A/N: Chapter 2 of Oh, Baby! Will Ron make it to Hermione in time?

Labor?

"Harry!" Ron screamed as his friend's face disappeared. There had been a scream in the background, had that been Hermione? Why was she screaming? What was going on?

He scrambled to his feet, rushing towards his closet and flinging out his trunk. All of his robes and clothes flew out after it, landed quite messily in or around it. There was no way he could stay any longer in Bulgaria, he need to get home, and he needed to do it now, not caring if this cost him his career.

The task at hand was to get three players from the Bulgarian National Quidditch team to join an All-Star game for a charity in the name of the victims of Voldemort's war. It didn't sound like a hard task to those that weren't in the know, but Bulgaria had been a primes source for Death Eaters and followers, and even if they hadn't literally participated, many of the people agreed with Voldemort's plans. Famous Quidditch stars included.

Except one, of course, and that was who Ron was to meet with against his will. He had accepted the job with a smile full of clenched teeth, but he was set to do it, he had been on having lunch with Viktor Krum.

But now, now he had to get home as fast as he could to his wife. Ron couldn't imagine how she was dealing, she had been quite nervous through the whole pregnancy and his heart stung at the thought of her going through it without him. As he managed to summon all of his random objects from around the room into his trunk, Ron silently vowed to never leave Hermione alone for longer than a night. He rummaged through his trunk, trying to find his passport so he could put it in his wallet for easy access like Hermione had suggested.

"Vat is the problem?"

Ron's shoulders scrunched high and his fingers curled, teeth biting down hard on each other. Slowly the redhead turned around and faced the man that had driven him absolutely insane for much too long.

Krum looked almost exactly like Ron had remembered him, except he wasn't as tall as he had seemed to be. Ron was now well over six feet, easily towering over the former Triwizard Champion.

"Hello Viktor," Ron managed, shutting his trunk closed with a flick of his wand, and heading over to his dresser in search of his passport. "I'm so glad you can make it, but I can't stay—I'm sorry: I have to go home."

He looked a little surprised at the comment, but Krum's eyes narrowed in interest as Ron continued to search for his passport, kneeling on the ground to look under the bed.

"Ees eet Herm-own-ninny?"

Ron paused and shut his lips as tightly as he could. He wanted to laugh, he wanted to laugh a lot, but if he wanted a chance at getting Krum to work with him at some point, he couldn't.

Taking a breath, Ron poked his head out from under the bed and nodded slowly, "Yes, she's going into labor, I have to go home."

The statement seemed to shock Krum and he showed more emotion than Ron had ever seen on the Bulgarian's face. "How are you getting home?"

Ron threw his hands up in the air, shaking his head frantically.

"I have no bloody idea, seeing as my passport has gone missing and my scheduled Apparition date isn't until the twenty-fourth! Do you know how long it's going to take to get it changed? I have to get home! NOW!"

The redhead hadn't realized the state of mind he was in until that very moment. His body was shaking terribly and with an aggravated grunt he fell to the bed, his head in his hands. Hermione was alone, she was doing this without him and there was absolutely no way he could get there in time! He was going to miss it; he was going to miss it…

"I could get you through."

Krum's voice broke through the silence Ron's eruption had created. Slowly, and almost dramatically, the man brought his head up and stared at the Quidditch player as if he held the answer to all of life's questions.

"What?"

"I could get you home," Krum said, grinning. "Unless of course you vish to vait…"

"No!" Ron exclaimed, jumping up and away from the bed. "H-how? I mean; getting through Customs is such a bloody pain in the arse!"

"Ven you are as famous as I am, you have vays to get around such things—plus I own this hotel," Krum added with a laugh, and for the first time in many years, Ron's face didn't flush in embarrassment or jealousy; he was far too busy thinking of his wife than how successful Krum was.

"All right, yes! How soon can we leave—oh damn, my passport! I can't find it!" he growled, falling to his knees to check under the side table by the bed. "I won't be able to go anywhere without it!"

"Summon it?" Krum suggested, leaning against the doorframe. Ron's eyes lit up and he quickly 'Accio'd' his passport, with little luck.

