DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS IN THIS FANFIC.

A/N: Three stories in one day? Let us hope. I know I have a lot of WIPs, but I have a list of about 10 more one-shots and fanfics coming up. It will hopefully be done by the end of summer.

*THIS IS THE COMPANION PIECE TO "NAMING THORNS". IT OCCURS AFTERWARDS, BUT YOU CAN READ IT IN ANY ORDER. IT IS STAND ALONE, AS IS THE OTHER. IT OCCURS TWO WEEKS AFTER "NAMING THORNS" AND ABOUT A WEEK BEFORE ROSE IS BORN. I MIGHT DO ANOTHER STORY TAKING PLACE AFTER ROSE'S BIRTH (HER LIFE). IF I DO, I'll PUT IN ON MY PROFILE.

SPECIAL THANKS TO MY BEAUTIFUL COUSIN FOR HELPING ME WITH THIS

Ron and I sat there, at the end of June, watching the roses in bloom. I predicted that some of them would wither away soon, but next June, they would bloom again, each year only adding to their beauty. No one really knows when they bloom, but we can predict. Once, she had tried growing Cannabis, but their schedule was extremely strict.

"She's going to be a redhead."

"What?" I looked up at my husband, Ron, slightly startled. Not that I would show it.

"Rose. She's going to be a redhead."

"She could also be a brunette. Rose may look just like me, you know."

"No. She's going to be a redhead with blue eyes."

"Straight hair."

"Curly, just like yours."

"Never."

"Wanna bet?"

oOoOoOo

At the hospital…

"WHEN THIS IS DONE I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU RONALD WEASLEY!"

"Can't wait for our next child, babe."

"UGH!"

Harry gave me a look. "Run."

oOoOoOo

After a couple bruises inflicted on Ron, he finally got to see his daughter. Wisps of bright red hair and sapphire blue eyes were the first thing he saw. She had her mother's facial features and skin tone. Ron always thought Hermione had nice skin.

"Told ya so."

"For once, you were right…"

"She's our daughter." I loved being able to know that I helped bring this adorable little girl into existence. Our little girl…

"The next one better be a boy."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"Not happening unless it's coming out of you!"

I looked down at the two of them. Rose may have gotten my eyes, but I noticed that she wasn't crying. Instead, she was staring intensely at me, as if calculating and judging us. She seemed to like what she saw, cause she let out a smile and giggle. That look… was the way Hermione first looked at me. I glanced at my wife, wondering if she noticed. She had fallen asleep with Rose Thorn Weasley in her arms. I smiled, gave her a lasting kiss on her forehead, and sat down watching the two of the most important people in my life.