A 'pop' echoed throughout the silent house, as the family reappeared home. Hermione loosened her hold on Ron and yawned widely. Rose stirred in her fathers' arms, but remained sound asleep.

"I'll go put her to bed real fast," Ron whispered. His wife nodded and he headed upstairs.

Hermione milled about the living room for a moment, thinking of nothing in particular. Then, a feeling struck her, she was hungry. Glancing at the clock on the wall, it read 11:23. Normally this was way to late for her to be eating, but the hunger pains were growing stronger. She walked over into the kitchen and opened the magnet covered refrigerator.

Looking inside, she found many tasty looking foods, but none that seemed to satisfy her cravings. Bending down, she pulled open the drawer and found freshly washed carrots. Grabbing them, she closed the drawer and continued searching. Scooting over the milk, she found a bowl of banana pudding and a jar of pickles. She put the carrots on the counter and grabbed the pudding and pickles, kicking the fridge closed.

Hermione looked over the contents and smiled. Her stomach growled hungrily, so she reached in the cabinet for a bowl. Spooning out the banana pudding into the bowl, she placed the carrots in with it, making a smiley face. Picking up her bowl and pickle jar, she headed to the table. Sitting down, she realized she had forgotten a spoon, so pulling out her wand she whispered, "Accio spoon."

She grabbed the spoon out of mid-air and smiled with satisfaction. As she put a spoonful in her mouth, her eyes closed, savoring every bite of the concoction. A cough from the doorway cut short her blissful moment. Opening her eyes, she saw Ron walking of over to her, glancing down at the food in front of her.

"Didn't you just eat?" he asked laughing, "and is that carrots in pudding? With…pickles?" Looking at the horrible excuse of a meal in front of him, he grimaced at the thought of what it tasted like.

"Yes," Hermione snapped, "and so what if I just ate, you eat all that time. I never say a word to you about it."

"Alright, fair enough. Enjoy your…meal," Ron said calmly, remembering that it was just the hormones kicking in again; or at least he hoped it was.

"Can you get me a fork?" Hermione asked, unscrewing the top of the pickle jar, her tone much more reasonable.

"Sure love," Ron sighed, getting up from his chair. He opened the drawer and grabbed a fork, but he noticed something small sitting next to the plastic tray full of silverware. Reaching down and grabbing it, he smiled. It was Rose's first baby spoon. Taking it with him, he went back to his place at the table next to his wife.

"What've you got there?" she asked, taking the fork and piercing it through a couple of pickle slices.

"It's Rose's first spoon," he chuckled, turning it over in his hands, and handing it to Hermione.

"I remember this," she said laughing. "You never understood why a baby would need a certain type of spoon."

"I still don't know why to this day," he admitted, scratching his head.

"Do you think that Rose could possibly fit something like a tablespoon in her mouth?" she questioned. Ron thought about it for a moment but when he went to say something, Hermione cut him off. "The answer is no Ron, no she can't."

"Well if you stretched," he began, pausing to look at Hermione's face. A look of disbelief washed over her face at the word 'stretched.' "I'm kidding Hermione," he laughed, "I was only kidding. I may be weird sometimes, but I'm not barking mad."

"You're an absolute git, you know that?" she stated, "an absolute git."

"And yet you married me anyway," Ron grinned, leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes.

"Sometimes I wonder about that," Hermione chuckled, finishing her food and putting the lid back on the pickle jar. She got up and put the things back in the refrigerator, then picked up the baby spoon again. "Just think, in a couple more months, we'll be using this again."

"Yeah, and in a couple more months, more crying, screaming, and dirty, smelly diapers," he added, getting up and tucking in the chairs.

"Yes, but you love it and you know it," she said, encircling him in a hug and looking up at him.

"Sure, but you'll never see me admit that in public," he laughed, looking back down at his wife.

"Fine with me," she whispered. Closing her eyes, she leaned up to kiss him, but never met his lips.

"Oh no, I'm not kissing you after you've eaten that assortment of foods," he said, stepping away from Hermione and heading towards the living room, "you brush your teeth first, then we'll see." And with that, he headed up the stairs for a goodnights sleep.

"You prat!" Hermione yelled in a whisper, picking up a pillow off the couch and heaving it at his slowly disappearing figure. Quickening her pace, she followed her husband up the stairs, having no intention of brushing her teeth till she gave him a kiss.

So here is chapter 5...
I plan on quickening the pace of the story after this chapter,
but I wanted to add this one in to show the weird cravings starting
to kick into gear. I meant to put it in the last one, but it slipped my mind.
So, just a short, sweet chapter, I hope you enjoyed.
Reviews? Comments? Whatever you like :)
~Smartie