"Names?"

Ron sat down next to Hermione on the couch at the Burrow, passing her a cup of hot chocolate. Yes, by that time they had been married just over a year and had their own place. However, Hermione was almost reaching the 9 month point in her pregnancy, and for her sake, Ron had temporarily moved them back into his old room at the Burrow.

She sighed and patted her rather large midsection with one hand as the other brought the warm mug to her lips. "I have one that I would love more than anything for her to have."

"Any name, darling." Ron caressed his wife's cheek lovingly, knowing he would love any name she chose, no matter how horrible it really was.

"Rose."

That surprised him. He had always figured she would choose some odd, one-of-a-kind name. After all, it was her who had said that this child would be different from any other child in history.

"Why Rose?" The red-headed man noticed the look of sadness in Hermione's eyes and shook his head. "It's a beautiful name, but I was just curious-"

"The first gift you gave me."

"If I remember correctly, the first gift I ever gave you was a bottle of perfume. I've never given you a rose."

"It smelled like roses... I love the smell...of roses..." She noted lazily, trying to stifle a yawn.

Ron grinned down at her, then at her belly, where he gently placed his own hand.

"Rose."