Hello Again! I know the last chapter was a crap chapter. So sorry about that! I wrote it in the middle of the night, and I have no idea as to where my mid must've been. So… I'm sorry, and I hope this chapter will greatly make up for it. So read it. And, if you would, please review! One review from you makes my entire day, no joke! Read on, Lovelies!

Letters Because I Love You

Poems and words

Rhymes and phrases

Nothing more than a hello in the subtext

Possibly an "I Love You" here and there

All meaning more than written of…

Being a new Auror, Ron had to spend many long days in training. Even some weekends, he was away, assisting Harry on his missions. It was more of a partnership than an assistance for Harry. That is, of course, the reason he chose to train Ron. He hardly trained him at all. The truly wasn't anything that Harry knew, that Ron didn't.

Ultimately, it was hard on Hermione. Ginny too. Hermione had never expected to see her husband as much times as any new wife would prefer, but this sometimes was outrageous. She'd never experienced greater lonesomeness than on nights when Ron was supposed to be home from a successful mission, but was not. She knew better than to be worried about him meeting someone more interesting in a beautiful place such as Paris, or Melbourne, even in the States he had missions where he had the opportunity to meet more Culturally diverse women. But he had Harry there to remind him of the magnificent woman who was always, always waiting at home for him.

"Mione? You home?" Ron searched through the first floor of their cottage home.

"Hermione. You're beginning to worry me, where in Merlin's name are you?" Ron was tired. His nearly three-day mission in Bombay had easily warn him out. He was hungry, cold and he wanted his wife. Ron Weasley was not a Happy Camper.

As Ron was about to cry like a three year old from hunger and exhaustion, Gertrude tapped at the window. She laid a stack of two letters on the ledge.

The first letter was from Harry. It was the most recent.

Ron,

Is Hermione home with you? I can't seem to find Ginny or James around at all. I'm starting to worry. Are they with you? Are they together? If you see them, please Owl me.

Harry James Potte, Auror.

Much to Ron's relief, the second letter was from Hermione. He was still a bit frightened to open it. He clenched his eyes closed and tore it open.

Ronald,

It's Hermione… But you already know that, don't you? I'd hope so. If you ever got amnesia on one of those fowl missions, I'd never live it down. Anyway, I wanted to let you know that Ginny, James and I are completely safe. We both had the feeling that you and Harry would be arriving late from the Bombay mission, so we decided to pay your parents a visit. We're at the Burrow. If we're not home by ten o'clock, then you're allowed to worry and come looking for us. Sorry for the fright…

Love you lots

Hermione xx

Ron let a sigh of relief, only to worry what time it actually had been in London, for he was still on Bombay time. It was nine-fifteen. He was not allowed to worry for at least another forty-five more minutes. And to Ron, this was forty-five minutes too long.

He sat in his armchair, with Crookshanks on his lap. On nights when Hermione was away, Ron would secretly allow Crookshanks to curl up on his lap. Ron enjoyed petting him. He wasn't grouchy or smelly like any other cat, he was clean, sweet, wise and he smelled like Hermione's old sweaters, which Ron absolutely loved the scent of.

At nine fifty-two, the kitchen door creaked open, and Crookshanks leapt off of Ron's lap, which caused Ron to wake up. Ron looked around the room, his eyes landed on Hermione. She was beautiful in the lamplight. Stunning, actually. She had an unusual but sweet glow upon her face. She smiled at him in the chair.

"Evening, Love." She whispered.

"Evening…" He inspected her. "Missed you." He smiled, grabbing her hand.

"I missed you too. Sorry for going to the Burrow. I sent you an Owl-"

"I got it." He said. "You look different…"

"Do I? I haven't done anything, I don't think." She blinked in thought.

"Yes. Different… Better. How was your time without me spent?" He grinned.

Ron always liked hearing of Hermione's activities while he was away.

"I was sort of sick." She looked up.

"Awe, really? What's wrong?" He asked, concerned. Hermione rarely got sick.

"Well, your mother told me that… Erm… I'm pregnant, Ron. We're going to have a baby." She smiled widely as she waited for her husband's reaction.

"Oh really?"

"Yes!"

"A babe-… A babe… A… ba…" He fell back into his chair.

Hermione giggled. He had taken it better than planned. A baby. Her and Ron… and a baby. Exciting, yes… But frightening too. Oh well! Goodness knows they were up for anything!

Hope you liked this chapter. Too soon for little Rose? I admit, I did skip forward slightly. Too late, it's written. Please Review and Favorite and what ever else you'd like! Just don't copy. If you do… I'll find ya! Haha! Much, much, much love! xx