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Chapter4:A Happy Family Indeed…

"Okay, lets see… you already have a crib and the furniture for the baby, all you need is personal items. What do you want to get a mixture of yellow and pink since it's a girl or get all pink," asked Hermione's best friend Kiara.

Picking up a baby stuffed panda bear that held a small rattle in its hand with a pink sweater, Hermione pondered on how she would decorate the nursery. "I don't know. I think it would be better to have some random colors other than pink, she might be a girl but pink can get tiring after awhile," Hermione replied to her friend rubbing her swollen belly. It had been 5 months since she found out she was pregnant and now, 6 months pregnant, it felt wonderful. Everyone was happy for her, especially Ron.

Quietly peeping into her husband's home office, Hermione stood at the doorway both nervous and excited. Making little noise as possible since Ron was on the phone handling business, Hermione walked into the office and sat in one of the two brown chairs that sat opposite his desk in front of him.

"Uh huh. Yes, well Mr. Johnson, I need money for my services and you need my services, you came to me and my offer is more then generous, almost too generous. If you can find someone with a better deal you let me know. Right, okay then, we'll have a meeting sometime next week and we will discuss the details. Have a good one, bye," Ron spoke on the phone and hung up. Sighing to himself and looking up to his wife, he gave her small smile.

"Hey baby, what do I owe the pleasure," he said getting up and walking around his desk to her. Pulling her up slowly from her chair by her hand, Ron took her spot in the chair and pulled her to his lap.

Wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling at him, Hermione kissed his nose and laid her head on his shoulder and gazed at the office. Many pictures of him and his family graced the beige walls. One was of him and the twins, George and Fred, fishing at their grandparents' pond in their backyard. Ron was about 19 and looked so happy. Another picture was of him and his mom playing Chess together. Mrs. Weasley was a champ at Chess and never let anyone forget it, Ron had won a few games and was pretty good himself. It always got heated when they played together. One picture that graced his desk was her favorite in the office. It was of her and Ron on their wedding day. She always loved looking at that picture and thinking about how their friendship, relationship and marriage evolved into what they became, what they are, and what they will be in the future.

Kissing the top of his head and straddling his lap in his seat facing him, Hermione held her breath and looked into his eyes. "I'm pregnant."

Ron became silent for a few short moments and even though she knew that he would be shocked by the news since they technically weren't trying to get pregnant, she still was waiting for him to react to the news. She wanted him to be happy and excited about the new baby.

Grabbing hold of her legs and keeping them around his waist, Ron picked her up and spun her around and hugged her tightly. "We're- we're going to have a baby Hermione," Ron asked softly with a strained voice.

Pulling back slightly and looking at his face and wrapping her arms around his neck, Hermione saw the tears in his eyes and began to cry herself. Nodding, she replied, "yes."

That was 5 months ago and things between her a Ron have been great. Hes become attentive and they spend a lot more time together going on dates, hanging out at home, watching movies and talking like they used to. She missed talking to him and having conversations at night, especially when they lay in bed. He promised to not have meetings back to back and would tell her in a timely manner, especially now since she needed him to take care of their now growing family.

Glancing at her watch Hermione saw that it was almost time for her doctor's appointment. So she and Kiara bought the few baby clothes and stuffed animals and headed to the doctor's office. Ron promised to meet her there since he had to help his dad with some family matters at home. He's been going to her appointments and has kept his promises so she saw no need in not trusting him this time.

-At the doctor's office-

"Do you have any questions about your pregnancy Hermione?" asked Dr. Malfoy. Dr. Malfoy was twenty-nine and was gorgeous to say the least; blond hair that was cut nicely but was somewhat shaggy. He used to wear it glued to his head with a huge assortment of hair products, now he just lets it fall over his forehead naturally. It fit him well.

"Yes I've be-"

"Sorry I'm late, traffic was a killer today," said Ron walking in suddenly. He had missed the entire examination and was an hour and a half late.

