It wasn't planned obviously. Hermione had been doing just fine at working and being pregnant, despite her lovely husbands trying to convince her otherwise. So what if she were pregnant with twins? So what if one of those twins was a Potter and the other was a Weasley? Hermione was fine. She had no plans of this pregnancy preventing her from doing her very important work at S.P.E.W headquarters, she figured she'd take a break when they were actually born.
It just so happened, that on that morning, she'd woken up with a twinge in her bones and a fatigue she hadn't experienced since the war, she doesn't say anything though, even as her two husbands doted on her. They'd never let her leave the house otherwise.
"Good morning, my loves." Harry had taken to saying, referring to Hermione and the babies growing inside of her. He bussed a kiss to her forehead and led her to the kitchen, where Ron had made her favorite breakfast. Well, the food she had been craving since the beginning of the first trimester.
"Good morning you two," Hermione said, stifling a yawn. This was immediately noticed by Ron, who has become insanely more attentive to her needs since they learned she was pregnant.
"It wouldn't hurt to call out for one day, y'know?" He suggested, although a bit hesitantly. They've butted heads about this before but everyone just wants what they think is best. It's nothing new for this trio. Harry looks between the two, trying not to linger too long on Hermione, so she doesn't think they're ganging up on her.
"Nice try, Ronald. I have a meeting today that I refuse to miss. And Harry, don't you even think about saying anything." She said firmly, shooting a glare in his direction before digging into her breakfast. Stew was a bit heavy for breakfast but it was all she'd been craving. Harry and Ron made eye contact across the table but said nothing.
They went on about their day and soon found themselves at their respectful workplaces. Hermione at S.P.E.W headquarters, Ron at the Sports department of the Ministry and Harry, a healer at St. Mungo's. Both Ron and Harry had a shorter day than usual. Harry's day consisted of training a new healer who got sick at the sight of a particularly nasty hex and had to leave early, which left Harry to just cycle through his patients and clock out for the day. He was pretty good at his job and he made sure to never fall behind on his work, especially with two babies on the way.
As for Ron, Thursdays were usually his half days, since he worked such long hours the rest of the week. When he arrived home through the fireplace, he spotted Harry already preparing supper for the night. "Damn you, Chosen One. I was going to do that." He grumbled playfully as he loosened his tie and kicked off his shoes. (Before placing them properly by the door of course.)
"Git." Ron mumbled, admiring him in his 'Kiss the Cook' apron.
"What was that? I can't hear you over being the best chef ever." Harry joked, only slightly raising his voice. The ginger rolled his eyes and stomped over to the bespectacled man, pulling him in for a soft kiss. Harry couldn't help but bring one hand up to Ron's loose tie, melting into the kiss. After a few more seconds, Ron pulled away, his green eyes soft and full of love.
"...Was just doin' what your apron says." He murmured before fucking off to prepare a bath for Hermione. Harry shook himself out of his stupor and returned to cooking. Hermione should be home within the hour since she's practically the head of S.P.E.W., she chooses her own hours and though she may deny it, she's been coming home earlier and earlier. Harry had just finished dinner, when he heard the 'woosh' of the fireplace, signaling that Hermione was home.
He rushed out of the kitchen with a smug smirk on his face, "Welcome home, my loves, I made us-" He wasn't able to finish his sentence as Hermione took one step forward and immediately fainted. Harry didn't let her hit the floor, even as his heart lurched with worry. "Ron!" He yelled, throughout the house, his voice thunderous as he carried her to the couch, laying her down on it as he felt her forehead, which did feel a bit warm. His mind was racing with different possibilities. Even though the war was over, some people still thought what Hermione was doing, advocating for magical creatures to have rights and protections, was ridiculous.
Ron came rushing through the house, knowing that Harry wouldn't yell like that unless something was truly wrong. His heart sank to his stomach when he laid eyes on Hermione's prone form. "What's happened?" He demanded, coming to stand at Harry's side while he was conducting a series of simple tests. Simple spells he's learned since working at St. Mungo's, all a part of a routine curse/hex check-up. But as far as he could tell, it was nothing of the sort.
Harry shook his head, "She must have overworked herself." He murmured, tutting. He moved to take off her rain boots, knowing that her feet and ankles had to be aching. He was glad he'd asked Ron to run that bath when he did. "Can you grab me a healing tonic from the cabinet?" Harry requested, entirely focused on getting Hermione comfortable.
