This is the end! I appreciate everyone's comments throughout the process. This was my first fanfic and the encouragement definitely helped keep me motivated to finish. Hope you enjoy this short epilogue!

EPILOGUE

"How about Cassiopeia, or Broomhilda? Or Admaris…or Antoinette…or Aphrodite?"

"Honestly."

"George and I made a whole list," Ron said, pulling a sheet of paper from his pocket and reading aloud. "Syrriana, Fernanditta, Lucretia, Wisteria…"

Hermione continued walking resolutely down the white corridor, pretending to pay no attention to her husband. It wasn't an easy task. After four years of marriage, Ron Weasley still had the ability to make her laugh even when she was trying to put on her most serious face.

"There's Sahara, or Paloma, or Fabiola." Ron continued to recite names, each one more ridiculous than the next, as the couple moved through the corridors of St. Mungo's.

"Really, Ronald. We have no idea if this test will come back positive. And even if it does, there's no need to start coming up with names yet. It could even be a boy," she said pointedly, her hands on her hips as she and Ron stood waiting for the lift.

"That is true, love. I guess I'm just a bit distracted today with little girl names," he replied with a grin, as the two stepped onto the lift. "You know, a girl's name is important, she's got a tradition to follow. We have a responsibility to give her as complicated a name as possible, all full of syllables and impossible for a toddler to pronounce."

"Oh," Hermione said as they finally arrived at their floor and stepped off. "And what would be the alternative? A simple, one syllable name beginning with R that even a prat could pronounce?"

"Yes, that would be one way to go as well."

Ron and Hermione moved down another hall, arriving before a door and pausing. Ron turned to his wife and placed his hands at either side of her face.

"The point is, we have the whole English language to pick from. Our choices are our own, right?"

"Right," Hermione said, smiling lovingly back at him. Just then, the door swung open to reveal Hermione's healer, Madame Mitrinsa.

"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, please come in. I have your results right here."

Ron and Hermione settled themselves into two chairs as Madame Mitrinsa sat behind her desk, pulling out a folder and flipping it open. Ron and Hermione held their clasped hands between them.

"I'm sure you're both anxious for the news so I'll get right to the point. Congratulations, you're pregnant."

Hermione laughed out loud in joy and Ron beamed at her, giving her a knowing wink.

"Do you want to know the sex of the baby?"

"Sure," Ron said casually, as if it made no difference in the world. "Why not?"

Madame Mitrinsa paused for a dramatic moment before revealing the secret to the couple, who looked not at all surprised when they heard the information.

"It's a girl."

Ron smiled widely at Hermione, whose eyes were shining with unshed tears. He leaned forward to whisper into the ear of his wife, his beloved, the woman for whom he would walk through hell and back for.

"I have the perfect idea for a name, love."