Hey you guys! I'm so sorry, for I've completely been neglectful towards this story recently. I feel terrible, really. I'm super content right now, so I think I'll begin writing again. It may not be as frequent as you and I both would wish, but hey, I'm writing. So, before this little note bores you to death, read the story.

Colors

Cuz when you're gone,
all the colours fade.
When you're gone,
no new years day parade.
You're gone,
colours seem to fade.

"Darling, I'll only be gone three weeks." Ron said, placing a pair of Auror trousers into his trunk.

"That's three weeks too long! We have tasks to finish. We have to paint Rose's room and…" the thought hit her like a sack of flour. "what if you're gone when she's born?" She followed him around as he hastily packed.

Ron spun around, looking her in the eye "That could never happen, Hermione. You know that."

"Yes? Well, what if it does? Hm? Then what would happen?" She threw her hand on her hips.

"You should very well know that I'd be there in a single apparation. You've nothing to be afraid of. I'll be there. And one more thing," He pointed out.

"Yes?"

"I've been thinking… I'm not sure how I feel about the name Rose," Hermione looked shocked, hurt even.

"It's not that it's not a pretty name, it really is, but is it what we want to name our daughter? Is that what we want to call her permanently?"

Hermione became quite angry. She walked towards him and began banging on his toned arms. "Ronald Weasley, you daft Git! You leave here now, and don't come back until I need you to, you hear me?" She shoved him out the door and spilled into the armchair and wept.

As she cried, Ron walked up the street, looked back at the cottage, and apparated to Headquarters. He wanted to go back, but he knew of the terrible consequences of his wife's attitude.

Back at the cottage, Hermione helped herself out of the hot bathtub and proceeded her grooming. She then dressed and made tea.

As she looked out the window, the August rain trickled down the pane. She thought of apparating to Harry and Ginny's to give Ginny her birthday present and chat, but she knew of the work that lied ahead.

Clarence was her and Ron's House Elf. He was much younger than Kreacher or Dobby, but he was the picture of health for a House Elf and he was quite the gentle-hearted one. Hermione protested getting one, but Ron insisted that they'd need one since she was pregnant and he was finishing his last minute missions before Rose… if he still intended to call her that.

Hermione and Clarence spent the better part of the morning and afternoon painting the nursery. It was a pale ballet shoe Pink, and there were little strings of crystal lights hanging from scattered parts of the ceiling. The crib that was once Hermione's own, sat in the corner, painted a pale green. It was still just like it'd been twenty years back. Back before Hermione was a Witch and before she even knew Ron.

Ron… She missed him so much already. She knew he'd have come back, but the mission was almost started. She wondered if he was thinking about her. She wondered if he meant all the things he'd said about the name, and how he'd promised to be there for her birth… if he still even loved her.

"I do think we've done an exceptional job, Ms Hermione. I'm very proud of our painting skills." Clarence smiled at Hermione, for he knew she was upset and missing Ron.

"Thank you, Clarence. Yes, this room turned out very beautifully." She looked around and gave a weak smile.

"Would Hermione like some supper?" Clarence asked.

"You know I'd never ask you to cook for me, Clarence, but… I'd love some. Would you like to eat with me?" She asked.

"I'd be honored, Ms Hermione." Clarence took her swollen hand and led her downstairs to the kitchen.

That night, Ron dreamt only of Hermione and their daughter. He dreamt of the mistakes he'd made, and how much he desired going back to her, if he could.

Safe to say, that night, they dreamt of one another.

So, this is super duper short. I wasn't planning on adding all the drama in there, it just happened. I hope you review this, even thought it's not quite as good as any other. And I hope you continue to read this story, even thought I've slacked off immensely. Keep Reviewing and Favoriting! I love you all! xx