“Pregnant?” He whispered hoarsely, his stomach and heart in an ass cheek each. “Holy shit.” He gasped, grabbing at your hips and yanking you forward. “Holy shit, holy crap, I can’t believe it.” He breathed out, smothering your hair and face with kisses.

You weren’t planning on getting pregnant, not at all. But it wasn’t a bad thing. Sure, Ron hadn’t proposed after, what, 6 years? But.. he was a great boyfriend.

Ron, for one, knew he had to do something. Flowers? A party? But— no, you can’t drink. Think again.

So many emotions were flooding through him, and he didn’t even realize he had begun crying until you hushed him softly and he held you so closely.

“I just.. I can’t believe it. I can’t.” He whispered, kissing over your hair. He sniffled, teardrops sliding down his cheeks. “I’m so fucking happy, you don’t even understand. You don’t, I know you’re the mama, but.. but god.” He kissed your cheek.

“{{user}}, I’m so happy. For me, for you, for us. You’re gonna be so beautiful with a baby.”