It was about a week after Oliver left for Hogwarts for the term. Natasha was catching a cat nap until she felt the onset of labor. Her water broke and her painful contractions began. She wasn't positive if she could reach St. Mungo's while in so much pain and she was home alone. She already felt the need to start pushing if no one came she would have to deliver her own son. Thankfully, a few minutes later her brother arrived.

"Hey, Ash."

She groaned in pain as she laid down on the couch.

"You all right?"

"I'm not, I'm in labor for the third time," she said spreading her legs.

His blue eyes widened. "Why aren't you on your way to St. Mungo's then?"

"I'm not sure I can make it. I feel like I need to push already," she whimpered through a contraction.

"How far apart are the contractions?"

"Every five minutes or so."

"I'll send a Patronus to Randy, he's a mid-healer," he said referring to his boyfriend.

"Hurry, Mi, I don't want to deliver my own son," she said.

Milo sent a Patronus and impatiently waited for him to arrive. A few minutes later, he arrived all dressed in mid-healer garb.

"How far apart are the contractions now, Natasha?" he asked.

"Still every five minutes."

Randy nodded as he examined her. "You're about 6 1/2 centimeters dilated already. Wasn't your last labor quite long?"

"Yes, I gave birth to my daughter Megan after almost 12 hours."

Randy nodded and got into position to deliver the child.

"Milo, coach her through the rest of her labor," Randy instructed.

Milo nodded and held his sister's hand.

"Ugh, this hurts. I'm never letting Oliver touch me again," Natasha cursed her husband.

"We both know that won't happen, Ash. You two can't keep your hands off each other case and point this is your second child in two years," Milo laughed.

"We're staying celibate for the next three maybe four years, I need a break," Natasha said through a rough contraction.

A few hours later, it was time to push.

"Give me a big push," Randy instructed.

Natasha pushed and leaned back in pain.

"He's already crowning. Just a few more pushes," Randy instructed.

Natasha gave a few more pushes and she heard a cry.

"You have a beautiful baby boy."

"Thank you for this Randy," Natasha thanked her brother's boyfriend.

"No problem."

Milo looked up at his boyfriend. "I really owe you for this, Randy."

"I expect a proposal," he teased.

Natasha said. "Ollie and I were tossing around names but we haven't decided on one but I think Joseph Randall Wood has a nice ring to it."

"You're really going to name your son after me?" Randy asked.

Natasha smiled. "Of course, you helped me in a tough situation."

He blushed. Milo went to go contact his parents who were taking care of Megan and Oliver's family.

The minute Milo and Natasha's parents arrived they rushed to Natasha's side.

"Hi mum, hi dad, meet your grandson Joseph Randall," Natasha smiled at her son in her arms.

Her two-year-old daughter looked over at her bundle.

"Meggy, this is your baby brother Joey."

"It looks like your labor was quite quick compared to Megan."

Randy said. "Yes, her labor was about 8 hours. Four hours shorter than her second."

Oliver arrived.

"Hey love," he greeted kissing her cheek.

"Hey, Ollie, meet our son Joseph Randall," Natasha smiled at the blue bundle in her arms.

"So, you finally decided on a name?" Oliver asked.

"Well, Randall is after Randy since he helped me deliver our son because I wasn't positive that I would make it to St. Mungo's in time to give birth since I already felt the need to push."

Oliver glanced at Randall. "Thanks for that, mate."

"No problem."