Ch. 16
Hermione couldn't lie how much pain she was in. When she pushed out six dragon eggs. Each one was harder than the first. Each time she had pushed, she had thought her breath would be the last. But when the last of the six eggs had come. She had curled into herself. Hoping that not another one would come.
During that time, Tom could only help and make sure. That she would harm herself during the birthing process. Or even the eggs themselves. Hermione had finished making six matts. One for each of the eggs that she had pushed out.
She had wrapped each egg around one mat. Before placing them in a large nest looking bed. That Tom had made in one room. Ever since the last one had been pushed. Tom would stay in the nest room in his dragon form. Making sure that each egg had enough dragon heat. At least that was what he had told Hermione.
She was kind of glad. Ever since the pushing of each egg. She just wanted to be away from him. But still wanted to be close to her...children too. But was forced to rest, by the every large dragon form of her mate.
So for three days, Hermione was placed in bed rest. While Tom did everything for her and their children. He would go out and get food. Cook the food for her. Then feed her. While also providing heat and comfort for their six egg-ed children.
On the morning of the fourth day. Hermione pushed Tom out of the nesting area. Where she pulled all the eggs together. She managed to crawl herself to where she could provide her own body heat to the children within reach. She then felt a blanket that Tom had provided her and wrapped it around her and the six eggs. Before he left the cave to get more food.
