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The Girl Amongst The Wolves

Chapter 27

Fenrir stood up, immediately stepping into action. "You men, take Charles out of here and into the forest. Cami, Hermione; we'll take Lauren to the birthing room." As he said all this, he made his way over to the panting woman, gently touching her stomach. "Are you alright? Do you think you can make it there?" She whimpered but nodded, bracing herself against Cami and Hermione, who was paler than her friend. "Alright everyone, let's deliver this cub."

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The birthing room was basically a room next to the Medical room. It was decorated a pale blue with white furniture. There was a pair of large windows to let the light in, though the room illuminated itself automatically when the door opened and they stepped in. How, Hermione didn't quite know as she couldn't see any visible candles or chandeliers. There was a padded birthing chair with stirrups and armrests against a wall and a double bed in the corner. Pressed against another wall was a cabinet with drawers and doors.

"Okay, you two help Lauren get changed and into the chair, I'll get the equipment ready."

It only took the two of them a few minutes to prepare Lauren for the birth, stripping her down and helping her into a hospital gown and then walking her slowly to the chair, aiding her to get into it and then position herself comfortably. All the while, Fenrir was rifling through cabinet, pulling out pieces of surgical equipment that Hermione had never known existed. She guessed they were going to do this the Muggle way.

"Hermione?" Cami called her name, drawing her attention away from Fenrir. "We need to change too."

They quickly covered their clothes with blue hospital robes and tied their hair back. Hermione helped remove Lauren's jewellery and put them in a little bag as Cami gently tied Lauren's hair into a ponytail, cooing at her whilst she did so. Hermione turned back to Fenrir, who was pulling on his own blue gown and gloves. Hermione and Fenrir looked at each other before he smiled at her, silently telling her that he knew she could do this. Nodding to herself more than him, she washed her hands with Cami.

Fenrir seated himself on a stool between Lauren's legs and examined her. "Good girl, Lauren, you're nearly ready to start pushing."

Hermione blinked. "What? Already? We only just got here!"

"Werewolf births are very quick. Nature's way of sparing the mother." Fenrir explained. "Most cubs are born usually within the hour or so. The longest we've ever had on record was a little over four hours, and that was unheard of."

"Who was that?"

Cami cleared her throat with a smile. "This little lump wasn't ready." She smiled fondly at her daughter, who was panting and gasping as a contraction started. "Well, I say 'little' but when she was born, she was actually one of the heaviest cubs the Pack has had in the last-"

"Okay, mum, whenever you want to stop swapping baby stories would be nice, I'm about to start pushing!" Lauren growled, screaming as another contraction started.

"Alright, dear." Cami smiled at Hermione as they both took their places at Lauren's side, a damp cloth and towels at the ready.

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"Alright, Lauren, keep going!" Fenrir encouraged. Said woman screamed loudly, panting as she pushed with her might. "Okay, breathe now and get ready to push again."

Lauren groaned tiredly. "No, I don't want to push anymore!"

"Lauren, you know you have to." Fenrir scolded with a smile. "Okay, again. Push!"

She sighed and braced herself whilst squeezing Hermione's hand, pushing with all her might, screaming to the heavens as she brought her child into the world.

"Okay, they're here!" Fenrir announced with a smile over the loud cries of the baby. "She's here, Lauren. She's here, safe and sound."

"She's a she?" Lauren panted as Cami dabbed her brow and kissed her cheeks.

Hermione moved round to Fenrir who laid the baby on a padded table next to him and began wiping her down as she squirmed and whimpered. She squinted and turned her head, trying to look past the mess that she was coated in. "She looks weird." She smiled down at the infant, who turned her head to the older woman as she heard her voice.

"Weird? W-What do you mean, 'weird'?" Lauren lifted herself up a little, concerned.

Hermione realised her mistake and began stuttering an apology. "No, no! I don't mean that she's odd or unusual, I just mean-"

"Mate? Just give Lauren her child." Fenrir advised, handing her the baby, now wrapped in a pink blanket.

She was a little awkward at first but soon adjusted the tiny gurgling bundle in her arms. She looked down at her for a minute before Cami cleared her throat and smiled at her. "Oh right!" Carefully walking over to the new mother, gently handing her the child, watching as her friend immediately clutched the new-born to her chest and looked down at her pink face.

"Hello, Marta."

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"You sure you're going to be alright?" Hermione was kneeling next to Lauren as the new mother bathed her baby for the first time, washing the goo from the birth off of her. Gently holding the back of her neck, she used her other hand to scoop the water over her tiny body, minding her face.

After Lauren had held her baby for the first time, Fenrir had made her hand her over to Cami as he helped heal her. Surprisingly, all it took was a Blood Replenishing potion and gently applying Murtlap Essence onto her crotch. That had only been an hour ago and Lauren was already standing and walking – albeit gingerly. For now, Cami was helping Fenrir finish cleaning up whilst Hermione and Lauren bathed Marta.

"Hermione, we'll be fine." Lauren smiled tiredly. "He won't hurt us."

"I don't think he would but what if he gets a little too excited?"

"He won't. Werewolves have been breeding for millennia, he'll be 'excited' for a few moments but when he sees her, he'll calm down and get protective." Lauren explained gently, all the while looking lovingly at her firstborn. Hermione looked at her disbelievingly. "He will. We'll be fine. Don't worry. Plus if he does – which he won't – then my mothering instincts will kick in and I'll rip his throat out before I let him touch her. Won't I?" She cooed at Marta. "Yes, I will, because mummy loves you that much, you little lump." She smiled, tears forming in her eyes as she gazed at her baby. "I can't believe how much I love her. I mean, she's only been here an hour and I would do anything for her."

"That's motherhood, dear." Cami said from across the room with a smile. She finished putting away the towels which had been cleaned, dried, ironed and folded into the dresser and closed the drawer. "Well, I think that's everything, Alpha."

"Yes, seems to be. Hermione." He called, standing by the door. Sighing reluctantly, she kissed Lauren on the cheek, blew a kiss at Marta and stood up. Walking over to Fenrir, they extended their hands to each other and embraced lightly. "Remember, Lauren, the draught is here."

"Thank you, Alpha."

Hermione frowned in confusion. "Draught?"

"Removes all smells from the room."

Hermione blinked. "What's that for?"

"Charles will be rather anxious coming in here for the first time. If he picks up our scent, he will react very badly and possibly become dangerous. So, a few generations back, we developed the draught to remove all the smells in the room. So when Charles enters, the only things he will smell are his Mate and child. It will help soothe him. Now we really must leave; the men can't keep Charles at bay for much longer. Lauren, use the draught as soon as we leave. That'll give it a few minutes to work. And don't worry about Marta; the draught won't hurt her at all, it's perfectly safe to breathe in."

"Thank you, Alpha." She said again, only glancing up at him before turning back to her baby.

Fenrir wiggled Hermione's hand. "Come, my love, it's time we left." He gently pulled her from the room, Cami following behind them, closing the door behind them. She walked left whilst they walked right. "So, how was that, darling?"

"Well…It was intense. Definitely intense. I'm not sure my hand will recover from letting her squeeze it so much." Fenrir chuckled quietly to himself. "But apart from the screaming and the crying and the yelling and…" She went slightly pale and closed her eyes tightly, "And the dilating…Oh, Merlin, the dilating…" Fenrir chuckled again, squeezing her hand comfortingly. "But apart from all that…She got a baby." She stopped walking, making him stop too. She looked at him closely. "Through all that pain, she got a baby."

Fenrir shuffled awkwardly, having a bad feeling about where the conversation was going, not wanting to get into another 'baby' argument. "Hermione, where's this going?"

She took his other hand and held them both firmly. "I think I'm nearly ready." He frowned in confusion. "I think I'm nearly ready to have a baby with you."

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A/N: I've found the PERFECT picture for Fenrir :) It's now my profile avatar :D It came from Kings of Leon's video for Sex on Fire and I was captivated :D Girls, you'll see why! :P But it'll take 24 hours to update. Check tomorrow :)