And Baby Makes Three

And Baby Makes 3

"I want to have a baby," Hermione stated calmly at dinner that evening.

Ron glanced up at her, searching her face to see if she was joking. She stared back at him evenly, awaiting his response.

"Seriously?"

Her eyes narrowed and her lips turned down into a frown.

"Right... well... 'Mione, we're only eighteen."

"I know that, Ronald. But I'm ready. Aren't you?"

"Er... well... I don't know, actually."

"We're in love, aren't we?"

"Yes."

"And we're planning on getting married, right?"

"Yes..."

"So why is having a baby such an outrageous idea?"

"It's not... it's just-"

"It's just what?"

"I just started working at Fred and George's shop for the summer, and I still live at home. Where would we live, 'Mione?"

"We'll take Fred and George's room. It's big enough."

Ron saw no way out of this. He couldn't argue with Hermione. He always lost, no matter if he had Harry on his side or not. And at the moment Harry was out with Ginny. So Ron put on his best smile and grasped Hermione's hands.

"All right... let's have a baby."

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~ 9 months later~

"Ronald Weasley, I HATE YOU!"

"It's okay, 'Mione. I understand," Ron mumbled as Hermione squeezed his hand tighter.

"You do not understand! How could you understand?! I don't see a baby coming out of your penis!"

"Well, that'd be impossible now, wouldn't it?"

She threw him a reproachful look as the Healer ordered her to push again. Ron felt as if his hand was about to break. Remember, she wanted this. You can say 'I told you so' later on.

"Get it out of me!" Hermione shrieked, tears slipping down her cheeks. Or maybe you shouldn't...

"You're almost there, Mrs. Weasley."

"I'm not married to him! He caused this!"

"It wasn't just me, 'Mione. You-" he trailed off as both Hermione and the female Healer glared at him. "Right... never mind..."

"One more push, Ms. Granger. Almost there... breathe... all right... just a bit further..."

A piercing wail filled the room and the Healer cradled Ron and Hermione's child in her arms.

"And we have a girl. Congratulations!"

The Healer had the baby cleaned up, and then she was handed off to her mother. Hermione stared at the red-haired, freckled newborn and tears fell from her eyes.

"Oh, Ron... she's beautiful," Hermione breathed.

"She is, isn't she?"

"I love you, Ronald."

"I love you, too, Hermione."

"What do we name her? We didn't decide."

"How about Harriette Ginevra, for the two people that helped us get together?"

"That's perfect! Hello, Harriette. Welcome to the world. You're going to be a fine witch, you know, because you got to be born into the Weasley family. Believe me, I know. I couldn't ask for a better family to share you with."

Hermione and Ron shared a look full of love, and then Ron bent over to kiss both his fiancée and his daughter. I'm the luckiest man in all of the UK. I've got two of the most gorgeous girls in the entire wizarding world for my own.

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