He Left Handprints on Her Heart
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Ron/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
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5,185
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5
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Rosie
He Left Handprints on Her Heart- Chapter 2: Rosie
Today was Valentine's Day; the day Ron Weasley intended to remind his wife how much they had once loved one another; how much he loved her still.
Hermione was in her seventh month of pregnancy, expecting their second child. She suffered from terrible mood swings, often broke down and cried, flew into rages and said the most hurtful things she could think of, and given how well she knew him, she knew just what cut the deepest.
Having a toddler at home certainly added to his wife's stress. Hermione liked things neat, well planned and orderly. Growing up in a house with six siblings, chaos was second nature to Ron. For his wife, however, it was not.
When Ron and Hermione had gotten married, their home had operated just as Hermione wanted. She ran their home as she ran her life, with everything in its rightful place. It made her happy, so Ron followed her lead. That was the calm before the storm.
Then came Rosie.
Hermione handled her pregnancy in precisely the manner Ron had known she would. She bought books about pregnancy and raising children, reading them all eagerly. Hermione planned when she would feed the baby, set up schedules for sleeping and had the nursery fully stocked well before the baby's birth. She was determined to be the "perfect" mother, and set about researching how best to accomplish this with the same determination she used when tackling any new task. She made her schedules, read her books, and all that was left to do was wait...
Then came Rosie.
At 18 months old, their daughter was a miniature replica of the wife he adored, but for the red hair and freckles she got from him. In personality, however, Rosie and Hermione could not have differed more. She was independent like Hermione, but the similarities ended there. Rosie's demeanor was laidback and easygoing. She smiled often, and when she laughed, it was infectious. Rosie had inherited the same curiosity and sense of adventure that as children had often gotten Ron and his brothers into trouble.
Even as a newborn, Rosie had tested Hermione's patience. She refused to sleep when Hermione scheduled or eat when Hermione tried to nurse her. In every sense of the word, Rosie blew into their lives with the force of a hurricane, and completely turned Hermione's world upside down.
For all their differences, however, Rosie and Hermione did share one mutual talent. They each had the ability to bend Ron to her will without ever really trying. A tear from either set of identical brown eyes left him powerless to refuse whatever it was they wanted.
The chaos Rosie brought to their home and lives oftentimes left Hermione feeling as though she failed at motherhood and the ability to run a home and be a good wife. If there was one thing Hermione simply could not abide it was to be considered a failure. She always succeeded at everything she set out to do. Ron was aware Hermione had made sacrifices for their family. She quit a job she liked to stay home and care for their child. She attempted to make their home life "perfect", but always fell short. He knew Hermione wanted their family to be what she considered a success. The problem, at least as Ron saw it, was Hermione set her standards for "success" so high, she was destined to fail before she began.
Since Hermione had become pregnant with their second child, there had been many changes in their home. Rosie had learned to talk and walk, and the only family member less pleased with her newfound abilities than Hermione was Crookshanks. Now that she was able, Rosie delighted in chasing the ginger-colored Kneazle, and did so whenever the opportunity arose. Ron was sure the changes in their daughter, as she grew, had only added to his wife's growing anxiety at the thought of being the mother to another child in only a few short months. He hoped when the new baby was born, Hermione go back to being more like her old self again. He hated seeing her upset all the time. He wanted things to go back to how they had been…before…
Before Rosie had blown into their lives with a smile that never failed to melt her father's heart, Ron and Hermione had enjoyed the time they spent together as newlyweds. Their friends had teased that they never went out and did anything "fun," but Ron never enjoyed anything like the hours he spent with Hermione snuggled down under the covers of their bed in front of a crackling fire talking for hours.
Then there were nights when they did not speak at all. No words were necessary on those nights, only gasps, moans, whimpers and sighs as hands caressed and tongues explored. On those nights, Ron loved nothing more than hearing his name on her lips as she came for him. He loved knowing it was the words from his lips making her wet, his touch driving her wild with desire, and his kiss that left her breathless in his arms. Her body had never known a touch that wasn't his, and his heart had never belonged to anyone but her.
He missed the days when they never left their bedroom; the days she stayed wrapped in his arms for countless hours as he made love to her.
