Day ten; breath
Ron sat impatiently, waiting for his new born baby girl to be... well born.
"Mr. Weasley?" a healer asked him. He nodded because he was so panicked, he couldn't speak. "Come with me" she said, leading the way down a long series of hallways. She led him to a door. "Go right in" she said sweetly smiling at him in a comforting way.
"Hermione?" he asked, poking his head into the room. Inside was a group of healers surrounding a frantic Hermione.
"Ron!" she yelled, holding out her hand to him "Ron I`m so glad you're here."
"Hermione, it`s ok" he said, taking his wife`s hand "just breath."
"What?" Hermione asked "where did you learn that?"
"Oh" Ron blushed "well the summer after first year I insisted dad let me watch muggle TV so I could understand you better."
"Oh Ron," Hermione said affectionately. Then a thought crosses her mind. "Wait, Ron what shows did you watch?" Ron had a guilty look on his face that could only leave Hermione wondering.