"You don’t have to say anything, Hermione," Ron breathed, sounding just as choked up as she did as he sat down in the chair next to the bed. With one hand, he reached out and clasped hold of hers, Gwyneira still held firmly against his chest. "You owe me no apologies... You and I—it wasn’t meant to be for us. But this, this beautiful baby, she is living proof that you and Loki are meant to be. After all the grief and turmoil you’ve struggled through with our miscarriage, and then Draco..." He tapered off, emotions finally getting the best of him. Taking a deep, calming breath, he carried on, "You have earned this happiness, this respite from everything you endured. I’m so happy for you."