The Littlest Miracle: Part II
Back with the second part of this story. I'm also posting this story on fanfiction.net and an anonymous person posted a review there, but they clearly hadn’t read the first part, because they automatically assumed that Draco Malfoy had to do something with this story and that Hermione had cheated on Ron. As I assured the ff.net readers, that person's assumption is not even close to what happens in this story. If Draco was in this story (which he isn’t) in that capacity, I would have said so or hinted to it in the summary. I’m not a fan of cheating fics. I love Ron/Hermione and I love Draco/Hermione; the only time I would write anything in which she was with both guys is if it was a threesome. ;)
So with that said, please enjoy the second part of the story and after you read it, try not to hate Ron too much.
Title: The Littlest Miracle
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Genre: Drama
When: Post Deathly Hallows
Warnings: n/a
Story Links: Masterpost | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | Epilogue
Summary/Notes:
Years after giving up on expanding their family of four, Hermione discovers she's pregnant, but will the news bring their family joy or tear her and Ron apart?
Part II
Ron staggered backwards as if he had been punched in the stomach. Hermione was pregnant? He had wrongly accused his little girl? They were having another baby? He had made his little girl cry? Bloody hell! They were having another baby!
“Well, I sure didn’t see that coming,” Hugo’s recently deepened voice echoed from the hallway.
Irritated already, Ron shot his son a look that advised him to tread carefully. In response, Hugo held up his hands in defense and backed away until the click of his bedroom door closing filled the silent house.
“Rose, why don’t you leave and let your father and I talk,” Hermione’s voice filtered past his ears.
“But this is my room,” Rose replied.
“Oh, right,” his wife said, clearly as dazed as he was.
He felt her small hand wrap around his wrist and with a backwards glance, he tried to send an apologetic look to Rose, but she was avoiding his eyes.
He couldn’t blame her. He felt like the worse dad in the entire world. He had automatically assumed that the pregnancy test potion had belonged to her; he hadn’t even considered that it could belong to Hermione.
They were having another baby.
Having more kids was something they had talked about after Hugo was born, but getting pregnant with Rose and then Hugo had been feats in and of themselves. It took both hands to count the number of times that they thought she might be pregnant, only to have their hopes and dreams dashed completely.
“Ron, say something.” The brokenness of Hermione’s voice cut him deeply.
Blinking, he looked down at his wife and noticed how pale she looked. Was she remembering those same heartbreaks?
“We’re having a new baby,” he said.
He watched as she nodded and nearly missed the look of guilt that flashed across her face when he blinked.
Looking down at the bottle, he wondered how long it had been hiding in the back of the cabinet. “Hermione,” he spoke, forcing his temper down. “How long have you known about the baby?”
She took a visible gulp and answered, “A week.”
“A week!” He repeated, feeling his temper coming bubbling back to the surface. “And when exactly were you going to tell me?”
“I was going to tell you soon,” she replied. “I’ve just been trying to wrap my head around it and -”
“And you didn’t think I needed to wrap my head around it?” He cut her off. “We haven’t had a baby for fourteen years, Hermione.”
“You think I don’t know that?” She replied. “I didn’t exactly plan on getting pregnant again.”
“Oh believe me, I know,” he retorted.
“What is that supposed to mean?” She snapped.
The fury in her eyes should have warned him off, but he couldn’t stop what came from his mouth next. “If you hadn’t thrown yourself into your work right after Hugo was born, then maybe we could have had this kid twelve years ago.”
He had crossed a line, he knew it. She knew it.
Guilt settled in his stomach and he couldn’t look at her, not when he knew that his words were ripping her apart.
“Get out.” Her shaky words met his ears and he dared a look at her. Tears were streaming down her face and he saw her draw in a shaky breath before she spoke again. “Get. Out. Now.”
“Hermione,” he said. He didn’t mean what he’d said. She had to know that.
“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” She screamed. “GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!”
“Hermione,” his voice wobbled. “Please, don’t.”
“Get. Out,” she said. “I can’t- just get out, Ron.”
