Prompt: Ron's on an unexpected auror mission and gets minor injuries. Hermione goes crazy thinking he's seriously injury. Young rose and Hugo could be there too? Can you tell I'm liking fluff and family romione at the moment

Ron was washing the dishes in the sink. Dinner had been better than usual. Hermione cooked pot roast and veggies for dinner for them tonight and for once it was almost like how Mum made it. So while she was tending Rose to her bed and getting Hugo from his crib, Ron was tidying the kitchen. The nights he cooked, she cleaned. That had been their arrangement since she finished school, so many years ago.

Ron felt it first, the wiggling in his pocket, seconds before Harry's stag popped into the room.

"Ron! Auror All-call. Code Red. Emergency portkey in 2 minutes. We're going to Northumberland."

"Shit!" Ron wiped his hands on his sleep trousers and raced for his closet to throw on his work trousers, jumper, and boots.

Hermione walked into the room with three month old Hugo on her hip. He was sucking on her thumb until she could get him settled into dinner.

"Ron, where are you going? It's ten o'clock at night."

"It's an Auror All-call. I have to go."

"But you're an instructor, not a full-fledged Auror now."

He pulled the zips on his boots before shrugging into his all-black wool jumper. "Doesn't matter on an All-call. All Aurors who are not retired are required to go." He reached into the closet and slid into his dragon skin jacket and pulled the wool beanie onto his head. He kissed her and kissed Hugo on his cheek. "I dunno when I'll be back."

Hermione pulled him back for a passionate kiss. "Come back to me," she whispered across the front of his lips

"I will," he replied back just as softly.

Ron pulled his wand from his trousers and uttered Portus to make his wand the Auror emergency Portkey. The wand turned blue and he was yanked out of their den and into danger once again.

Hugo started wailing, startled from Daddy disappearing right before his very eyes. "Shhhh, Hugo. Daddy's going out to help people. It's OK. He'll come back to us shortly."

Hermioine juggled him from her hip to her shoulder, trying to keep his startled wailing down so he wouldn't wake Rose who had just fallen asleep a little while earlier. They settled into the couch and she started him on his late evening routine, nursing for his last feeding of the night before tucking him back into bed at 11.

While Hugo nursed, Hermione let her mind wander and the worry for her husband built quickly into anxiety and those dark thoughts overwhelmed her. Before Hugo fell asleep attached to her breast, she was quietly sobbing for his return.

Hugo would wake again at 3am for another meal but maybe by then, Ron would have returned home to them.

Hermione woke with a start. She turned to the illuminated clock on her bedside table and saw it was half 1 in the morning. Another thud from the den told her Ron was finally home.

She pulled back the bedclothes and put on her slippers and housecoat. With her wand in hand she opened the door to their bedroom and walked silently down the stairs to the den. The lights were on and Ron's boots were at the foot of the stairs.

Small spots dotted the floor.

Lumos.

Blood was on the front hallway floor. A trail went into the kitchen. Hermione followed it, with her wand at the ready, when she saw Ron leaning over the sink washing his face. "Ron?"

He turned and she gasped in horror. His face was still covered in blood, along with his hands and the front of his jumper. His eyes were both darkened as well, like he had been punched in the nose.

She shrieked and ran to him, running her hands over his gory face. "You're hurt!"

Ron grabbed her hands and pulled them back from his face. "I'm fine. It's only a small laceration on my scalp. See?" He let go of her hands and pulled back the fringe to show her the gash on his scalp.

"That's not small. That's four inches at least."

Ron smirked.

"Oh stop it. You look dreadful." Hermione broke a smile before she plucked the flannel from his hands and started working on cleaning his face. Under the blood and dirt and grime was his pale face, darkened eyes and a mess on his jumper and in his hair. "What happened?"

"It was a necessary all-call. A werewolf got out of his sanctuary room and was terrorizing a small village up in Northumberland. I know the bugger couldn't help it but we were called in to assist."

Hermione gasped and quit washing his face when he mentioned the situation. "Please tell me you didn't hurt the poor person."

"No, dear, thankfully. It took all of us to corner him and then we stunned him and got him to a safe place for the rest of the night. The A & E healer administered some fast-acting wolfsbane potion and a sleeping draught. When I left he was a snoring werewolf in the confining chamber at the Bailiff's office. I'm sure I'll see the report when I get back to the office Monday morning."

Hermione went back to washing his face and neck with the flannel. "How'd you get hurt?"

"That's the funny part of the story, really. The Aurors had the order of stunners only, using it to corral him to a corner where we could capture him. Williamson was being a prat and accidently cast Periculum and it hit me right on the head. Bugger felt terrible about it for hitting me practically in the face."

"But you were bleeding when you came home."

"Yeah, I reckon I was too busy protecting some kid who had run out of the cottage screaming for us to not hurt his papa. I picked the little one up and held him back while the rest stunned him and got him safe, from himself and us." Ron pulled Hermione's hand close to his face. "Lil' boy was about three or four, and fought like a fiend in my arms, screaming about not hurting his Daddy. Broke my heart but the kid was swinging his arms at me too. He hit me in the nose and that's why it was bleeding too. The healer fixed my nose but the mess was mine to get cleaned up."

"And the child? Was he hurt?"

"His mum ran out after him once her husband was down and thanked me for keeping her son safe. He was upset that Daddy was hurt and screamed we were hurting him. I calmed him down and told him that we were helping Daddy get to a safe place for the night."

"Daddy's home," a sleepy voice came from the doorway. They both turned and there stood Rose, holding Komodo, her hair sleep tussled and half-asleep.

Ron took two steps and scooped her up into his arms. She immediately latched onto his neck and held him tight. Seconds later, she pulled back from his jumper. "You stinky."

"Sorry Rosie. Daddy got messy helping people tonight." She wiggled and he let her down. "How about getting back into bed and I'll be in to tuck you in and read you a story."

"Sure Daddy," she said quietly before smiling and returning to the stairs. She toddled up them while Hermione kept watch as she ascended the short flight to her room.

Once Rose was back in her room, Ron turned back to his wife. "So I'm stinky now, huh?"

Hermione stepped into his waiting arms and scrunched her nose. "It's certainly not a draught of Amortentia, that's for certain, but I detect hints of you under the stench."

"Stench? I'm not that bad, am I?"

She looked up at his now cleaned face. "You've smelled better, and worse. Go on and get a shower and leave the robes in the loo and I'll wash them."

"And Rose?"

"I'll stay with her until you come read her the story."

"Sorted."

Ron took a step towards the stairs to their bedroom and stopped. He stepped back to his wife and embraced her once again, dropping kisses on her face and cheeks.

"What's wrong?"

"Will you stay awake for me, for a little while? I could use some company this morning."

Hermione pulled back and looked at her husband. "Is something troubling you?"

"Just thinking back to what happened that first night in the Shrieking shack. I just – "

Hermione stepped back into his arms and hugged him tight. "I understand. I'll wait up for you." She let go and went to Rose's room. She stopped at the second step. "I'll get Hugo a charmed dummy too so he'll sleep another couple of hours. You need me tonight, don't you?"

Ron nodded quietly.

"Then go get a shower. I'll be in shortly."