A/N: So this is the epilogue to the story. I am horribly ashamed that it took me this long to decide what to do with the ending of this story, but I think I'm happy with it. I figured that another story would be too much of a commitment for me the summer before I go to college.

Anyway, here it is! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: All characters and elements belong to J.K. Rowling.

I love summer. I love wearing bathing suits and flip-flops. I love the taste of lemonade and watermelon smiles. I love the feel of grass under my feet and the sun on my face. I love reading a book and dipping my toes in the pond behind the Burrow, enjoying the weather with my best friends.

"So do you know if it's a boy of girl yet?" Ginny asked from further down the dock.

I felt warm breath on my neck as a breeze blew over the treetops. I smiled and leaned back into Ron's shirtless chest. A pair of big hands reached around my stomach that hadn't even begun to bulge yet. "It's a girl," he said.

I turned so that I could see him. "You seem pretty confident."

He nodded. "I am."

"You do realize that the doctors don't even know what it is yet, right?" I asked.

"Trust me, love," he said. "I know."

Ginny laughed. "You don't know."

He looked at her. "Yes, I do," he said defiantly.

"How?" she asked.

"I just have a feeling," he said, shrugging.

She smirked. "Oh. A feeling, eh?"

"Look—do you want to bet?" he asked her.

I sighed and turned my head in the direction of the wind to keep my hair out of my face. "Ron, it's our child, not a Quidditch ma—"

"Sure!" said Ginny. "Five galleons say you're wrong and it's a boy."

"You're on." Ron leaned, stuck out his hand, and they shook on it. He turned towards me, and I gave him a disapproving look. "What?" he asked innocently.

I shook my head. Neither of them had changed a bit.

"Oi! Look at this!" called Harry. We all turned and looked. He was standing waist deep in the pond, dunking baby James' feet in the water. James was giggling hysterically and Harry was beaming. Fatherhood suited him well.

Ginny frowned. "Harry, where's his hat?" she called to him, exasperatedly.

He pulled James, fingers shoved between his slobbery gums, up into his arms and looked at her. "He kept pulling it off so I took it off of him."

"He's starting to get a little pink," she said, eyeing James worriedly.

"Well, pink is a lot better than some other color, don't you think?" he joked.

Ginny glared at him, looking uncannily like her mother.

Harry sobered quickly. "I put some of the sun block potion on him not even ten minutes ago."

"Well you obviously didn't use enough," she huffed, grabbing the bottle and walking back up the dock to the edge of the pond so that she could reapply sunscreen on her son.

"Hey," I said, nudging Ron and nodding towards Harry and Ginny. "That's going to be us pretty soon."

"Except with a baby girl," he stated matter-of-factly.

I laughed. "Well of course," I said, marking the page in my book and setting it down.

"What are you reading?" he asked.

I looked at the faded cover of the book and smiled. "Pride and Prejudice."

"Again?"

"Yes, again," I said, rolling my eyes.

I situated myself against Ron and watched Harry dig through James' diaper bag for something while Ginny slathered thick white lotion on him.

"I bet she'll be smart like you," Ron said suddenly.

"Who?" I asked.

"The baby," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I smiled and hummed. "And she'll have freckles and red hair like you."

"But it's going to be curly like yours," he said, twirling a bit of my hair around his finger.

"Oh, gosh, I hope not," I said.

He leaned back on his hands and frowned. "What? Why not?"

"Because," I said, turning in his lap. "I didn't figure out how to get my hair under control until, literally, three years ago. I wouldn't ever wish that on anyone, especially not my daughter."

"I've always liked your hair," he said.

"Merlin, why?" I asked, self-consciously combing my fingers through my pony tail.

"Because it's you." His arms wound themselves around me again. "And I love you."

I smiled. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Weasley."

He hummed. "On the contrary, Mrs. Weasley. I think you and I both know that flattery will get me anywhere I want." he said, his fingers trailing up my ribs and lips pressing against my neck from behind.

I batted his hands away and smacked him on the shoulder as a deep blush found its way onto my face. "Ron! Harry and Ginny are right over there!"

He shook his hand in their direction. "Oh, like they're Mr. and Mrs. Innocent. If you recall, I ran into them in the cupboard the other day when we were looking after James for them."

I groaned. "Yes, you told m—"

"And here I was," he continued, "looking for Dad's old tent so that their kid didn't have to burn in the sun because they forgot to buy the potion. Harry told me that they were going to get some, but I certainly had no idea that that was what he bloody meant!"

I suppressed a laugh and glanced from Ron's deeply red face towards Harry and Ginny. "They're going to hear you!"

But he still didn't stop.

"I mean, seriously? It's a cupboard that we all use! It could have been anyone who found them! It could have been Mum!"

"Ron, hush!" I clamped my hand over his mouth. "Look, I'll… I'll make it up to you later," I whispered.

He pulled my hand from his mouth and grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Really?"

"Yes," I said, feeling my cheeks fill with fire. Honestly?

He waggled his eyebrows at me. "I look forward to it… even if we both know that you're all hot and bothered by me already."

I laughed. "You prat."

He gasped in mock offense. "Now why would you go and say something like that?"

"Because you are an enormous prat."

He sat back and stood up. "Well fine."

I rolled my eyes and reached to open my book again when I felt Ron's arms slide behind my back and under my knees. "Ron, what are you—"

I didn't have time to finish as he had already dumped me into the pond.

When I resurfaced, gasping, Harry and Ginny were both having a good laugh at my expense at the edge of the pond. Ron was smirking down at me smugly.

"And that just further proves my point," I said, treading water.

He chuckled lightly. "You're right, I'm sorry. Here," he said, bending down and offering me his hand.

Which I used to pull him in with me.

He came up out of the water laughing and pushing his wet red hair out of his face. He, of course, could stand in the deep water. "Now was that really necessary?" he asked.

I looked into the smiling eyes of my husband, the soon-to-be father of my child, that big goofy man that I loved.

"What?" he asked.

I smiled. "I love you."

A slow grin spread across his face as he pulled me in for a kiss.

"Merlin, you two! Get a room!" called Harry from the shore.

Ron broke away from me long enough to give him a rude hand gesture.

My life couldn't be more perfect.

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