"I just had it, and I have no idea where I put it!" the redhead groaned, grabbing his hair. "She's going to kill me!"

"Let me try," Krum said slowly, looking as if he had an idea. Ron stopped himself from rolling his eyes and watched as Krum summoned his passport. Immediately, Ron felt a tugging in the back pocket of his jeans, and suddenly his wallet burst out of the pocket it was in and through his robes, right into Krum's hand.

"What in the world…" Ron muttered, rushing over to Krum. With a grin, the Quidditch star opened his wallet, revealing, yes, Ron's passport. The redhead blushed a furious shade of red, but when Krum released a laugh, he chuckled right along with him.

"Hermione would be proud, I actually did what she recommended," Ron noted, patching up his pocket and then sticking the wallet back in, "except I couldn't remember that I did…"

"How about vee Floo to the Apparition station and vee can be there in less then thirty minutes?" Krum suggested as they levitated all of Ron's trunks out of the room. The redhead looked on in amusement, surprised that Krum seemed to be just as eager to see Hermione as he was.

"We?" Ron asked as they made their way into the elevator, Krum pushing the 'Ground Floor' button. He turned to Ron, smiling,

"Herm-own-ninny ees one of my greatest friends," he began to explain, rocking on the balls of his feet to the elevator music. "Vee have been pen pals for years now—I vas disappointed vhen I found out I voodn't be able to be there for the birth of her child…so…ees eet okay eef I come?"

Ron thought for a moment, nodding his head in agreement. This was so strange; he had been dreaded the meeting with Krum since he had first found out his task. Of all the things he had imagined, this was definitely the last—Krum wasn't crazy in love with Hermione, he was a good friend that cared about her, like Harry. He was someone that could be trusted and wanted to be trusted.

"I bet she'll be happy that you're there," Ron said, grinning. Krum sent a real smile and nodded, stepping out as the elevator doors opened. They got the trunks out into the lobby without much trouble (people had noticed Krum and asked for his autograph while Ron checked out), and soon they were Flooing their way to the Apparition station.

Ron stood back as Krum made his way through the crowd, finding a worker or usher, whatever they called them. The man's face lit up with excitement as the Quidditch star approached him, and immediately began leading Krum towards the back. Krum waved for Ron to follow over his shoulder, and soon the two were signing papers and showing off passports to get their traveling schedule.

"We just cut in front of a million people," Ron said under his breath, though the smile on his face was proving that he didn't really mind if he was being cursed. Krum laughed and signed the last paper he needed to sign.

"Yes, vell, we have a very important mission to accomplish."

The two shared a grin, and with two loud cracks they were on their way to the first checkpoint. They had four in total, and by the time they both reached the London Apparition station, the men were both incredibly tired.

"I've never Apparated so much in so little time, I need to sit down," Ron moaned, holding his head.

"Do you know vere she ees?" Krum asked, conjuring a cup of water for both of them. Ron nodded, but put up a finger as he took his first sip of water.

"She's staying with Harry and my sister, so we need to go to my house to get there—"

"Harry Potter?" Krum inquired, as they stood to head for the nearest Flooing Station. When Ron nodded, the Bulgarian nodded as if impressed, "He married your sister? That's really nice."

Ron sent him an odd look, questioning his statement. Krum shrugged casually, plopping some sickles into the booth to get into the Flooing Station.

"It's one big happy Veasley family, no?" he said, turning back to Ron. With a loud laugh, the redhead agreed and the two found an open fireplace, ready to head off.

"Here's the plan," Ron began, ticking off things with his finger. "I need you to go to my parents' house and send them to Harry's—they'll tell you where to go. I have to go back to my house to get Hermione's parents and some things, and then we'll all meet up. Sounds good?" When Krum nodded, Ron stepped into the fireplace and exclaimed, "You're going to 'The Burrow' all right?"

"The Burrow," Krum repeated. Ron nodded, and stuck out his hand to shake his traveling partner's. The two men shook vigorously, and Ron was extremely glad that he didn't have to go through this trip alone.

