(A/N: I wrote this as a random piece for the personal fanfiction story I'm writing. I have never personally experienced or witnessed a birth, except the one for Freshman year Health class. If you don't know 'cherie' is French for dear.)
Enjoy!
"Bill! Get it here!" Fleur screamed from the bathroom. She stood hunched over, one hand on her nine month pregnant belly, the other hand gripping the bathroom counter, her knuckles white.
"What is it Cherie?" I asked as I walked in.
"The bébé's coming," She gasped.
I turned to get her bag so we could apparate to Saint Mungo's. I was ecstatic, we were having our baby.
"No, Bill ze bébé's coming now, we are not going to ze hospital," She said.
I froze as the thought struck me.
"Bill, help me sit down on ze loo," Fleur instructed trying to stay calm. After I did so she pulled her skirt up and removed it over her head. Then she spread out her legs.
I stared at her in shock of what I was about to have to do.
"Bill do you zee anything?" She asked.
I looked at her dumbstruck for a moment before processing what I had to do. I looked and saw a tiny bulge. "Fleur, I think I see the baby's head," I said and suddenly some sort of instinct came over me. "Cherie, do you think you can squat?" I asked.
"Yes, help me," She answered and I helped her stand up and move to into our bedroom.
I grabbed a lot of towels on the way and laid one down underneath her. Fleur let out a low pained moan as she started pushing. She had wanted to face me, so keeping one hand under her to catch the baby; I put my other hand on the small of her back and rubbed it soothingly. She buried her face in my neck and clutched my sides and dug her nails into them. Having gone through worse pain before, I didn't make a noise. After a few more pushes the baby's crown laid in my palm.
"Cherie, bébé is crowning, do you want to feel?" I asked her.
She didn't move her head from where it lay but still nodded. I took my hand from her back and took one of her hands and placed it where my other was. She kept her hand there for the next few pushes, until the head was out. Then she gripped my sides with her hands again as I kept both my hands down there as she kept pushing. Slowly the rest of our baby slipped into the world. I helped Fleur sit down then handed her our baby, who still had its umbilical cord attached.
"Bill, we have a girl, oh a baby girl," Fleur exclaimed as I wrapped a clean towel around our little girl.
After calling Saint Mungo's a Healer arrived a few minutes later; she cleaned up our baby and handed it back to us.
"Cherie, what should we name our little girl?" I asked her sitting down next to her on our bed. The healer had helped move Fleur from the floor to our bed.
"Victoire, because we conceived her, well, you know," Fleur answered laughing. Our baby had been conceived the day after Voldemort had been defeated.
"Victoire Ann," I replied putting my arm around my wife.
"Perfect," Fleur murmured to the little baby in her arms.