Disclaimer: I've been holding this for a while. This story was made over the course of finishing Returning Home and some of Falling to Peices and Let Me Go. Please R/R!
Waking up to the annoying sound of the alarm clock, a twenty seven year old brunette slammed her fist down on the clock, mumbling darkly about her husband.
He makes love to you and forgets to turn off the alarm clock in the morning, she thought. She looked over to the other side of the bed to see that the space was empty and sighed. Grogily getting out of bed, she clothed herself, thankful that he had had the desency to close the door. She walked out into the hall and down the stairs, heading for the kitchen. Stopping at the door, she couldn't help but smile at the beautiful sight before her. Not that him cooking was something she hadn't seen before, he did cook from time to time, but it was who he was with that made the moment absolutely adorable. In one hand he held a spatula, flipping pancakes and humming to what sounded like "Weasley is our King". In his other hand, however, was their two year old daughter, Lorel. As he moved around the room, he would bounce her up and down on his hip, singing little excerpts and kissing her little nose, causing her to squeal with laughter and clap her hands. Her fiery curls would bounce around her small face as he sant. It was an absolutely perfect picture. Father and daugher. She grinned.
"The eggs are burning," she remarked, finally entering. Ron turned around and smiled. Lorel gave her mother a wave before turning back to her father and trying to coax him to sing again. Hermione walked over to him and gave him a kiss before turning to her daughter and holding out her arms. Lorel shook her head and said no, pulling herself closer to her smirking red headed father. Hermione pouted.
"No love for mummy," she complained, sticking out a lip. Ron leaned in again and kissed her down her jaw bone.
"I've got plenty love for mummy," he whispered in her ear, grinning cheekily. Hermione's eyes grew and she smacked his arm, taking Lorel from him.
"Come on honey. You don't want to listen to your father," she said, placing the child in her chair before looking around.
"Where's Triniti?" she asked.
"Right here, mummy," came the four year old's tired answer. Hermione smiled and watched the girl crawl into her seat. Ron set out some food and then sat himself between Lorel and Triniti. Lorel only liked being fed by her father, seeing as her appetite matched his in every aspect. Though Triniti was more calm, they were both their father's children. Ron looked up from his food.
"So what are we doing today?" he asked. Hermione shrugged.
"Nothing until we go over to the Burrow," she responded, grimacing slight at the large amount of food Lorel stuffed into her mouth. Ron chuckled at her expression and patted his daughter on the back.
"I told you she was going to be a eater," he said, smirking. Hermione rolled her eyes and turned back to her own food.
As soon as everyone was done, Hermione cleaned the dishes while Ron helped with getting the girls ready. Turning around she gasped.
"Oh Ron," she sighed. Standing at the door was all three of them, dressed in Chudely Cannon t-shirts and jeans. Hermione had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. Ron smiled.
"I think we look great," he said. Hermione started to giggle, walking over and fixing Triniti's pony tail.
"You all look adorable," she giggled. Ron smirked.
"Good, because you're wearing one also," he said, pulling out another t-shirt. Hermione's eyes widened and she shook her head.
"Oh no..." she said, backing out of the kitchen, Ron advancing on her. "I'm not wearing that!" She let out a shriek and darted up the stairs, Ron racing after her. She ran into the bedroom and tried to slam the door, but Ron got through, grabbing her and throwing her uncerimoniously onto the bed. He pinned her down with his body, straddling her waist.
"RON!" she squealed, trying to get free. "I'm not wearing that!"
"Oh yes you are," he growled, leaning in and nipping her neck, making her groan as he pressed himself to her.
"Ron," she moaned, grabbing his arms as his hands began to tease her sides with searching fingers. The t-shirt was completely forgotten now, Ron to busy dealing with Hermione's neck, the two started to have fun. His hands came up and began to unbutton the pajama shirt she had thrown on. Hermione smiled, loving the feel of Ron's body against hers. She leaned her head to the side, allowing him better access to her neck when she stopped, eyes wide.
"Ron... we have company," she whispered. Ron raised his head and turned to see Fred, George and Harry standing there, huge grins on their faces. Fred turned to Harry.
"Harry, weren't you saying that yesterday was their aniversary. Why are they still celebrating?" he asked. Harry's grin grew as he shrugged.
"I don't know... maybe we should ask them?" Ron got up and went over to the door, slamming it in their smirking faces. He turned around to see Hermione laughing on the bed.
"What are you laughing about?" he grumbled, annoyed by the interference. Hermione just smiled, walking over to him and giving him a kiss before she strolled over to the bathroom.
"I'm still not wearing the shirt," she said over her shoulder.
Ron came down stairs to see his brothers and brother-in-law playing around with his daughters. He rolled his eyes, snatching Lorel out of George's hands. The little girl squealed at the sight of her father.
"Daddy!" she giggled as he rubbed his face in her stomach. Ron held her to his side as he looked at the other occupants in the room.
"Did you really have to come up stairs?" he asked, his cheeks growing red. Fred smiled.
"No, but we figured, if the kids are down here alone then you two must be upstairs doing something inappropriate," he sniggered, earning him a pillow in the head. Lorel let out peels of laughter, clapping her hands.
"Do it again!" she squealed. Harry grinned.
"She's definetly your daughter Ron," he remarked.
"Well, don't forget who gave birth to her," Hermione said coming down the stairs, a bright orange t-shirt gracing her body. Ron grinned.
"Nice shirt," he said casually. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I couldn't find anything else to wear," she mumbled, giving each man a hug before she turned to Harry.
"What's going on?" she asked. Harry grin grew as she pointed to Fred and George.
"Angelina and Alicia kicked them out," he sniggered. Fred raised his hand to feel the small bump at the back of his head.
"Hormones," he muttered. Hermione smiled.
"Well, just think. Once the babies are born you'll have one more loving bundle," she said. George rolled his eyes.
"Until then it's mood swings and 'do I look fat in this?' What the hell type of a question is that? She's pregnant with twins!" Hermione walked over to the anxious twin.
"George, she's going to ask that question weather you like it or not and all you're going to have to say is 'you look absolutely beautiful,' whether you want to or not. Because if you don't, she'll probably cut you off all together." There was a silence in which all of the men shifted nervously. Fred held up his hand.
"What does that mean?" he asked. Hermione picked up Triniti and began to leave the room.
"Let's just say that handshakes are probably all the action you'll get for a very long time," she said with a smug grin.
A/N: Here you go! R/R!!! I said before that Let Me Go was for venting. It will not be updated as often. I promise though, as soon as I get to a different computer, Falling to Pieces will have a major update. Right now, I present to you, The Lord's Judgement