-Chapter 8-

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-Ginny's P.O.V.-

"She just won't stop." Neville says to me, running his hands through his already messy hair.

"Just be firm with her." I tell my husband. "It's not like we have to tell her first."

"Try telling her that." he says.

I watch my husband of the last four years walk back out into the hallway to talk to his grandmother… again. She's a stubborn one. I laugh to myself. It's hard to believe how wonderful my life has been these last few years. I have the most amazing husband in the entire world and together we've shared so many beautiful memories of love and happiness. For the longest time, Neville and I thought we were complete, that we had shared all the love we had with each other. Well, that was until the moment we learned of our baby. A smile comes to my face as I stare down at the tiny miracle rapped in a green blanket laying in my arms. Our baby. Big blue eyes and soft red hair stare back up at me.

"Gran." I hear Neville say from the hallway.

"Well, what is it?" Gran says excitedly.

"No, Gran." Neville says. "You have to wait like everyone else."

"But, Neville…" she starts.

"But nothing." he interrupts. "If you go get Molly and everyone else we can tell you all at…"

I see her rush past the door before he finishes his sentence. He comes back into the room, shaking his head. He walks over to my bed and plants a kiss on my forehead. Then his attention turns to our child.

"Your Great-Gran is what we call old and senile." he says. I laugh at this. Then he turns back to me, giving me a kiss on the lips. "How are you feeling, hun?"

Before I can answer, Gran is back at our door, followed by my mother and father. Behind them is my good friend Luna and her husband, Colin. Luna's own baby bump is showing under her dress. Out of all my siblings, only Ron can make it to the birth of my first child. His wife, Hermione is with him, as well as Harry. To my surprise, Professor Dumbledore sticks his head into the room.

"Hello, and congratulations." he says smiling. "Some of the professors and I were in the neighborhood. Mind if we visit quickly."

"Of course, come in." I say.

Professor Dumbledore enters followed by Hagrid and Professors McGonagall and Sprout.

"Is that everyone?" says Neville almost nervously. I know what he's thinking, and apparently so does Professor Sprout.

"We told Severus if he was going to pout about stopping by then he had to wait in the lobby." she says.

"Grumpy old bastard." I hear him grumble. "So… How are the Abyssinian shrivelfig and the Fanged Geraniums doing?"

"Enough with the chit-chat!" Gran practically shouts. "What is my great-grandchild!"

"Calm down, Augusta." Professor McGonagall says to her.

"I've been here all day, and have yet to know!" Gran says back. "Get on with it."

"Alright." I say sitting up a grin on my face. "Everyone. This is our daughter. Kaitlyn Allura Longbottom."

"That's wonderful." says my mother.

As everyone offers us there congratulations, I can't help but feel like we are the luckiest people in the world. To have all these people care about us and our daughter. How lucky she will be to grow up with all these people caring about her. I hand over my newborn daughter to her grandmother, who takes her almost hesitantly. My mother looks down at my daughter with a look that could only be described as cheerless. I don't pay much attention to it though, figuring she's reflecting on how this is my first child, and I'm not her little baby anymore. Poor Mom. Then I notice the jealousy on the face of her great-grandmother. Neville notices too.

"Gran doesn't look to happy." Neville whispers to me as he sits on the bed.

"That's alright." I say wrapping my arms around him. "She gets to hold the next one first."


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