Harry Potter Imagines

Ron Weasley (2) [E]

"You're what!?" Ron yelled, shock written all over his face, as he stared disbelievingly at you, surely wanting it to be true, but had stopped hoping for a child to be his.

"I'm pregnant, Ron," you whispered again, looking away from him, as you told him the news, not strong enough to look at his face.

You felt his strong gaze on you while looking away, wanting nothing more than to hear him say something like; "We're going to have a baby? I'm so glad!" And then hug the life out of each other but you were greeted with completely silence.

"You don't want it?" You asked confused, biting your lip hard and tasting the flavour of your blood on your tongue. But right now you could care less about your bloody lip. All that devoured your mind was how deafening the silence from him was.

Ron got out of his trance, quickly shutting down your intrusive thoughts.

"No, of course I want it! I love you. Why would you ever think that?" He asked back, pulling you tightly into a hug.

"I just thought that-" you trailed of, not being able to finish your sentence before being shut up by Ron's lips on yours.

His hands caressed your sides and back while you finally reacted to his sudden kiss, hands finding their way to his hair as you kissed.

"I love you, Y/n," Ron whispered when you parted, foreheads touching.

"I love you, too," you whispered back to him. He smiled at your words, took your hand and connected it with his.

"Why don't we celebrate this," Ron whispered in your ear while smirking.

"Ron, wha-whoa," you trailed of when he lifted you up and carried you to your bedroom.

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