Romione

Children

"Ron get up! I've made breakfast!" Hermione yelled at me. I looked at the muggle alarm clock thingy that read 9:14. I slept in an hour too late again. I got up before 'Mione gets irritated. I walked downstairs to the kitchen and smelt the wonderful aroma of bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee. Hermione was sitting at the bar with a plate in front of her and one beside her. I sat down on the barstool next to her. She gave me a sweet little kiss. I grinned at her and kissed her back. "Love you 'Mione" I said. "So do I." She said back. We began eating our breakfast. I offered to clean up the dishes. "Ron." Hermione began in a soft tone." I wanted to ask you...about children. I would love to have at least one, but if you don't want any we can always wait." She began twiddling with her fingers. Not this again. I don't want to hurt her feelings but I don't want kids yet. I like it how it is. Just us. I sighed. "Well...ok. But remember this is for you. We can try." I said. Her face lit up in a smile. "Oh thank you Ron! Thank you!" She said, hugging me. "I have a day planned for us, 'Mione. First we go to those muggle stores you love so much, then sightseeing, and a walk through the park..." I told her. She smiled wider. "Oh you shouldn't have! Well I'm definitely going to need to go shopping. I should probably knit some socks for a baby. Or, the baby." She said. Oh great. She's already making clothes for it. Sometimes I wonder why I say the things I do.