Epilogue
The kitchen was bustling in Hermione's flat. It was Saturday morning and the brunette was cooking breakfast for Bill. The tea kettle whistled, bacon sizzled, eggs fried, and toast popped.
This was one hell of a way to wake someone up.
Eventually, and with some coaxing, Bill got out of bed and wandered down into the kitchen. "Smells good, love." He mumbled still half asleep, but when a plate was set in front of him suddenly his body reacted and swallowed all of the food whole.
At least that's what it seemed like to Hermione who ate her small plate of food daintily.
"So when do you think we should tell your mum?" The simple question make Bill choke on a bite of egg. "I only mean that she's going to be upset if we don't tell her soon. She'll think we hid it from her."
"We are hiding it from her!" Bill did not enjoy conversations like these.
Earlier in the week Hermione had been sent home early from her job at St. Mungos because she was feeling ill. After the doctors ran a few tests they learned that Hermione and Bill were expecting their first child together. But, they hadn't gotten married yet.
"We're already engaged Bill, what's the harm in telling her that she's going to be a grandmother?" Always the voice of reason, Hermione tried her best to convince her fiancé to just tell his family the news. They would be excited!
"She doesn't know that we even sleep in the same bed, let alone make babies!"
"Baby." Hermione corrected with a coy grin. "I made sure to have them check and there's only one in there."
Rolling his eyes Bill flicked his wand and watched as the dishes started washing themselves. "If you really want, we can tell everyone tomorrow at the family dinner."
"It would mean the world to me. I want them to know and I need help on what to do." It had been Hermione's worst feat to be pregnant and not know how to act, what to cut out of her diet, and what not to do. Her mother had never gotten the chance to teach her that.
They arrived by floo the next morning at the Burrow fully prepared for the weekly Weasley (and spouse) dinner. Being the oldest Bill always came early to help prepare.
"Good morning dad," Bill and Arthur shook hands while the patriarch gave Hermione a hug. "Can we talk to you for a moment?"
The Burrow was noiseless, something that was rather unnerving but Molly and Arthur sat on the couch looking up at their oldest son and his fiancé.
"Is everything alright?" Molly asked, ever the worrier.
"Of course, we just have some news to tell you." Placing a calming hand on Bill's back, Hermione suddenly got nervous.
Bill had dodged numerous curses in tombs and pyramids in Egypt, he had grown up in a household with six younger siblings (two of which almost burned the house down several times), and he had fought death eaters at the Quidditch World Cup the summer before Hermione's fourth year at Hogwarts. But telling his mother that he was having a child out of wedlock was the most frightening thing he could have ever imagined.
It took a few more deep breaths and confusing looks from his parents, but Bill eventually spoke. "Hermione and I are giving you the greatest gift of all." Tears started welling in Molly's eyes. "We're having a baby."
Molly burst into tears as she ran to her son and smothered him with hugs, followed shortly after by her husband who clapped him on the shoulder congratulating the couple. It didn't take long for Molly to rush over and tell Hermione she looked peckish that there were a few potions she should be taking daily.
"I will say that this is a great surprise but I am very disappointed that you two are not waiting until you are married to start a family." Eventually the dry eyed Molly scolded the pair, only to smile again thinking of a grandchild.
Only a few hours later the other children started to arrive and dinner was soon to be ready. All the men joked and talked while the women helped in the kitchen. Ginny and Hermione sat at the table going over details for Hermione's wedding. Ginny was the maid of honor and as her gift wanted to plan everything. It wasn't like Hermione could refuse that.
When dinner was finally ready and the table was set everyone heartily dug into their food barely speaking and making noises that could only have meant the food was delicious. The food was always delicious.
By the end of the meal only Ron was helping himself to a third slice of pie and Bill decided the worst part was over. He stood and cleared his throat.
"I want to tell you all something." Suddenly all eyes were on him. "We're having a baby!"
The cheers from the family were almost deafening but Bill was just happy no one was punching him for having his kid without being married yet.
Looking to the woman on his left he smiled. It was going to be a good life.
A/N: Babies! I have to admit, I love ending my stories with babies. They're just so cute! Anyway, thank you thank you thank you for reading (and hopefully reviewing) and sticking with the story for the years it took to produce it. I promise there will be others to fill the void.