Harry Potter Imagines

Ron Weasley [E]

4 years after the war..

Positive.

You stared at the pregnancy test in your hand. Were you really pregnant? You didn't want to get your hopes up, since the last time didn't end... well... quite well.

The baby died and you and Ron lost hope of ever having children.

You had tried many times to get pregnant, but it always ended with you getting another abortion, the baby too ill to continue to live.

Ron had taken it harder than you. You knew how much he wanted to be a parent, how much it would mean for him to be called "dad" and run around playing with mini versions of you two. It didn't help seeing Harry and Ginny with their little baby boy. On the outside you would act like you were fine, but on the inside it was killing you both.

And it certainly didn't help either of you, when you heard that Ginny was already pregnant once again.

You got out of the bathroom and walked downstairs, spotting Ron sitting at his work table, scribbling down on some papers with a pen in his hand.

"Ron?" You spoke out quietly, locking your eyes on his body before locking your eyes on his puffy red hair.

He jumped up from the table, clearly not having heard you coming into the room. His hand held tightly onto his wand, shocking you of his frightened reaction.

"Bloody hell, y/n!" He yelled at you shocked from the sudden noise, making you cringe slightly, not that familiar with the outbursts, he did time to time.

"Sorry," you said, chuckling a little at his shocked face, sitting yourself down on your comfy couch.

"Is everything alright? Are you okay?" He asked, going over to you and putting his hand on your forehead, making you instantly feel comfort by his touch.

"Actually, I'm more than okay," you replied smiling up at him while he stared back at you confused.

"Tell me, what's going on?" He asked, wanting to know, still softly brushing his long fingers over the skin of your right cheek. It made you lean into his hand, the reaction leaving a warm smile on Ron's face, knowing that was your weakness.

Biting your lip, you took his hands in yours while looking him in the eyes and squeezing his hands.

"You might want to sit down," you confirmed nervously, smiling weakly, as he still looked for answers to your odd behaviour.

"Y/n, you're making me nervous," he said, fear spreading across his face as he listened and sat down beside you, holding your hands in his, squeezing them once in a while.

"Ron.. I'm... I'm," you trailed off, your eyes traveling up and down his face. Ron nodded gently to signal you to continue your sentence. You exhaled out loud, staring into his soft brown eyes, seeing the man you love and married before you smile worriedly as you slowly calmed more and more down.

This time had to work out. You wanted nothing less than to make him happy, as he was your life, your soul and your love.

"Ro-oo-n," you stuttered out, taking a deep breath before you continued again.

He stared you down curiously, noticing you felt uncomfortable saying whatever you wanted to tell him. Trying to reassure you, he once again brought a hand to your cheek, slowly caressing it while whispering: "I'm here fore you, love, you can tell me anything."

With tears threatening to fall from your eyes, you managed to open your mouth and utter the news you wanted to tell him

"Ron, I'm pregnant."

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I'm thinking about making a part two.. Should I? Write if you want a part two.❤