inkling that the baby was a girl, anyway; pregnant women always know. But either way, I had to make it something the Ron would detest.