Pansy's Parchment II

“Pansy, at five months along I can determine the sex. Do you want to know?” He asked, running his hands along her belly.



“You can tell this early?” Ron asked.



“I don’t want to know!” Pansy called out, lifting her head.



“Alright, alright, love.” Ron kissed her cheek. “We’ll be surprised.”



“Well, I can also tell you that there is only one.” Neville said, easing her exam gown over her again. “Given the twins in your family, I thought it might be an occurrence, but this is a single birth.”



“Good.” Pansy said. “Not that I have anything against twins but I think with my first, I like to focus on one.”



“What about sex, do you want a boy or a girl?” Neville asked looking down at the parchments that his charmed quill was scribbling on.



“I want a healthy baby, Neville. No problems, no illnesses.” She said.



“And that’s what you’ve got. The baby is just fine and everything is normal.” Neville assured her.



“Good.” Ron said as he helped her sit up on the table.



“I’d like to get you some information about birthing classes also.” He said, when Pansy was dressed and the couple was seated in his office a few moments later.



“What will we learn here?” Pansy asked.



“You’ll learn breathing exercises and relaxation techniques, you’ll also learn about the stages of labor and what happens, and you, Ron will learn how to coach her through the birth.” He explained.



“That will be a benefit.” Ron told her. “It sounds like a good idea.”



“I agree.” She told him. “How long is the class?”



“It’s actually six classes, once a week for the next six weeks.” He said. “I’ll sign you up and send an owl with the time and place of the first class.”



Ron and Pansy left the office, walking slowly through the country style road. “So what are we going to name this little one?”



“Well, I for one don’t want to name him or her after anyone,” Pansy said, “I think a baby should have their own name.”



“I agree. There are other ways to honor someone without naming a child after them.” He said. A random flash in the air, brought their attention upward to a broom now flying away. “They never rest.”



“They are going to assume the reason for your time away now is the baby.” Pansy told him.



“I’m sure they will.” He said. “But the date of the baby’s birth will straighten all that out. Enough of that though, what about a name?”



“We have time to decide on a name.” She said. “For right now, we need to have supper.”



Ron took her home and prepared supper. They relaxed in to the evening but Ron wasn’t about to get a whole night’s sleep.



“Ron.” He mumbled. “Ron, wake up.”



“What?” He mumbled into his pillow.



“I want ice cream.” She said.



Ice Cream? This woman was waking him up for ice cream? “Pansy, there is ice cream in the cooler.’’ He rested his head on his pillow.



“Ron,” she said, before he found a comfortable spot, “it’s vanilla.”



“And that means what to me?” He asked lifting his head.



“I want chocolate ice cream.” She said.



Ron groaned into his pillow. “Vanilla can’t suffice for the moment?”



“I want chocolate ice cream.” She repeated.



“Right.” He forced himself out of bed, and into his jeans and shirt. He managed to get his cloak on and make it through the floo. He knew of only one market that was open at nearly midnight and they were the ones that apparently had figured out the benefit of staying open for pregnant cravings.



He walked in and saw a group of young witches and wizards with armloads of snack food. Apparently they benefited from the young crowd who smoked cannabis all night too.



He went to the section that he needed and grabbed two tubs of chocolate ice cream. He paid the clerk quickly and went home. Pansy was up and wrapped in her dressing gown. “Did you get it?” She asked rushing forward.



He handed her the tubs. “I got two, in case you want some later.”



“Thank you love.” She kissed him and rushed to the kitchen.



Ron went back to bed, thinking how lucky he was to be taking time off. If he had been scheduled to play after making a trip for ice cream, he would have played like shit.







Ron returned home, after picking up some periodicals and going to the market. Pansy was sitting in the front room, with a tub in her lap eating ice cream.



Ron took a bowl from the kitchen and scooped some for her. “We have bowls for this purpose dear.” He had only just returned to the front, from putting the ice cream away, when Pansy held out an empty bowl to him. He took the bowl and put it in the sink, then took the tub out of the cooler and brought it to her.









A few days later Pansy was reading while Ron was working on his broom. To keep it at optimal performance, he had to do maintenance on it at least once a month. The sudden sound of tears made him rise from his chair.



“Pansy, love what is it?” He sat beside her and wrapping an arm around her.



“I’m going to be a horrible mother, I just know it.” She dropped her head into his neck and cried out.



“You are going to be a wonderful mother.” He said to her.



“How do you know?” She said sharply.



“Look at how badly you wanted this baby. You thought about it, and thought about it, and you tried so hard to get pregnant.” Ron looked into watery eyes. “How can anyone who wanted a baby so much be a bad mother?”



“Really?” She asked.



“Yes. Really.” He said.



“Oh Ron, your just so amazing.” She said, unleashing a new level of tears onto his chest. Ron smiled to himself and held her as she cried.



“Come on, I know what will make you feel better.” He stood and fetched their cloaks.



“What?” She asked wiping her eyes.



“We need furniture for the baby’s room.” He said.



Pansy’s face lit up and she rose up off the couch. In no time at all, Ron was escorting his wife into the baby store and to the furniture section. Since they didn’t know the sex, Pansy decided on a lovely wood set, each etched with woodland elves. She selected white draperies and blankets with green vines. The forest theme for the nursery was beautiful and nature lovers like Ron and Pansy thought it was more then appropriate.



Ron waved his wand over the nursery when they got back and had all the furniture put together and placed. Pansy put the bedding and blankets on the crib while Ron put the dresser, wardrobe and changing table in place.



The drapes were hung, and the furniture set. They still needed to shop for clothes, nappies and some other supplies, but Ron knew Ginny was planning a baby shower for her, so he decided to wait. Whatever wasn’t given at the shower, they could by themselves.



For the moment, he had avoided a breakdown. Ron was aware that her hormones were going all over the map, and he knew just how to deal with it this time. He only hoped he would be able to deal with it next time.