HoH, Ravenclaw, Drabble, Prompt: Toast, on homemade bread. With good whipped butter and strawberry preserves., WC: 370

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"I made you something," Ron calls up the stairs to me, a gentle reminder that I'm not as alone as I feel today. I start to shift towards him and the bed creaks loudly. Dammit. "Stay in bed, I'll bring it. Honestly, Hermione, anyone would think you weren't on bed-rest or something."

"Well, I don't want to be on bed-rest," I say as Ron reaches the landing and watches me from the doorway, grinning. "Look at me, I'm fine. Healthy as a horse."

"Hermione, you're huge," he replies.

"That is so rude."

Ron just laughs.

"Don't laugh at me, Ronald," I say, frustrated for the sixtieth time this morning since being sent home from the doctor's. "This is entirely your fault. You and your stupid Weasley-ness. I'm enormous. Monstrous, even. I can't imagine what it's going to be like pushing this baby out of me in a month's time. A month, Ronald, a month! I just cannot believe it. I've always been healthy until you come near me and suddenly I'm on bed-rest - stop laughing at me!"

"I can't help it," he says. "I love you, and I'm excited for our baby. Now, look. Food."

Here, he has my attention. Like any other gigantic pregnant woman, food is constantly on my radar.

"It's all fresh," Ron continues, walking further into the room. He sets the tray on the dresser and moves closer so he can sort out my pile of cushions. Then he brings over a plate of jam on toast. My heart wells and my eyes start to fill with tears. "The bread is homemade - your favourite, and gluten free. The jam is fresh too, from strawberries my mother brought over yesterday afternoon. And the butter, whipped. Hey, no, don't cry, it's just food."

I sniff loudly. "Oh Ron, it's so lovely. I'm just... I'm so allergic to strawberries." His face falls. "I thought you knew. I'm so sorry."

"It's alright, really," he says, taking the food away. "I'll eat it. And I'll get you something else. Tacos?"

"For breakfast?" I ask.

"If you want -"

"Yes!"

He grins at me, presses a swift kiss to my cheek, and disappears again. Maybe bed-rest won't be quite so awful, after all.

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