"See you at Harry's," Ron said before Krum disappeared in a whirl of green smoke. Taking a breath, the redhead picked up a pile of powder and through it down into the fireplace, "Weasley Warren!"

In a flash he was spinning, his eyes shut because he had never liked traveling by Floo Powder. He wouldn't admit it to his family, but Ron rather enjoyed driving the car he and Hermione owned.

He landed almost gracefully into the library of his house, and startled Hermione's parents, who were house sitting until Baby was born.

"Ron!" Dr. Paige Granger exclaimed, dropping her book in surprise. She had the same curly brown hair as Hermione, and Ron grinned as she sent him the same scolding look Hermione does. "You scared me half to death!"

"What happened to Christmas?" Dr. Anthony Granger asked, putting down his cup of tea on a nearby table. He didn't seem as shocked as his wife, but he was still intrigued by his son-in-law's sudden appearance.

"Change of plans," Ron explained, rushing out of the living room and up the stairs; he heard his in-laws following, "Hermione's gone into labor; we need to get to Harry's," he called over his shoulder and down the stairwell.

"Oh my!" he heard Paige shriek. "She's giving birth now?"

Ron rummaged through the back of his bedroom's closet before he found what he had been looking for, and rushed out and down the stairs. Hermione's parents waited at the foot of the steps, looking anxious.

"Accio keys!" he yelled, flinging his wand out with expertise. There was a quick jingle and from somewhere inside his house, Ron's keys soared to him, landing in his hands. "C'mon, we have to get to Harry's, and there's no way I'm teaching you how to Floo today!" He was immensely grateful that his friend and sister only lived fifteen minutes away by car.

"Well, isn't this exciting!" Anthony laughed, tossing his wife his jacket. "Hermione was exactly on time!"

"You know how we magic folk are," Ron explained, getting in to the passenger seat and buckling his seat belt, "always making a ruckus!"

"Not with my grandchild, you're not!" Paige yelled, gripping onto the seat as Ron quickly backed out of the driveway and sped down the road to his wife. 

Harry Potter had gone through many things in his life, from dragons to trolls, to evil overlords that threaten to destroy the world, as he knows it. But nothing, nothing could have prepared him for what he was faced against now, as he ran up the stairs of his house at top speed. If something happened to Hermione, if something went wrong with her pregnancy, there would be no way Harry could lead a normal life---how could he when his two best friends were going through so much pain?

He burst into the guest room, wand at the ready and heart racing. His wife and Hermione shrieked at his abrupt entrance, then stared at him as if he had horns and purple spots all over his face. It took Harry a moment to realize that nothing was wrong.

"Harry?" Ginny asked slowly, leaving Hermione's side to carefully make her way to her husband. "What's wrong?"

"Who screamed?" he asked, his eyes darting around the room. Ginny's face flushed and she meekly raised her hand. Harry's jaw dropped and he let his hands fall to his side. "Why?"

"Er…" the redhead started, turning back to Hermione who was also sending a weak smile. "Be…cause?"

Harry let out a loud groan and fell back to the wall, slumping down to the ground. He'd never get used to living with women, always screaming and shrieking whenever anything happened, even if it was something good.

"Nothing's wrong, don't be so worried!" Hermione said, holding her stomach. "Ginny was just…a little excited."

"It's not that," Harry moaned, putting his face in his hands, "I lost contact with Ron, last thing he must've heard was the scream—he's probably gone beserk!"

At that, Hermione let out a cry and burst into tears. Harry groaned again, knowing he should've been slightly more sensitive about relating the news. Ginny paled and rushed out of the room, probably heading towards the fire to try and see if Ron was still available. Harry pushed himself up and went over to Hermione, taking her hand and trying to soothe her,

"Don't worry," he started, though it didn't seem to help at all, "he knows you're in labor, he'll be here as fast as he can."

"But he's probably so worried!" she cried, wiping her face with her free hand. "I'm so stupid, Harry! Why was I so set on having everything perfect?"

