Albus was touched that Minerva wanted to name their daughter after his sister. He loved and missed her very much, and he thought she would be happy to know that their daughter would be named Arianna.
He descended the stairs and entered the sitting room where a worried looking Isobel sat, right next to a sympathetic Poppy.
"Albus," Isobel said noticing he was there, "how did it happen? Why is my daughter on bed rest?" She asked deeply worried for Minerva.
Albus took a deep breath and began to tell Isobel how it happened. Telling her how Minerva left to have lunch with a friend, and how worried he was when he couldn't find her. He told them about the note he had left for Minerva after his worry turned into a stupid anger, he said how she came up to his office angry, an they talked, and how she looked like she was in pain but when he asked her she wouldn't say anything about it except she was fine.
After finishing the story Isobel nodded.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault she is there in that bed, exhausted even just after talking. It'a all my fault, Isobel-" he was trying to explain but was cut off but Isobel's hand coming up and stopping him.
"Albus, it isn't your fault, you must stop blaming yourself. These things happen and I am just glad and relieved that you are here with her. The man she loves. You care for her and it had better stay that way young man!" She said pointing a finger at him.
Albus chuckled, "I am not young, Isobel surely you know that?" Albus joked.
"Well your younger than I, so yes you're young." She said pulling him into a hug. The two let go and were about to sit down and have some tea, when they head the soft music of a piano.
"Is that Minerva?" Isobel asked.
"Oh, I will tie that woman to her bed and give her a bed pan so she can use the restroom!" Poppy ranted and headed upstairs.
"She still plays piano?" Isobel asked. Albus nodded, "indeed she does. Quite often really, it's beautiful and I think the baby likes it. She loves to play, she even had a piano in her quarters at Hogwarts." He said with a smile before heading upstairs with Isobel to the sound of the music.
"Minerva! You cannot be sitting up like this! You can play your ruddy piano after this baby is born! Now come on back to bed!" Poppy sternly said but Minerva kept playing. Albus and Isobel entered just as she was finishing the song. Slowly she turned around to face Poppy.
"She likes it." Was all Minerva said, rubbing her stomach and starting to stand, Poppy rolled her eyes and helped a very pregnant Minerva to her feet.
"And besides it gives me more to do than just sit there all day doing nothing except re-reading the entire library and only getting up to use the loo or grab something new to wear whilst I lay in bed all day, resting." She ranted while Poppy ignored her and brought her back to her bedroom.
"Take advantage of your sleep now Minerva because that baby won't be giving you very much when she gets here!" Isobel piped up, Albus chuckled and Minerva rolled her eyes as she got back into the bed.
"Let me check you over Min." Poppy said as Minerva was getting comfortable, she sighed and stopped fidgeting while Poppy poked and prodded, and cast spells.
"It won't be long now Minerva, I'd say she will be here in a couple of weeks! Then you can busy yourself with her and you can stop complaining! I'm going to go call the healers at St. Mungo's, one of the head healers will want to come check you out every few days now." She said and walked out of the room.
Minerva smiled and rubbed her belly as she felt the babe move beneath we finger tips. Albus came over and put his hand over hers and sat down next to her. She looked up and smiled at her husband before leaning into him.
"I'll leave you be." Isobel said with a small smile before leaving the room.
"I hope she doesn't have your sweet tooth, or she won't grow any teeth!" Minerva joked.
"Oh, I hope she does, then I can take her to the best candy shops in the wizarding and the muggle world!" Albus joked back, Minerva scoffed.
They continued to lay there, in a comfortable silence until Poppy returned with Isobel and the healer she had called.
"Minerva, Albus, this is Healer Jenkins, she is going to take over the care of you and the baby until she is born." Poppy introduced.
"Hello, how is everyone today?" Healer Jenkins asked pulling a chair up beside Minerva.
"Well, I'd be better if I wasn't stuck in this bed all day everyday.." Minerva complained, and Poppy rolled her eyes.
"You'll have to excuse her, she's difficult." Poppy informed the Healer.
"I am not difficult." Minerva said pursing her lips, the healer laughed.
"Well that's alright, do mind if I take a look Professor McGonagall?" She asked.
"Please, call me Minerva, I suppose this is personal enough to be on a first name basis.." Minerva said moving her hands out of the way as Healer Jenkins felt around her belly.
"Well, everything is looking good, the baby is stable and healthy, as is the mother, I estimate your due date to be around the 20th of September, give or take a few days. I will be back in a few days to check on you." The healer told them after finishing her exam, and left the room with Poppy.
"Just under a month Minne." Isobel said to her daughter, Minerva smiled, dispite the fact that her mother had called her 'Minnie', a nickname that she had hated since she was a teen.
The next couple of weeks went by rather quickly, Poppy had gone out and bought Minerva some new books, so she had less to complain about. Healer Jenkins had been coming more often to check up on the baby and Minerva, and her mother was getting unbearable.
Her brothers had come to visit, and could distract her while they were there, but they couldn't stay forever, and Isobel was starting to really get on Minerva's nerves. They argued about everything, and even though Minerva loved her mother, she was getting very tired of her nagging.
On this particular day Minerva and her mother were arguing over what Minerva was going to do with the baby when she went back to work. Isobel wanted to watch her while Minerva was working, but Minerva didn't want to be away from her daughter for so long. The two of them were getting frustrated with each other for not understanding one another's point of view.
"I am not a child mother! I am having a child for Merlin's sake! It is MY child, and I get the final say of what I will do with her while I am teaching!" Minerva argued her temper raging.
"You are being irrational Minerva, it's best for her to stay with me while you are working, and you know it!" her mother fired back.
"When would I be able to see her? For two months every year, plus holiday times? I don't think so! She will stay at Hogwarts with her parents, and that is final!" Minerva yelled back.
As the two continued to argue, Albus poured Poppy a cup of tea.
"Will those two ever agree on anything?" Poppy asked, hearing their shouts.
"I'm not sure that they will, best let them figure it out for themselves. I wouldn't want to be caught in the cross fire of two Scottish tempers." Albus said popping a lemon drop in his mouth.
"What do you think? About where the baby will go while the two of you are at school?" Poppy asked, curious as to what his opinion on the matter was.
"I would love for her to stay at the school personally, I'm sure she could stay with me while Minerva is teaching, and doing her other duties, and I'm sure some of the other staff would be happy to take her if either of us couldn't." Albus said truthfully.
Poppy was about to reply, when Isobel came rushing down the stairs.
"Albus! Poppy! Call the Healer, her water broke! The baby is coming!" Isobel informed them, many emotions in her voice, nervousness, excitement, worry.
Albus got up quickly and ran to their bedroom, Isobel closely behind him. Poppy went to the floo and fire called Healer Jenkins.
Healer Jenkins arrived and went straight up to where Minerva was, Poppy closely behind her. She opened the door to see Minerva's eyes closed, pain written all over her face, squeezing her husband's hand, and Isobel standing beside the bed.
Healer Jenkins sprung into action, casting spells to see how far along she was, about 4cm according to the spell, she had progressed incredibly fast. Jenkins pulled a chair up and pulled on some rubber gloves.
"Alright Minerva, let's have this baby!" She said, and Minerva groaned at the pain, quietly cursing her husband for doing this to her.