A/N: I've edited this - added a bit at the end. Sorry the chapter is still short but I really haven't been happy with the last couple of chapters so I'll start again next chapter with a fresh start. Also, I'm going away tomorrow until Sunday, so I won't update again until next week. Thanks for the reviews!

Ron had chosen to walk home from the shop that evening. At least part of the way. It gave him more time to think, and he needed a lot of that at the moment. He still wasn't sure why he was going home tonight. He'd checked with Harry, and he and Ginny were perfectly happy to let him stay the night.

He could be heading to Godric's Hollow to spend some time away from Hermione. He felt that was what they both needed, space. Instead, George had somehow convinced him that going home was the right thing to do tonight. Oh, how he was regretting the decision to agree.

As he traipsed through Muggle London, Ron decided there was no point in wallowing in his repetitive thoughts and instead decided to apparate the rest of the way home. Within seconds, he was in the street where he and Hermione lived in Kent.

He drew his breath at the sight of the lights on in the house; Hermione was home. Bracing himself for a night of arguing, he placed a hand on the door, which swung open at his touch.

Hermione looked around the kitchen frantically as she heard the door open, signalling that Ron was home. The table was set and the food was ready. She'd even found a bottle of their favourite wine, solely for Ron's consumption, of course.

She hoped she'd done it right. Ron hated things to be overdone and overdressed; he found in pointless. She'd picked out a nicer table cloth than usual and had chosen their best china and silverware, but had otherwise made no changes to their usual dinner set-up.

Hermione half smiled as Ron came into the kitchen. As always, he sought out food.

"H-Hi," She said, cursing the stammer in her voice that betrayed her otherwise calm exterior.

Ron said nothing, but nodded curtly.

"I made dinner," She said, gesturing to the table.

"I can see," He said harshly. "Can I eat, or?"

"Yes, yes, of course," She said hurriedly, taking off her apron and sitting down at the table opposite him.

They sat in silence for a while, both of them enjoying the meal. Hermione wracked her brains for something to say to her husband, hating herself for agreeing so readily to George's plan and not thinking things through. She had fully expected Ron to either not return tonight or storm straight upstairs – she hadn't spared a thought to the possibility that that he might sit and eat the meal she'd prepared.

"Ron," She said, sipping at her water. "I'm really sorry about earlier. I didn't know I was going to be in court until the last minute, and Heath promised me it'd be over by half twelve. By the time I was finished I had literally no time to spare – I had to get those reports done and you know what he's like."

Ron nodded again.

"And I'm – I'm sorry about yesterday, too. I spoke to Harry yesterday and he kind of explained everything." Hermione paused, but decided not to wait for Ron's response – she suddenly knew everything she needed to say. "I just got fed up but I had no right to snap at you like that. I mean, we haven't done that since, what, fifth year?"

Ron half smiled.

"I am so, so, sorry," She told him seriously. "You were only trying to help. I get that now."

Ron bit his lip, toying with his food whilst Hermione watched him apprehensively.

After a long silence, he sighed and dropped his fork, taking Hermione's hands in his.

Kissing the back of her left hand, he looked at her. "The Railway Children?" He asked.

Hermione beamed, allowing Ron to pull her into the living room, all plans of dinner forgotten.

"Listen," Ron said, kissing Hermione's forehead as the credits started to roll. "I'm sorry about earlier."

"I thought we agreed it was my fault," Hermione whispered.

"No, we didn't," Ron said slowly. "I was completely over the line. You shouldn't... I mean, I shouldn't have... Hermione, you're carrying our baby. You can be as snappy and as stroppy as you want."

Hermione laughed. "Feel free to tell me to shut up anytime you want."

"I won't," Ron smiled, kissing her again, wrapping the blanket tighter around them. Within seconds, he felt Hermione's body relax next to his as she fell into sleep.