"Because you're you, and you're not stupid! You're just a first time mother, that's all," Harry laughed as she blushed. "Everything's going to be fine, okay?"

"Okay," Hermione sniffled, and then her face contorted as she had another contraction. Harry was glad he was there to help her through it, but then he fingers started to crush his hand, and he suddenly didn't want to be there.

"OW!" both Harry and Hermione yelled. They heard a 'thud' downstairs and then what sounded like a bowling alley rush up the stairs. It was Ginny who burst into the room now, holding the back of her head. She looked on in shock and then amusement.

"Quite a grip she has," she laughed, coming over as Harry pried himself away from Hermione.

"That hurt a lot more than the others, Ginny," Hermione managed, breathing heavily. "I thought this wasn't supposed to happen for a while! This is so much earlier than the average!"

"How often had Baby been kicking this morning?" Ginny asked calmly.

"About every ten to twenty minutes," Hermione answered, looking confused. "Why, what's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing—just that I'm thinking those 'kicks'…er…were really minor contractions," Ginny said with a frown, making Hermione groan. "You've probably been in labor all morning, which is why it's getting more intense 'faster'. Let's get you on the bed." She and Harry helped Hermione stand up from the chair and it took a bit of effort to get her onto the bed.

"This is not going how I planned," Hermione moaned again, covering her face as Ginny took of her friend's socks and shoes.

"We've noticed, Hermione," Harry muttered, rubbing his hand. "St. Mungo's is sending an ambulance, so we do have help on the way."

"Good," said Ginny, who took a seat in the rocking chair. "We really can't do anything until it's time for her to start pushing. I'm not qualified to put on all the charms, so…she's going to have to go natural."

"You mean without pain killers?" Hermione asked, her eyes growing wide. Ginny nodded slowly and frowned when Hermione dropped her head back in dismay.

"I thought you were going to do it naturally anyway!" the redhead exclaimed, turning to Harry with an annoyed look in her eyes.

"I was!" Hermione cried, sitting back up, "But now that I can't have it, I want it!"

Harry sat on the end of the bed, patting Hermione's foot sympathetically, "You'll be fine; you've gone through worse stuff, right?"

She nodded and released a dramatic sigh. Ginny rolled her eyes and got up, stretching.

"I'm going to go make us some drinks and look up some things in my books, will you be okay?" she asked Hermione, who nodded slightly. Ginny sent a soft smile towards her husband and then left the room.

Hermione sniffled and Harry turned to her with a smile. He knew she was more scared than she was letting on, but he also knew that she would absolutely refuse to tell him so. Harry got up from the bed and went to sit next to Hermione, his back against the headboard. She instinctively leaned her head into his shoulder, like she had so many times before. The two relaxed, knowing that they were there for each other, like they always had been.

He held her hand while she went through a few more contractions, each one getting longer and within a shorter amount of time. Harry knew his hand would be bruised in a few hours, but he didn't dwell on it. Hermione was growing more and more worried as the time passed, but she remained silent, keeping her hand in Harry's.

It wasn't until a crash in the kitchen made them jump that Harry let go of his friend.

"What on Earth?" Hermione muttered, though she made no effort to move. She was sweaty and looked exhausted; she was dreading the next part. Harry put a hand out and made his way out of the room and down the stairs. He heard voices, very familiar voices.

"She's upstairs? How is she? Oh my, what a start this one gave us!"

"Molly?" Harry called from up the stairs, and to his immense relief, Ginny and Molly Weasley appeared at the bottom of the steps along with… "Krum?"

"His name's Viktor, darling," Molly Weasley said as she headed up the stairs. Ginny shrugged, following her mother up the stairs and past Harry. Krum waved softly and joined Harry, putting out his hand.

"I vas vith Ron vhen you told him the news—I got him through Customs and home."

Harry's eyes lit up and he looked past the Quidditch star for his redheaded best friend. When he didn't appear, Harry looked back at Krum in confusion.

"He vent to get Herm-own-ninny's parents," Krum explained. Harry bit his tongue to stop a laugh that was ready to escape, and nodded. A loud moan was heard from the upstairs and Harry cringed.