"Why me? I can watch Hermione and you go, I hate shuffling through your potions because then you accuse me of messing up your special organization!" Ron complained, briefly taking his eyes off Hermione to glare at Harry.
"Why you? Why you? Because it's your fault she's so tired anyway! Twins don't run in my family." He huffed, "It's only fair."
"My fault?? Mate, you're the one who got all doe-eyed and proposed that we have a baby! And one of the twins is a Potter!" He exclaimed,
Harry just glared at the ginger, "I solemnly swear that I won't complain about your sloppy rifling through my potions. Now go."
Ron rolled his eyes, begrudgingly stepping away from Hermione to go grab the tonic. Harry continued taking off the outer layers of her clothes, shucking her coat and scarf off as well. He placed a warm hand on her belly, smiling softly as one of the twins kicked in response.
Ron came back with the tonic, carefully labeled by Harry himself, smiling at the sight of Harry rubbing her belly. "Can I?" He asked, holding up the tonic. Usually, all healing-related activities were Harry's responsibility but he nodded anyway.
The ginger gently lifted her head so she wouldn't choke and poured the tonic down her throat. He stared sharply, waiting for her to awaken.
It didn't take long, her eyes fluttered open as she groaned, remembering the aches and pains that had taken over her body all day. "Harry? Ron? When did I get home?"
Harry and Ron exchanged a glance. It was a mixture of worry and slight annoyance. "You came through the fireplace and immediately fainted," Harry explained.
"You're not going to work tomorrow. I've told you- We've been telling you that you don't need to push yourself- because you're eight months pregnant with twins!" Ron huffed, the worry in his eyes belies the sternness of his voice.
"Ron. Let's maybe take care of our wife first before we lecture her." Harry chided, standing and holding his hands out so she could lift herself. "We prepared you a bath, with those herbs you like." He explained, leading her to their bathroom.
"We? Mate, if I recall, I'm the one who prepared the bath." Ron corrected, sounding affronted. Harry opened his mouth to respond but was cut off.
"Will you two please stop bickering?" Hermione snapped as they reached the bathroom. "I'm requesting peace and quiet. My back hurts, my breasts hurt, my hips hurt, I've been carrying your twins for eight months and all I'm asking is for some peace and quiet. Can you give me that?"
Ron and Harry stared at Hermione like they were two deer caught in headlights. Harry snapped out of it and swallowed, "Yeah- Yes- Yes Hermione. We're sorry."
Ron was still staring like a deer in headlights but when Harry roughly nudged him, he cleared his throat. "Yes Hermione, we're sorry."
"Thank you." She said stiffly, "Now, help me get undressed."
Her husbands moved with a swiftness, helping her out of her clothes before helping her into the nice warm bath, Ron having the foresight to cast a warming spell on it. Hermione sighed in relief, the warm water immediately relaxing her. The scents of lavender and orange floated through the air, as Ron took it upon himself to wash her curly brown hair. The both of them stayed silent like she'd asked.
When it seemed like she was on the edge of sleep, they got her out of the bath, Harry casting a drying spell and Ron helping her get into her most comfortable nightgown.
"I made dinner, are you hungry now or did you want me to save it for later?" Harry asked softly, breaking the silence as they helped Hermione onto the bed.
She thought for a moment before placing a hand on her stomach. "I could eat. Thank you, Harry. and you Ron. I know I could be a bit..."
"Stubborn- Ow. What?" Ron had interjected only to be jabbed by Harry's elbow and Hermione's glare.
"I know I can be a little hardheaded. But thank you for taking care of me anyway. I love you both, deeply." She finished, a blush gracing her cheeks even after four years of marriage. Hermione wasn't always the best at communicating her emotions, but for them, she tried.
Ron leaned down to press a kiss to her soft lips. "You're our wife, Mione. We're going to take care of you no matter what."
"We knew you were stubborn, and we married you anyway," Harry added, leaning in for a kiss as well.
"I think now's a good time as any to..lessen my hours. To prepare for maternity leave." Hermione said softly, rubbing her belly. "You're both right, these two are taking up all my energy already, I need to save some energy to help them grow."
Ron sighed in relief, pressing his forehead against hers. "Thank Merlin."
Harry smiled, slowly backing out to go fix her a plate, "That's our girl."
So no, Hermione fainting wasn't planned, but it did help her realize where her priorities lie and that her husbands just want what's best for her and the babies.