Then came Rosie, and their world changed.
End of Chapter 2
Today was Valentine's Day; the day Ron Weasley intended to remind his wife how much they had once loved one another; how much he loved her still.
Hermione was in her seventh month of pregnancy, expecting their second child. She suffered from terrible mood swings, often broke down and cried, flew into rages and said the most hurtful things she could think of, and given how well she knew him, she knew just what cut the deepest.
Having a toddler at home certainly added to his wife's stress. Hermione liked things neat, well planned and orderly. Growing up in a house with six siblings, chaos was second nature to Ron. For his wife, however, it was not.
When Ron and Hermione had gotten married, their home had operated just as Hermione wanted. She ran their home as she ran her life, with everything in its rightful place. It made her happy, so Ron followed her lead. That was the calm before the storm.
Then came Rosie.
Hermione handled her pregnancy in precisely the manner Ron had known she would. She bought books about pregnancy and raising children, reading them all eagerly. Hermione planned when she would feed the baby, set up schedules for sleeping and had the nursery fully stocked well before the baby's birth. She was determined to be the "perfect" mother, and set about researching how best to accomplish this with the same determination she used when tackling any new task. She made her schedules, read her books, and all that was left to do was wait...
Then came Rosie.
At 18 months old, their daughter was a miniature replica of the wife he adored, but for the red hair and freckles she got from him. In personality, however, Rosie and Hermione could not have differed more. She was independent like Hermione, but the similarities ended there. Rosie's demeanor was laidback and easygoing. She smiled often, and when she laughed, it was infectious. Rosie had inherited the same curiosity and sense of adventure that as children had often gotten Ron and his brothers into trouble.
Even as a newborn, Rosie had tested Hermione's patience. She refused to sleep when Hermione scheduled or eat when Hermione tried to nurse her. In every sense of the word, Rosie blew into their lives with the force of a hurricane, and completely turned Hermione's world upside down.
For all their differences, however, Rosie and Hermione did share one mutual talent. They each had the ability to bend Ron to her will without ever really trying. A tear from either set of identical brown eyes left him powerless to refuse whatever it was they wanted.
The chaos Rosie brought to their home and lives oftentimes left Hermione feeling as though she failed at motherhood and the ability to run a home and be a good wife. If there was one thing Hermione simply could not abide it was to be considered a failure. She always succeeded at everything she set out to do. Ron was aware Hermione had made sacrifices for their family. She quit a job she liked to stay home and care for their child. She attempted to make their home life "perfect", but always fell short. He knew Hermione wanted their family to be what she considered a success. The problem, at least as Ron saw it, was Hermione set her standards for "success" so high, she was destined to fail before she began.
Since Hermione had become pregnant with their second child, there had been many changes in their home. Rosie had learned to talk and walk, and the only family member less pleased with her newfound abilities than Hermione was Crookshanks. Now that she was able, Rosie delighted in chasing the ginger-colored Kneazle, and did so whenever the opportunity arose. Ron was sure the changes in their daughter, as she grew, had only added to his wife's growing anxiety at the thought of being the mother to another child in only a few short months. He hoped when the new baby was born, Hermione go back to being more like her old self again. He hated seeing her upset all the time. He wanted things to go back to how they had been…before…
Before Rosie had blown into their lives with a smile that never failed to melt her father's heart, Ron and Hermione had enjoyed the time they spent together as newlyweds. Their friends had teased that they never went out and did anything "fun," but Ron never enjoyed anything like the hours he spent with Hermione snuggled down under the covers of their bed in front of a crackling fire talking for hours.
Then there were nights when they did not speak at all. No words were necessary on those nights, only gasps, moans, whimpers and sighs as hands caressed and tongues explored. On those nights, Ron loved nothing more than hearing his name on her lips as she came for him. He loved knowing it was the words from his lips making her wet, his touch driving her wild with desire, and his kiss that left her breathless in his arms. Her body had never known a touch that wasn't his, and his heart had never belonged to anyone but her.
He missed the days when they never left their bedroom; the days she stayed wrapped in his arms for countless hours as he made love to her.
Then came Rosie, and their world changed.
End of Chapter 2