It was six weeks later, Natasha was excited to meet her daughter. She was home with her mum when she started having contractions.
"You okay, dear?"
"I'm positive I'm in labor, mum," she explained calmly.
MaryAnne hopped into action and summoned her daughter's duffel bag before apparating to St. Mungo's. She signed her daughter in and Natasha was escorted to a room. MaryAnne contacted the rest of her family, Amanda, Oliver and his family.
"How long has Natty been in labor?" Oliver asked urgently striding into the hospital.
"About two hours now, but Butler women are notoriously known to have long labors and deliver before their projected due date."
"Yeah, she told me that. That explains why she's a week early, she wasn't due until the 7th."
MaryAnne nodded as the healer walked towards them.
"I assume you're Oliver?"
"Yes, I'm the proud father and fiancé," Oliver grinned.
"Your fiancée is asking for you."
Oliver nodded and followed the healer.
"You're never touching me again, Oliver!" Natasha yelled in pain.
"I know that's just the pain talking because we can't keep our hands off each other."
"It was worth a shot."
Oliver smiled, took her hand and began coaching her through labor although she had been through labor before.
After 12 hours of labor and threats to Oliver's manhood, Natasha was holding a healthy baby girl.
"I'm going to go tell everyone," Oliver said kissing her sweaty forehead.
She nodded sleepily as Oliver left the room. He couldn't believe he had a daughter. He reached the waiting room to see MaryAnne was the only one who was awake.
"Hello dear," she smiled.
"Our daughter is here," Oliver grinned.
MaryAnne shook Silas awake to tell him the news. For now, Silas and MaryAnn were the only ones who were present. Oliver led his future in-laws to their daughter's room.
"'Hey, mum and dad," Natasha smiled.
"So, this is our granddaughter?" MaryAnn asked tearfully.
"Yes, she is."
"What's her name?"
"That's a secret until everyone else gets here," Natasha smiled.
By noon that day, the room was filled with the Wood family, Milo and Amanda.
"So, what's her name?"
"Megan Kate Wood," Natasha smiled handing her fiancé their newborn daughter.
"She's wrapped around your finger already, isn't she?" Craig asked his son.
Oliver smiled. "Yes, she is."
"Who are godparents?"
"Milo and Amanda," Natasha said.
Her brother and best friend smiled at her.
A few hours, it was time for them to leave. Natasha was getting her daughter ready.
"You're already wrapped around my little finger, little one," she cooed as she chose a onesie for her daughter to wear. She was deciding between a scarlet red one, a yellow one and one covered with hoops.
"Almost finished dressing our daughter?"
She turned to her fiancé . "Which one do you think I should put on our daughter?"
"I don't think she cares, love," Oliver chuckled.
She held out the options.
"It's a hard choice between the one with hoops and the scarlet one," he said.
"I guess it's the one with the hoops," Natasha said.
"Good choice."
She walked over and got their daughter dressed.
"Are you leaving back to Hogwarts?" she asked.
Oliver sighed. "I am but I kind of feel guilty for leaving you and our newborn daughter."
"Ollie, I'll be fine. My mum and Amanda will help."
"Okay. I'll see you in eight weeks or so."
She nodded as Oliver leaned into kiss her.
"Okay, keep in your pants you two. My sister just gave birth," Milo laughed leaning on the door frame.
Oliver deepened the kiss a little but Megan cooed.
"See even my niece and goddaughter agrees," Milo chuckled again and walking in to take his niece from his sister.
"I'll see you later, Natty," Oliver said pulling away.
"Bye."
Oliver left the hospital and apparated back to Hogwarts. Meanwhile, Natasha went home and got settled in with her daughter.