I'm terrified.
This is the biggest day of my life, and I don't know what I'm doing. I need her to help me. But she can't help me, she needs me there. But I don't know what I'm doing. How can I help her if I don't know what I'm doing?
I'm going mad. I'm so lost. I'm pacing outside of the door. She's in there, and she needs me in there with her. But I can't come in yet. She's having my baby, and I don't know what to do.
I can still remember the day she told me. It's as clearly as if it happened five minutes ago.
I'm sitting on the sofa, tired. I just came home, and I'm waiting for her to come home too. She said she was going out, but she wouldn't tell me where she was going. I'm worried. I can't help but think that something's wrong.
I hear sounds coming from outside. What's that? I'm so jumpy, I can't stay still. I get up and move to the window to look outside. The door opens.
She's home. I cross the room, take her in my arms, and kiss her. She responds, like she always does. I love her so much. But she gently pushes me away soon.
I look in her eyes. She looks a little worried, but mostly very happy. She takes my hand and leads me to the couch, and we sit down.
"I have something to tell you," she says.
Well, that much I could tell. "What is it?" I ask her.
"You're not going to believe this."
I shrug and answer, "I'm never going to know unless you don't tell me."
I'm beginning to feel a little apprehensive, but the feeling quickly leaves when I look at her glowing face. "What is it?" I repeat.
"Umm..." She stops. She's starting to look a little scared. I take her hand to reassure her.
"Spit it out. It can't be that bad."
"Well... you see, it's like this." She mumbles something that I don't catch. I take her in my arms and stroke her beautiful hair. "What is it?" I ask again.
"I'mpregnant," she says all in a rush.
I freeze. I did not just hear what I think I heard. "You're what?" I yelp.
She looks down, unmoving in the circle of my arms. "I'm pregnant. That's where I went today. I wanted to make sure I was, so I went to an apothecary and she gave me a potion and apparently I'm pregnant with a daughter." She looks up at me. "You're not mad, are you?"
I laugh so hard she jumps. "Mad? That's the best news I've ever heard!"
She smiles. She looks gorgeous when she smiles like that. I feel lucky to be her husband. I realize with a start I'm more than that now. I'm her child's father. I lean in and kiss her passionately. I've never loved her so much as I do right now.
"Sir?"
I jump, the voice intruding on my memories. I turn around. "What? There's nothing wrong, is there?"
The nurse smiles. "Not at all. You're the father to a lovely girl."
I smile so hard it feels like my face will burst. I jump up and run towards the door to the ward she's in but I suddenly stop. "Can I go in?"
"Yes, of course. Your wife is tired, but she's fine."
I don't even hear the rest of what she says, because I'm inside the room and next to her. I take hold of her hand. "How are you?" I ask her.
She smiles. She looks tired, but the happiest I've ever seen her. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
The midwife comes in, holding a tiny bundle wrapped in pink blankets. She gives our daughter to my wife. "She's a beautiful girl."
She looks at the tiny, red face. "She is, isn't she." It wasn't a question. I reach out, but stop. The baby looks so fragile, like she's break if I touch her.
She looks at me. "What will we name her?"
I shake my head. I'm still so lost in the wonder that is our child that I can't think straight. "You decide," I say.
"I've been thinking about Guia. How does that sound?"
"It's beautiful. Let's do it." I don't know what I'm saying. I'm still staring at out daughter. She's so small. But she's the most perfect thing there ever was.
My wife smiles at me. "Guia Weasley. I like it." She yawns. "I'm so tired."
I finally tear my eyes away from the baby- Guia- and look at her again. "Go to sleep. I love you, Hermione. I love you so much."
"I love you too, Ron." She closes her eyes and falls into a dream world.
Fin