Hermione glanced at Ron with annoyance. He could have called her saying traffic was bad. Even though it was mid-May, it was not too hot outside and Ron looked like he had just ran a marathon. His hair was sticking to his forehead and his face was flushed pink and he was huffing and puffing.

"Ron, you look like you ran here from the office. Are you okay?" Hermione asked with a stiff tone. She had genuine concern for her husband but at the same time she was pissed. Between her hormones and this baby killing her back she was not in the mood for this. Hell she would probably have been pissed even if he called and said he was going to be late. He didn't have to carry an extra 30 pounds, heart burn, cravings, raging hormones—

"Mr. Weasley, I was just going over the examination with your wife and what should be happening the next 2 months, have a seat," Dr. Malfoy said interrupting Hermione of her thoughts.

Ron stood next to Hermione, kissing her cheek and smiling apologetically. Giving him the side eye, Hermione just whispered to him that they would talk later.

"What was your concern Hermione?" Dr. Malfoy asked once the couple had settled in.

"I was saying that my back has been hurting a lot lately. Is that normal?" replied Hermione.

"Yes, especially since you're far along. Even though you have about 3 more months to go, the extra weight from the baby would cause some stress on your back, resulting in backaches. I recommend you be put on bed rest and not become stressed. Your vitals and everything with the baby is fine but considering your family history and from your miscarriage, I would strongly suggest you take it very, very easy."

Nodding her head in agreement, the three discussed ways to keep Hermione at home and who would stay and help her while she was at home.

-In the car on their way home-

"What the fuck was that? Why were you late Ronald?" Hermione all but screamed to him,

"Didn't the doctor tell you to take it easy and not get stressed?"

"You are my stress Ronald. You were over an hour late and you smell like you've been drinking. Its in the middle of the day and I had a doctor's appointment. Why the hell have you been drinking?"

"I only had two beers with a colleague and a potential investor. I told you I had a meeting Hermione!"

"And you also said you would be ON TIME! Ugh!"

Gripping the wheel hard and trying to steer the car correctly, Ron just went silent. He knew he wouldn't win this argument and she'd just keep nagging. Usually when Hermione got angry it would turn him on but since she got more and more pregnant it would just annoy the fuck out of him. Plus the few drinks were starting to take effect. He had a little more than two beers but he knew he was under the level that would consider him drunk but not by much.

Parking the car and turning it off, Ron helped his wife inside the house. She was still nagging about him being late. Things were going good between them but these mood swings needed to stop NOW!

Putting her purse on the table, Hermione walked into the kitchen and checked the house phone to see if anyone called or left any messages.

Ron was busy making himself and sandwich.

"Do you want a sandwich or something to eat," he asked.

"No thank you"

Sitting at the table and drinking her bottle of water, Hermione glanced at Ron making his sandwich. She was calming down from earlier but she was still not done completely chewing him off. Things had been great between them, but even Hermione knows when something is changing in her husband. Whether she says something about it or not does not mean that she was oblivious.

"Ron, I'm going to go and lay down. Can you help me upstairs please?"

Putting down his sandwich, Ron took Hermione's hand firmly but gently and helped her up and walked to the stairs. They walked in silence but they both knew that they had some things to discuss but for now they just wanted some peace and quiet in the house and amongst them.

Walking into their bedroom, Ron helped Hermione to the bed and took off her shoes and gave her a small foot massage while she drifted off to sleep.

"Mmm, you're trying to get out of the dog house huh?" said Hermione while her eyes began to get heavy, That massage felt so good!

"I have no idea what you are talking about baby," Ron replied with a small smirk on his face. Anything he could do to make her comfortable and more importantly, not chew him out was on his to do list. He had a headache now and he wasn't sure if it was from the drinks or from her nagging.

Seeing that Hermione was now sleeping, Ron tucked her in under the blankets and kissed her forehead. Walking out the room and turning the lights off, Ron went down stairs for another drink and to finish his sandwich. He needed to calm down so he went into the living room and watched ESPN. Falling asleep on the couch Ron dreamed of his future with his new family and hoped for the best, but here's to hoping