New Beginnings

i. Birth


April 14, 2021

"Oh god!" Amalie cried clutching her bulged stomach. She had been in labor for hours and the contractions weren't getting any closer together but when she did have them, they were brutal.

"Hey, it's going to be okay," Harry cooed rubbing her back. "Maybe we should go to St. Mungo's."

"My water hasn't even broke yet," Amalie protested. "What if it's just false labor pains?"

"Then they will send us home," Harry said calmly. "We have nothing to lose, it's better than waiting too long and the baby ending up being born here."

Amalie rolled her eyes. "She isn't going to be born here, Harry."

"Amalie," Harry started, "You've been in labor for the past 15 hours."

She sighed. "Some people be in labour a lot longer then that!"

Harry shook his head. "Just give in."

"Okay fine," she finally agreed, "but what about the kids?"

Harry laughed. "You act like they're five years old, they're teenagers, they can take care of themselves for a few hours."

Amalie nodded and held onto her husband while he apparated them both to the hospital. Once there nurses crowded around her to get her checked out.

"You're fully dilated," the nurse said with a grin. "It's time to start pushing."

A few hours later the baby's cries filled the hospital room making Amalie let out a sigh of relief. 'She's here,' she thought to herself as the mediwitch laid the baby on her chest. She snuggled her close and looked over at her husband, who had tears coming from his eyes. "You're such a cliché," Amalie said laughing. "Why does every man only cry when his children are born?"

"She's perfect," Harry said kissing Amalie's head, ignoring her question.

Amalie smiled. "Yes, she is."

"Do you love me?" Harry asked.

"Of course I love you!" Amalie said with a chuckle, "but not enough to name her."

Harry laughed as well. "I was going to suggest Taylor, after your mother."

Amalie thought about that for a minute. "And what about her middle name?"

"Well I figured you'd come up with that since I apparently 'can't pick out names'," Harry teased.

"You can't!" Amalie protested. "If I left you alone, you would probably call her Minerva!"

Harry laughed. "And what's wrong with naming my kids after my favorite teachers?"

"Nothing," Amalie said, "if you want them to be teased for life!"

"So what name will it be then?"

Amalie thought for a moment. "Taylor Audrey."

Harry nodded. "I like it."

"I like you," Amalie said with a grin.

"Who's being cliché now?"

"Oh shut up," Amalie said passing Harry the little baby. Harry kissed Taylor's brown hair covered head (no, she didn't have a lot of hair, but it was still there) and the baby cooed. Harry and Amalie watched the little girl move around and smile in their arms and they were both content. This is going to be a good beginning, Amalie thought to herself giving them both a kiss. It wasn't long until the exhausted mother soon fell asleep with the newborn baby safely in her fathers arms,