@lumostm × bc won-won misses his mione
Ron was laid flat on his belly, head hovering an inch from Hermione’s baby bump. She was still asleep, and it was a true rarity for Ron to be up and about before her. He had Daily Prophet open on sports section and folded neatly, so he could easily read results in this position. Currently, he was telling the baby all about Chudley Cannon’s and their return from the slumps. Start them early, make sure they cheer on the right team. Yup. It went on for a few more minutes, before he rested his cheeks against the bump, his whole body relaxing. This baby was his, in all ways that mattered. Perhaps he didn’t have any role in making it, but he didn’t care. It was Hermione’s baby. And his baby. No discussion.
Pulling away soundlessly, Ron got off the bed and headed downstairs, where his mom was already making breakfast. It didn’t take much convincing for her to let him set a plate for Hermione, along with some orange juice and toast. He wanted to bring it up to her, and just spend the morning in bed. They had plans for most of the day-- Diagon Alley and visiting the Potters-- so, Ronald wanted to make sure she was well rested.