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I looked at the plastic stick in my hands. '+' it shows. I'm pregnant. These thoughts race through my head. I can't be! It's not real! A shaking hand covers my mouth. I look at my stomach, which now held a child. I feel sobs escape my lips. It's not that I didn't want the child, I was just scared and overwhelmed. I thought about Ron. I love him, but he can be so dramatic sometimes! Ron was at work at the moment. I put the plastic stick in my pocket and walk out to see Ron and Harry. "R-Ron, you're home early," I stammered. He looked confused. "Um, Harry, can I talk to Ron alone?" I asked. Harry nodded. "I have to go anyways. Ginny is close to her due date," he said awkwardly. He then Apparates. I look at Ron. "Look Ron, I-I'm pregnant," I said gingerly. (No pun intended). He blinked. "Look, I know you're upset--" I began. "Upset? Bloody hell no! I'm happy! I'm going to be a dad!" Ron said happily. I smiled at him. "Well that's a relief," I said. We invite Ginny, Harry, Hermione, and Draco, to dinner to tell them the exciting news.
At dinner......
I tap my cup with a spoon, standing. "I'd like to announce something," I said. I stood with Ron. "I'm pregnant," I said. Everyone cheered. "Congratulations!" Hermione squealed. Ginny then let out a cry of pain. "Shit! My water broke!" Harry began to panic. We Apparate to St. Mungo's. Ginny was wheeled to a room, a frantic Harry following behind. "I so look forward to this," I said sarcastically as Ron hugged me to his chest. He only laughed. Harry appeared later. He was holding a blue bundle. "Meet James Sirius Potter," He said. "Oh my goodnes," I said. "You wanna hold him?" Harry asked. I nodded and he gently placed James in my arms. He opened his eyes. Brown like Ginny's. "He's beautiful," I cooed. I couldn't wait for my child.