With tears in his own eyes, Ron set the bottle of potion down and then looked at his distraught wife before leaving their bedroom.
He found Rose and Hugo standing in the hall. Rose had tears on her face and a glare to match the one he’d seen on Hermione’s face some many times. Hugo looked upset as well, but it was the disappointed look that he received from his son that shook Ron to the core.
So with that said, please enjoy the second part of the story and after you read it, try not to hate Ron too much.
Title: The Littlest Miracle
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Genre: Drama
When: Post Deathly Hallows
Warnings: n/a
Story Links: Masterpost | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | Epilogue
Summary/Notes:
Years after giving up on expanding their family of four, Hermione discovers she's pregnant, but will the news bring their family joy or tear her and Ron apart?
Part II
Ron staggered backwards as if he had been punched in the stomach. Hermione was pregnant? He had wrongly accused his little girl? They were having another baby? He had made his little girl cry? Bloody hell! They were having another baby!
“Well, I sure didn’t see that coming,” Hugo’s recently deepened voice echoed from the hallway.
Irritated already, Ron shot his son a look that advised him to tread carefully. In response, Hugo held up his hands in defense and backed away until the click of his bedroom door closing filled the silent house.
“Rose, why don’t you leave and let your father and I talk,” Hermione’s voice filtered past his ears.
“But this is my room,” Rose replied.
“Oh, right,” his wife said, clearly as dazed as he was.
He felt her small hand wrap around his wrist and with a backwards glance, he tried to send an apologetic look to Rose, but she was avoiding his eyes.
He couldn’t blame her. He felt like the worse dad in the entire world. He had automatically assumed that the pregnancy test potion had belonged to her; he hadn’t even considered that it could belong to Hermione.
They were having another baby.
Having more kids was something they had talked about after Hugo was born, but getting pregnant with Rose and then Hugo had been feats in and of themselves. It took both hands to count the number of times that they thought she might be pregnant, only to have their hopes and dreams dashed completely.
“Ron, say something.” The brokenness of Hermione’s voice cut him deeply.
Blinking, he looked down at his wife and noticed how pale she looked. Was she remembering those same heartbreaks?
“We’re having a new baby,” he said.
He watched as she nodded and nearly missed the look of guilt that flashed across her face when he blinked.
Looking down at the bottle, he wondered how long it had been hiding in the back of the cabinet. “Hermione,” he spoke, forcing his temper down. “How long have you known about the baby?”
She took a visible gulp and answered, “A week.”
“A week!” He repeated, feeling his temper coming bubbling back to the surface. “And when exactly were you going to tell me?”
“I was going to tell you soon,” she replied. “I’ve just been trying to wrap my head around it and -”
“And you didn’t think I needed to wrap my head around it?” He cut her off. “We haven’t had a baby for fourteen years, Hermione.”
“You think I don’t know that?” She replied. “I didn’t exactly plan on getting pregnant again.”
“Oh believe me, I know,” he retorted.
“What is that supposed to mean?” She snapped.
The fury in her eyes should have warned him off, but he couldn’t stop what came from his mouth next. “If you hadn’t thrown yourself into your work right after Hugo was born, then maybe we could have had this kid twelve years ago.”
He had crossed a line, he knew it. She knew it.
Guilt settled in his stomach and he couldn’t look at her, not when he knew that his words were ripping her apart.
“Get out.” Her shaky words met his ears and he dared a look at her. Tears were streaming down her face and he saw her draw in a shaky breath before she spoke again. “Get. Out. Now.”
“Hermione,” he said. He didn’t mean what he’d said. She had to know that.
“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” She screamed. “GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!”
“Hermione,” his voice wobbled. “Please, don’t.”
“Get. Out,” she said. “I can’t- just get out, Ron.”
With tears in his own eyes, Ron set the bottle of potion down and then looked at his distraught wife before leaving their bedroom.
He found Rose and Hugo standing in the hall. Rose had tears on her face and a glare to match the one he’d seen on Hermione’s face some many times. Hugo looked upset as well, but it was the disappointed look that he received from his son that shook Ron to the core.