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Chapter 3: Beautiful Babies
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(Luna PoV) - 24th July 2001
After the unexpected house call and story, I was very confused (even after a brief-ish explanation. And by the time Hermione and I were seated in the waiting room, obviously I was past confusion, I was absolutely flabbergasted. But I knew not to ask questions yet; the time would soon come.
We had been waiting for a good few hours, when finally we heard loud, unmistakeable screams and cursing. I looked at Hermione, and for a moment we shared a knowing smile. we were interrupted by Daisy (Hermione said that was her name).
"It's time for the baby to come, so you may make your way to the room. I think you wouol be able to find it." She grinned. We smiled back, and then took off to the room, the screams becoming louder with each step we took. When we found it, we opened the door. It seemed to be a particularly bad time - Ginny was swearing madly. When we entered she turned to us, glared, and said:
"It's about time!"
"Time for the baby, yes." I agreed with a smile.
"Where the hell" (she used a slightly different word) "have you been?"
"Waiting in the waiting room." Hermione answered, also smiling.
"Well, the baby is coming, so you might as well make yourself useful. Aaargh!" The last word was from a particularly strong contraction.
"Don't worry, she's just in pain. She doesn't mean it." The Nurse, who I hadn't noticed before, smiled gently at us. "I'm Eleanor."
We smiled back, telling her our names.
"Yes, yes, how lovely to see you. Now, could we get back to business please? I'm trying to have a baby here!" Ginny snarled.
"Touchy." I raised my eyebrow, Ginny just glaring in return.
"And I thought I had a bad temper!" Hermione laughed. I giggled too, Eleanor joining in.
"Aaaargh! I should just call in some other people now, you lot are USELESS!"
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(Hermione PoV) - 1 hour, ten minutes later.
"Argh! Ow! Grrr!" Ginny screamed. She had been doing this for ages, though nothing was really happening.
"Ginny, carry on pushing. The baby is coming, I can see them. Go!" The nurse called, and after a few seconds of silence, I could here crying. Crying of a young baby.
I turned to look at the baby.
"Oh Ginny!" I whispered, hardly daring to breathe. "Oh, Ginny!"
The baby was barely bigger than my arm. He (I realised it was a boy at once) had black hair, soft, wavy black hair that barely covered his little head. He opened his tiny eyes, and I saw they were a soft shade of brown, the image of Ginny's. He had tiny fingers and tiny toes, his hands could wrap around one finger of mine, and his little feet were so delicate! He was gorgeous.
Luna and I were cooing and gasping with delight over him, so much that we forgot about Ginny.
'Let me see." She said softly. She had already seen him, she was the first, but she barely had a good look before the nurse snatched him up to wrap him in blankets.
We handed him to Ginny, and we could see her eyes widen, and a smile cross her face.
"He looks like his father," she murmured, "with his mother's eyes." We smiled too, realising the coincidence.
"So, what do you want to call him?" I heard Luna ask.
"Daniel. Daniel James." Ginny didn't mention the surname, so I would be sure to ask her later on her opinion.
"That's perfect. It fits him." Luna said.
"Hello, Danny." Ginny said, mesmerized by the sight before her eyes (the mirror of her little baby's).
We all smiled, before a nurse said she had to take him away. It was a different nurse, one we hadn't even noticed come in. Ginny nodded reluctantly, before giving the baby a last glance and handing him to the nurse to be measured and clothed.
"Miss Granger? Ginny?" The other nurse, Eleanor, asked timidly.
We turned to look at her, and she smiled at us shyly.
"We have to prepare for the others."
"Okay." Ginny agreed, not realising what she'd said.
"Others?" I asked her, confused.
"Ah, yes. It seems that in fact, you are having triplets, and not twins."
"WHAT?!"
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(Ginny PoV) - 15 minutes later.
I felt the contractions come on again, and groaned. They lasted for a while, before an unbelievable pain that I had already felt twice before.
Yes, twice. I was about to be a mother of three.
THREE KIDS. I had never even looked after one!
After the intense pain, and the sound of a baby crying (again) I was able to hold my two newest editions to the family.
Liliana May had red curls, framing her tiny face. Her eyes were dark, emerald green, and her skin had tiny freckles dotted about on it. She was born at 4:30 AM today.
Ruby Anya had pale, pale blonde hair and round, grey-blue eyes. She was pale, with no freckles unlike her older sister and brother. And she was the youngest, meaning smaller, but she was tiny compared with the others. She had a pointy chin and tiny fingers, and everything about her was tiny. Much more than the other two. I was worried about her, but I let it go for the moment. I had beautiful children, three of them. More than I had thought, but still the children of my dreams.