"It's a girl!" the Muggle doctor exclaims, holding out the baby to Hermione. She takes her newborn daughter in her arms, falling in love immediately.
"Ronald," she whispers, admiring their child. "She's beautiful."
Ron slips his arm around his wife and strokes his daughter's tiny head. "She's got your face, 'Mione."
"And your hair." She begins to bounce the baby girl as the child begins to cry. "Shhh..." Hermione mutters, comforting her. "It's alright. It's alright."
"Do you have a name for her?" the doctor asks, looking admiringly at the young family.
"Yes," she answers, gazing into her daughter's beautiful blue eyes. "Her name will be Rose."
"Rose Nymphadora Weasley," Ron adds, reminiscing on the woman who died during the battle of Hogwarts.
The doctor scribbles the name down and leaves the room with the nurses on his heels.
"Okay," Ron says, climbing up onto the bed. "Move over."
"Ronald!" Hermione laughs. "What are you doing?"
"I'm tired," he says, shrugging. He slides his legs under the hospital sheets. "I had to stand all that time."
She rolls her eyes. "I just pushed our child through a hole the size of a baseball and you're the one who's tired?"
He nods. "Now that that creep is gone I can finally stretch my legs." He wiggles his toes from under the blankets. "Lemme see the little bugger."
"This little bugger," she replies, "is your daughter."
"I know, I know," he laughs.
"Here you go, Ron." Hermione sighs in mock annoyance and hands the baby to him. He carefully holds his daughter, nervous and awkward as a father for the first time. "Am I—" He swallows hard as little Rose begins to cry. "Am I doing this right? Maybe you should—"
"No, no. You're doing just fine."
"'Cause I can't feed her, you know. I haven't got the right... equipment."
She laughs. "Give her here, Ronald."
Hermione takes Rose and rocks her, slowing the baby's cries. "You're my little Rose," she whispers to her. "My little darling Rose."