Ron's eyes flew open to see the underside of their bed, almost forgetting he was attempting to get away from his wife. He had forgotten he was in charge of breakfast. Though clearly, that was a disaster of a thought consider the LAST time he attempted making breakfast for the kids and Hermione. He nearly burned their house down.

"I'm a grown man 'Mione!" He called from under the bed knowing he was already caught. He could see his wife's feet just a mere foot and a half a way. He gave a groan and rolled over under the bed and rose to his feet, the bed now between his wife and himself.

"I'm up." He stated run a hand through his red hair and giving a yawn. He looked at the clothes she had chosen, spotting one of his maroon sweaters his mother had knitted some time ago. He carefully looked at his wife not daring to say another word.