Stolen gift
A/N was listening to small bump by Ed Sheeran and felt inspired. Please review.
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She was gripping my hand like it was her only way to live. And she was screaming so hard he thought her lungs were going to burst. The bushy brown hair was bigger than ever, and her brow was glistening with sweat. He told her he loved her, and kissed her hand. He had almost lost all feeling in his fingers when the beautiful brunette had given birth to his child. The Healers ran around. Saying things he couldn't understand. They refused to let him near the child. His wife collapsed and the healers began to help her. Someone escorted him out of the room, mumbling things- or maybe he just couldn't understand- apologising, explaining.
Still born. That was what the healer had said. He sat with his eyes opened not really seeing. He stood swatting away the hands, that were trying to get him to sit back down. They said they were going to help. But there were other, more important, people to tend to. He needed to tell his family the news. He told them this, and some of them walked off. But one walked behind him. She said it was for support. He couldn't feel it.
He opened the door to the waiting room, where all of his closest friends and family sat. They stood as he entered. Hopeful smiles on their smiling faces. The smiles all faded, as they took in his face. They all tried to talk to him. Worrying around him. Asking questions, expecting answers. He said nothing. He was scared that if he opened his mouth, he would feel it. Everything. The numbness would wear away, and the realisation would truly sink in.
They were blessed with a gift. But it was taken away.
This was meant to be the start of their life.
This was meant to be their gift.
He was told that his wife was in a bad condition, but he couldn't see her yet.
He wasn't listening, just living the memory of a happy day.
"Ron! Be careful with him!" shouted a laughing girl. Her hair was brown and bushy.
"I will!" called back the tall red head, who was currently swinging a laughing toddler around in his arms. Hermione smiled and shook her head.
"You are so perfect with Teddy." She sighed as Ron walked over to her, and he and Teddy sat down.
"We will have a child one day. We will be blessed. We will have our gift."
But their gift was taken.