Here's the 14th! Only 1 more to go, and I guarantee it to be the best (I hope) Before I wrote this chapter, I wrote my very first one shot, This Kiss. If you are to read that, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, cuz, it's not my best.

To localizy- Issues are resolved in next chapter. Thanks for the review!

Back to reality...

They'd been sitting in the maternity ward waiting room for almost four hours. Kylier's screams had broken through six attempts at silencing charms, and as the seventh was being put up, another contraction hit, and she broke it, again.

Ron had his head in Hermione's lap, she was pretty sure he was asleep. Bill and Charlie had taken all the kids home two hours ago, so only the adults were in the room. Fred was pacing so much that one of the nurses had thought that he was the father, and Arthur had just started pacing with him, Ginny was sleeping on Harry's shoulder and Molly was knitting.

Hermione's gaze had wandered to her wedding band more than once, and she couldn't believe that they were actually married. She was absentmindedly tracing circles on Ron's shoulder as she thought of all the ways she could tell him she was pregnant. Her first instinct was to just blurt it out at dinner, but now she wanted to have a plan of action. She could just tell him, but she wanted something a little more, dramatic? Yeah, dramatic.

I'll give you dramatic.

George burst through the double doors that led to the labor room. He was grinning like an idiot, hopping around like he was about to pee his pants when he announced, "It's a baby!"

"No shit Sherlock, a boy or a girl?" Fred asked nervously.

George's smiled widened, "A boy." Kylier screamed his name, and he disappeared back into the room.

Hermione shook Ron's shoulder, and he lifted his head. "Boy or girl?" he asked sleepily.

"Boy."

"George must be thrilled." Ron rubbed his eyes, and smiled at her. She smiled back.

George came through the doors again, grinning ridiculously. "A boy." He went back in, only to be wheeled out on a gurney.

"He just couldn't handle it," the nurse explained as she wheeled him into the next room. Molly followed.

The doctor came out in his scrubs. "We need someone in here with her."

Fred bolted into the room, ready to perform his uncle duties to his little niece or nephew, but much like George, he just couldn't handle it. He too was wheeled out and the doctor looked pissed. "You," he pointed at Ron, "Get in here."

Ron obeyed, and he stood on the left of a hysterical Kylier. She screamed and latched onto his hand. "Ouch," he whined.

"You want to talk about pain, Weasley?" she hissed as she pulled his face towards her. He flinched as she let go and began to strangle his hand again. She screamed, and soon, she wasn't the only one.

"Congratulations Mrs. Weasley," the doctor announced, "You have a son."

Kylier flung her head back onto the pillow and heaved a sigh. "Where's George?" she asked. The doctor handed her baby three, and she smiled. "Where's your daddy?" she asked in a baby voice as she laughed.

"George got so excited we think he had an accident," Ron told her as the nurse wheeled the other two babies over to Kylier's bedside.

She smiled at them, and looked over to Ron, "Can you please tell my husband that he needs to come see his sons?" She smiled at him before turning back to the babies.

Ron smiled and walked through the doors, narrowly avoiding George and Fred as they came barreling into the room, and he heard a thud as one of their heads hit the floor again. Most likely, George, but he wasn't one to speculate. Molly glanced nervously at him as he entered the waiting room, and he shrugged. "Three boys." Molly squeal and bounded into the room, and as Ron was about to follow, Hermione reached out and grabbed his arm. "What?" he asked, concerned something was wrong.

She held onto his arm and led him to the empty bathroom. She pushed him in and locked the door. As she turned to face him, she smiled. "Ron, I have something for you." She handed him a pregnancy test.

He looked confused, "You want me to take it? Sorry Hermione, but I thought you knew, I can't get pregnant."

She punched his arm lightly, "No you worthless git, look at it." He looked at it again, still totally confused. She sighed. "What color is it?"

"Blue, but what's that-" he stopped as if it was just now dawning on him. "It's blue, it's blue, that means we're-"

"Yep," Hermione nodded as Ron looked at the test again.

Before she knew it, he had picked her up and was spinning her around, "We're gonna have a baby, we're gonna have a baby!" he sang as they spun. He set her down gently, and kissed her. "How are we going to break the news?" he asked.

She shrugged, "I want to see my nephews right now, so we can tell them later." She took his hand and they made their way out of the bathroom, generating some strange looks from patients in wheelchairs. When they arrived at Kylier's room, they weren't surprised to see Molly holding all three boys, while George tried to wrestle one away from her. Fred had fainted, and was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, and Arthur was trying to get Molly to give up one of the triplets.

While they were arguing, Hermione took it as an opportunity to snag one away from their doting grandma. "What are you naming them?" she asked.

"You're holding baby Parker, George has Connor and Molly has little Ronnie, named after the only uncle who actually stayed conscious during his delivery," she looked over at a very unconscious Fred in the corner. "Is he going to be alright? He didn't do this when Angie was in delivery."

"He did when it was Ashton, now how come none of them are named George?" George pouted.

She sighed, "Because, only you can live up to the trouble associated with that name." he seemed satisfied with her answer because he kissed her head and they began to coo over Connor, who was fast asleep. Kylier reached out for Parker, and Hermione reluctantly handed him over, and finally, Arthur managed to wrestle Ronnie away from Molly, so, after wheeling Fred out, they left the five of them by themselves.

"Can you believe that they might be the last Weasley grandchildren?" Molly said as they walked to the fireplace. "I don't think I can handle that."

"Mum, they're not the last," Ron told her.

She looked over at Hermione. "Do you two have another confession to make?"

Hermione just smiled. "Haven is finally going to get the Christmas gift she's been asking for."

Molly knew what that meant.


EEEEEE! Just felt like saying that. Hang on, this isn't the end, there's still one more chapter.