June, Neville thought, Merlin. He was going to be a father any day now. He fretted every time he took her to one of her now weekly appointments and at the last one on June 20 they had said it would be just a matter of time. Bloody hell, if Luna could at least pretend to be alright why couldn't he? Maybe because she slept a lot these days and he was busy keeping things in order and the house intact from the twins. Or maybe it was because she had done this before and he hadn't or maybe it was just because she was Luna and he was Neville. Going over all of this in his already spinning mind, he concluded it was a mixture of all of those. Luna although very uncomfortable and forty pounds heavier hadn't complained much as long as the twins weren't at each others necks.

His mind stopped spinning on the night of June 24 when a groggy Luna awoke him. Both had been so tired due to recent events and it took her a minute to even comprehend that her contractions had began, much less to wake up Neville and notice that her side of the sheets were damp.

"Nev!" she urged.

He muttered what sounded like a swear and she slapped him. He jolted awake and realized where he was. "Oi, what was that for?"

"Nev, it was for you not getting up six minutes ago when I first did it. It's time. We need to leave."

"What?" he was still disoriented until he looked at her. "Oh." he said calmly, realizing and then a more urgent "Oh!"

Standing up rather quickly he asked her if she could grab the bag while he got the boys. She said yes and he brushed their lips together. All he could think was thank Merlin he had thought to borrow the Weasleys flying car. Arriving where they needed to be, his nerves had never been more on end. He had sent an owl to Ginny and she replied that she'd be there momentarily to check on them and take the boys with her out of the way and back to bed.

"Neville, you should really calm down love."

"Luna, how could I possibly do that?" She shrugged and gave him a tired smile, taking his hand.

And then Ginny burst in, her flaming hair in a tattered braid and wrinkled pajamas, much expected for four in the morning in the middle of the summer. She rushed over to Luna, and leaned over the bedrail.

"You're alright, brilliant." Luna nodded serenely. "Okay well, write when I need to bring everyone back. Good luck." She kissed Luna on the cheek and gathered the sleepy twins up in her arms from a chair.

"Be good boys! Go back go sleep!" Luna requested and Ginny flashed a smile, backing out the door.

Her grip on his hand tightened though but the pain in her abdomen had subsided as quickly as it had came. Healers came with coffee for Neville and pain potions for Luna and each were greatly appreciated. Four hours into it, they were lying on their sides facing each other, her eyes serene, their fingers intertwined.

"Luna," he questioned, opening his drowsy hazel ones to look at her.

"Yes love?"

"What if I'm not good enough?"

"Not good enough for what?" her eyebrows knit together.

"To be a real father." his whisper was timid but she heard it.

"Neville, you already are a real father."

"Yes but-"

She cut him off, "And you're right. You're not good enough."

His face bewildered, he was never good enough it seemed.

"You're perfect Nev."

"What Luna?"

The look on her face said something along the lines of 'what-do-you-mean-what-you-dolt?' but all her voice said was "You're perfect." And then he kissed her and then things started speeding up and he didn't really remember the course of events other than Luna's hand almost ripping his off when healers told her to start pushing and he almost completely forgot to send an owl to Ginny to tell her to bring the kids back.

What he did remember though was the sound of crying. He heard crying at 10:17 in the morning of June 25 and it was the best moment of his life. It was a girl. And after the necessary procedures had been done, they were left alone with her. She had stopped her crying but Neville's and Luna's tears had just begun.

"Luna, what are we going to name her?" Luna was holding her, and her hand was latched around Neville's finger.

She looked at him dumbfounded almost. He saw the light purple shadows under her eyes before she spoke, not even wanting to think how bad his were. "Alice of course,"

"Alice? As in Alice my mother?"

Luna nodded. "Alice your mother and now Alice your daughter. Alice Leeliah."

He smiled, and that was all he could do. "Yeah. Alice."