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"I HATE YOU! YOU'RE NEVER TOUCHING ME AGAIN" was the cry heard echoing through the white hallway.
The receptionist sitting at the desk didn't move a muscle as the words rang along the walls. She knew better, she was used to hearing that and similar phrases like it.
She remembers one woman who vehemently claimed she would, how did it go again? Remove her husband's danglies with a blunt axe. That was an interesting day.
"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" the voice was heard once again.
The receptionist gave out a small chuckle, imagining the faces this poor confused husband must be making. For her, it was just another day in the maternity ward.
Meanwhile in room where said voice was emanating from Mrs. Hermione Weasley was in hard labour. Poor Fred standing by her side hoping hand didn't break before the baby arrived.
"Love, I though you were happy? Aren't you excited?" Fred attempted to reason with his wife turned banshee.
"Excited? Let's have you push a bloody bludger out your ass and see how excited you are!" She ground out between clenched teeth.
"Don't worry Mr. Weasley, most husbands experience the same reaction with their wives during child birth. I assure you she doesn't mean any of it." The healer tried to comfort him.
"Are you sure?" Fred asked casting a wary eye in Hermione's direction.
"Quite sure, the bludger out your, um, rectum could be almost fitting relation for you. She is in quite a bit of discomfort and pain at the moment. It's my experience that it is all forgotten once you both see that little one. The first one is always the most unnerving because you both have no clue what to expect." The healer explained.
"Mrs. Weasley." The healer turned his attentions. "I'm going to check you one last time, I'm sure that we're near the end. Yes yes, just as I expected. Now I want you to bear down with everything. Two good pushed should take it."
"I'm tired I can't" Hermione panted
"Yes you can, you have no choice really. Now push!" the healer replied.
"Alright, you're doing wonderful. I know it is uncomfortable, but please, don't push. The baby's head it out; we need to clear the mouth." A quick spell and then the healer said "Push once more. That's it, and they're out!"
The healer lifted the infant out and placed the child on Hermione's chest.
"You did it love," Fred said while kissing her forehead. "You were amazing. We're parents."
"I did it, Fred he's beautiful. I can't believe it. I'm sorry I shouted at you!" Hermione apologized.
"No need to worry love, you were amazing. I can't believe my mum did this seven times!" Fred stood in amazement.
"Neither can I." Hermione sighed tiredly.
"Have you decided on a name?" The healer asked?
"Yes, Alexander. Alexander George Weasley." Fred answered not taking his eyes off his son.
"We're a family now." Hermione said. "I thought we were a family before, but no. Now, we're a family."
"Alright, now for one last push Mrs. Weasley. Do you feel ready, or not yet?" The healer asked.
"Yes, it's ready." Hermione replied.
"Last push?" Fred asked confused as assistant took their son aside to be cleaned up.
"What do you mean? The baby is out! OH GOD WHAT IS THAT?" Thud Fred fell to the floor.
"It appears your husband fainted at the sight of the after birth." The healer chuckled.
"I'm surprised he lasted this long to begin with." Hermione replied.
There you go! Hope you liked it. Please review! Seriously, there are hits and no reviews. Kinda frusterating. I do appreciate you putting it on alert though. It's encouraging!