"I've got to get back to her," he said to Krum, who nodded. Harry turned and made his way into the room at record speed. Hermione was breathing heavily and when she saw him she reached out for him, looking terrified. Harry immediately grabbed hold of her hands while Mrs. Weasley performed some soothing charms on the pain-stricken woman.

"It's a good thing Viktor got here when he did," Molly said, producing some flowers in a nearby vase to make the area more comfortable, "we had just gotten home from Charlie's—Arthur is actually watching the children as we speak."

Harry immediately felt sorry for his father-in-law. Charlie's four children, Michelangelo "Mike", 9; Jason, 8; Cassiopeia "Cassie", 6; and Kaida, 3, were very loud and rambunctious—it helped that their father tamed dragons and their mother was a very eccentric Metamorphmagus.

But, he was glad that The Burrow and Ron and Hermione's house were the only two Floo connections that could get directly to Godric's Hollow—Ron would be here at any moment.

"Viktor?" Hermione asked, her eyes wide. At that moment Krum entered, smiling weakly. He sent a small wave and Hermione released few tears from her eyes. "Is everyone but Ron, going to be here?"

"Ron's on his way," Harry said, grinning. Hermione's eyes grew wide and let some more tears fall down her cheeks. "He went to get your parents."

"Oh, how thoughtful of him!" she exclaimed, wiping at her face. "He stayed calm, that's so great! Oh, I knew there was a reason I married that man!"

Harry laughed, but then yelped as Hermione had another contraction, squeezing and quite possibly breaking one or more of his fingers. A long and agonizing scream escaped her lips, and something told Harry that this was different from all the other contractions.

"I need to push!" Hermione screamed; twisting Harry's wrist and making him fall to one knee. He wanted to scream but he wouldn't dare in front of Viktor Krum. Ginny jumped up and into action, sending some spells towards Hermione. Her eyes widen and face paled. She looked at Harry with a terrified glance, and took a big gulp of air.

"Yeah, she's ready," Ginny croaked. Molly Weasley clapped in excitement. Krum paled and backed out of the room, making Harry feel slightly smug. Ginny went on and made some contraption that Hermione could put her feet on, and took a few shaky breaths. "Er—Mum, could you conjure some blankets and basinets?"

"Of course," her mother said without hesitation, and she immediately produced quite a few blankets and basinets—Harry guessed to be on the safe side. Ginny took residence at the foot of the bed, breathing in deeply. She performed some charms on her hands that made them glow white for a moment, and then she did the same to her mouth.

"Stand still, Harry," she said as she pointed her wand at him, and soon his hands and mouth were glowing white. "Mum?" Molly stood forward and glowed white. Harry figured that it was some sanitary charm. Ginny shut her eyes for a second after she finished with all the charms, and then opened them with a new sense of determination on her face. Harry reckoned he rather liked that look.

"Okay Hermione, you're fully dilated—oh Merlin, she's fully dilated!" the redhead put her hands to her mouth, looking absolutely terrified.

"GINNY!" Hermione shrieked, crushing Harry's hand. "Do NOT panic on me!"

"Me either, ow!" Harry yelped. Ginny sent a look his way, and with a deep breath she got into position.

"All right Hermione, on three we're going to push—ok?"

"What about my breathing?" Ginny released a frustrated growl and waved her hand in a frantic manner,

"Harry, breath with her!"

He looked at his wife with a face full of confusion. Molly sighed impatiently and joined Hermione by Harry, "Dear, let's breath…"

Harry should have known that his mother-in-law was an expert on such things, having produced seven children. He watched as she somewhat calmed Hermione with the odd breathing methods, and it was then that Ginny gave another signal for the woman to start pushing.

While Hermione screamed, Harry shut his eyes tightly, not wanting to witness it. Well, he was interested in seeing someone being born, but it just sounded too painful to watch. He might have also been trying to ignore the pain that was shooting through his arm, but that was really too hard to do.

"That was really good Hermione!" Ginny exclaimed, looking at the mother-to-be with bright eyes, "One more and I think we might be able to see the top of the head!"

