This is the 2nd chapter posted today, make sure you've read the one before it, "Where's My Baby?"

Characters: JK Story: Me They get to meet their son, they finally admit their feelings for each other and the baby gets a name.

He could see the fear in her eyes, and heard the gentle trembling of her voice. However, he was surprised, and glad, to see that same fear mirrored in Severus' eyes. He was glad to be able to give them good news. "The baby is fine; it's just in the nursery." He reached for the call button. "Can I get a nurse in Miss Granger's room please?"

A moment later a nurse appeared. "Bless you, you're awake. Let me get the doctor."

"I want to see my baby." Her voice was quiet but firm.

"Let's just have you checked out before we bring the baby in."

Severus stood up to his full height. Harry didn't think he'd ever looked so intimidating, even when he was a student. "Madame, you will bring our child to us this instant, or I promise you will regret it."

Suitably frightened she left the room and returned a moment later, pushing a small plastic cot in front of her. Harry stayed just long enough to see the tiny blue bundle lifted from the cot and placed in Hermione's arms. Without saying anything that might disturb the moment he quietly slipped from the room.

Hermione stared in wonder at the tiny form in her arms. There was no mistaking this baby for anyone other than Severus'. He had his nose, although a much cuter, infant form, as well as his hair. Gently she traced his tiny nose with her finger. "He's beautiful."

"Just like his mother." Any other time he would've cringed at the sappiness of those words, but today he knew they were true. The tiny baby opened his eyes at the sound of his voice and gazed up at them. Severus knew his life would never be the same again. He took the little hand in his and smiled when the tiny fingers grasped is single finger strongly.

"Would you like to hold him?"

Severus was torn. Actually at that moment he wanted nothing more than to do just that, but looking at the baby, so fragile, so small he was afraid. "No, I think, I think you're doing just fine."

"Severus."

"I might drop him." He held his hands out and backed away.

"Sit down," she patted the bed next to her. He came to her warily and sat down. "Now hold your arms like this." He copied her motions and before he could protest she was putting the baby in his arms. "There." She looked very pleased with herself.

Severus held the baby gently, finding it remarkable that he had not started screaming the moment he touched him. Gently he began to rock him back and forth until the tiny eyes closed again. "Remarkable."

"It most certainly is." She watched the two of them together. "I'm afraid I have to interrupt your reverie with more questions.

"You wouldn't be you if you didn't."

"How long have I been here?"

"I haven't seen you for two days. Harry found you this morning."

"Harry, not you?"

"I did not think to look for you in muggle hospitals. Actually," he hung his head in shame, "I didn't think to look for you at all, besides asking Harry where you were. I foolishly assumed that your parents had convinced you that you were better off without me, a truth I had already tried to impart to you, and you had agreed. I know I'm not good enough for you, that I don't deserve you. When Harry said you might be, you might be, be dying, I knew that letting you go was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I can't live without you. I need you more than I need air to breath. Hermione…I…I love you."

She stared at him for moment. He said it, he actually said it. The three little words that meant so much, words that only confirmed what she already knew in her heart. Her own heart was so full of emotion she was unable to speak; instead she just smiled through the tears that ran down her cheeks.

He wanted to wrap his arms around her but the slumbering infant was quite good at preventing that. "I should've told you, every moment that I was with you, but I was foolish and proud and, and scared. I was so scared that any day I'd wake up and you'd be gone and this would've all been a beautiful dream."

"We have to name him still." Her mind was still processing everything he'd told her, so she skipped ahead to an easier subject.

"Whatever you think is appropriate." He wasn't listening to her; he was too distracted by the miracle in his arms. He rocked it gently trying not to notices that she hadn't returned his declaration of love.

Hermione smiled mischievously, "Severus Jr. it is then." When even that didn't get his attention she tried a different approach. "Or, perhaps Harry, I always thought I might name a child after him."

Severus' head shot up, "Under no circumstances will a child of mine be named after…" his voice trailed off when he saw the look of humor in her eyes. "As much as I have to thank Harry for, I don't want to name my first born son after him. Or myself for that matter."

"So we can name our next son after Harry then?" She laughed at the look on his face.

"Merlin's beard woman, we haven't even finished naming the first one and you're planning for the next?" He was more pleased than he could say about her desire to have more than one child with him.

"If I can't name him after Harry and I can't call him Severus, then perhaps you have something in mind. I really would like to name him after you in some fashion, maybe your middle name?"

"Tobias?" He looked at the sleeping child in his arms. "It fits him, perhaps Tobias Percival Granger?"

"You want to name him after Dumbledore?"

"I think that would be fitting."

"You did get one thing wrong though."

"And what's that?"

"His last name. His name should be Tobias Percival Snape."

"Ah, but we're not married my dear."

"But we could be." She couldn't believe she was being so daring.

"Are you saying you want to marry me?" He couldn't believe her.

"Only on one condition." She waited for him to arch an eyebrow at her. "You can never doubt how much I love you again." She bent forward and kissed him lightly.

"Never," he sealed his lips to her, reaching with one hand to bring her closer, ever mindful of the baby in his arms.

"Oi you two, try and wait 'til this one's out of nappies before you make another one!"

"Mr. Weasley, hasn't anyone ever told you it's impolite to enter a room before knocking."

"Course they have. Look Harry gave us the good news and while mom's furious that she wasn't told she asked me to remind you that your child has to be recorded within three days of birth in the wizarding world for it to be a citizen. That means of course that you'll have to get to St. Mungo's soon."

"What do you want to do now?"

Hermione smiled at him, "I guess we're going to St. Mungo's."