Babybirth
Author's note:
Be warned: Scottish accent ahead! :)
bonnie means pretty
wee means little
The Maternity Ward 7 of St. Mungo's was rather overcrowded, loud, and bustling. Quite a few red-haired kids were playing in the waiting room, causing chaos in spite of their dad trying hard to keep them quiet. They were not at all amused by the fact that their youngest sibling was about to be born.
'There's enough of us already,' one of them said shrugging. His dad frowned with eyes narrowing in such a terrifying way that the little boy felt like adding: 'But we've always wanted a baby sister, though...'.
Dr. Blakey, a young and blond healer who would never stop grinning, happened to be there with the children's mother in the labor room. He was trying to calm her down a little bit by encouraging and supporting her, with his best intentions. He couldn't have imagined that, apart from the unbearable pain, it was his constant murmuring what freaked Molly out the most.
She prayed in her heart for her wand, so that she could silence this chattering, babbling, annoying and pestering little-
Then the pain was gone, and Molly let out a weak sigh. She didn't hate Dr. Blakey anymore.
'We did it, didnae we!' The blond healer gave her a friendly smile as she gasped from exhaustion. 'Wasnae an easy one, was it, but you've got a bonnie wee daughter!'
'Have I?' she murmured with tears of intense emotions in her eyes, reaching out for the baby's top of head. It was covered in red fluff. 'Oh, my sweet, little Ginny...'
'April's fool!' the blond healer cried nastily, 'It's a boy, ma'am! An' now, ye'd be'er push again, 'cause th' other one's on his way out too...!'