"Oh goodness," Hermione and Harry said at the same time, thinking that this was going to take a long time. Molly continued to place cooling charms and leading her daughter-in-law through her breathing methods.

"On three, ready? One…two…three!"

Another agonizing shriek left Hermione's mouth, and Harry briefly wondered if of his neighbors could hear this. Sure, they lived a good five minutes away, but it was still a possibility.

In the long and held out scream of Hermione, Harry almost missed the sound of a door slamming. He made his way as close to the door as possible without letting go of Hermione's hand (not that he could, she had a death grip on him). He heard voices, could it be—

"Ron?" Harry yelled, making everyone in the room shriek. Krum, who had been down the hallway, heard the yell and started down the stairs to see what Harry screamed about. He didn't get very far because a very exhausted Ron rushed up by him.

"RON!" Hermione shrieked, starting to push again. She was trying to concentrate on pushing and at the same time watching the door for her husband to burst in.

"HERMIONE?"

"RON!"

Ron made it into the room, trying to stop himself from the rapid pace he had been running at. Instead, he tripped over his feet and fell flat on his face with a large grunt. The women shrieked again, and Harry believed his eardrums were going to explode from the noise. His best friend though, made it up to his feet as quickly as possible, rushing to the other side of his wife's bed, gripping her free hand with both of his.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't here faster!" Ron exclaimed looking as close to tears as Harry had ever seen him. Hermione shook her head furiously, pulling Ron inches away from her face.

"It's okay, just stay here!" she moaned, going into another push. Ron's frantic eyes found Harry and he looked to be in absolute shock. Hermione's parents hurried into the room, standing on Harry's side of the bed, sending their daughter supportive smiles.

"Oh, oh, she has red hair!" Ginny squealed ("GINNY!" "Er, sorry."). "You're doing great, Hermione, I have no idea how many pushes, oh—oh! Look at the eyes!"

"Ginny, CONCENTRATE!" Ron roared, kissing Hermione's hand furiously. Or maybe he was kissing his own, for she was squeezing his as hard as Harry's (which she hadn't let go, by the way).

Molly backed away, seeing that Ron was now helping Hermione with her breathing, and it was quite a sight: the three people who had been best friends for most of their lives bringing into the world a creation of love.

It took another twenty minutes of painstaking pushing on Hermione's part and wrenching handholding on Harry and Ron's. Both of the men had coached and cheered from the side, but when Hermione got really angry they shut up. With one last long and strong push, Ginny squealed and Hermione relaxed into her pillows.

Harry and Ron stood in shock, waiting for Ginny to come up from behind the blankets she had set up. They didn't see her, though, when the cry of a newborn baby wailed through the room.

"It's a boy!" Molly cried, joining her daughter so she could wrap up the tiny baby. Harry still hadn't gotten a good look at the baby, but he didn't care. From all away across the room he was able to tell how bloody adorable the child was. He turned back to Ron and saw that the new father was still frozen, his jaw slack and face pale.

"Let me see," Hermione pleaded, attempting to sit up. Ron immediately unfroze and kept his wife in a lying position. Soon Molly walked over to Ron's side of the bed with the blue bundle. The grandmother looked at her youngest son with starry, glassy eyes as she carefully handed him his first child.

Ron's shaking hands and arms gently took the baby and he grinned, completely.

"Look, Hermione!" he choked, bending down so that Hermione could see her child's face. She immediately began to cry, touching the baby's cheeks softly, tracing over his features.

"Oh…Ron, look at him!"

"He's precious!" Paige Granger cooed, crying furiously and silently. "My grandson!" Harry grinned, forgetting that this was the Granger's first grandchild. Hermione's father looked immensely proud, and Ron tentatively reached across the bed and put his son into the arms of his maternal grandfather.

Ron's son.

Harry's mind swirled as he got his first good look at the baby, who was quite pink and scrunched up. Ron and Hermione created this little human being, the same two who had bickered constantly every day of their lives since they met on the Hogwarts Express. