Title: Twins
Word Count: 435
Summary: At the sound of the door slamming he snapped his head up, staring in the direction his wife had disappeared just moments ago. Going over the conversation quickly and quietly, Ron cursed himself and ran towards the bedroom.
Notes: Based off another photo I saw. The link can be found in my profile. Again, I don't own HP or any aspects of it. Also, on my last story there were over 60 hits so if you read this can you please, please, please leave a review? Let me know if you like these little one-shots. Is there anything I can improve on?

Ronald Weasley sat at the table, eyeing his wife carefully. Pregnancy had done many odd things to Hermione, physically and mentally. This was on a new level, he thought to himself. Though the scene before him was nothing new; Hermione cooked dinner every night. There was an odd vibe radiating from her, and it just didn't sit right with him.

'It's too quiet. Maybe that's it.'

"Hermione, where are Rose and Hugo?" He questioned, realizing that the silence was mostly due to the fact that his two other children were suspiciously absent from the dinner table.

The woman smirked, and set down a steaming pot of tomato soup, followed by a medium white plate with beef cutlets covered in a peculiar colored sauce.

'That's new.' He mused silently. He neither said anything, nor made a move to serve himself.

"Come on Ron, just try some. I chopped, I diced, I simmered- I even wore an apron. Just give it a shot, okay?"

After he filled his to his pleasing, Ron figured it was time to break the silence. "Why are you acting so weird?"

"You're charm amazes me, Ronald."

"Come on," Ron persisted, mouth filled with the mystery meat. "You've hidden two of my children somewhere, and are possibly poisoning me. Forgive me for being slightly confused."

Hermione remained silent, nipping at her meat.

"Come on," He droned, setting his silverware down.

"Relax. Rosie and Hugo are with George, and I stole this recipe from you're mother."

Pausing, Ron glanced down at the meal before him.

Thought it tasted familiar.

"That still doesn't explain much."

"For goodness sake, Ronald!" Hermione huffed as she stood up from the table. Ron sat back in his chair, ever so slightly. "I just wanted to do something nice for you, and have a good meal to tell you that we're having twins, and then maybe have some quiet time to ourselves, but it seems that you don't even want to bother. You're just to concerned with as to why I'm doing this."

By the time she had spoken the last word, Hermione had already made her way back to the bedroom.

"Mental…" He mumbled, going back to his dinner. "All I did was ask a question, then she yells at me…Overreacts so bloody much…"

At the sound of the door slamming he snapped his head up, staring in the direction his wife had disappeared just moments ago. Going over the conversation quickly and quietly, Ron cursed himself and ran towards the bedroom.

"Bloody hell! We're having twins?!"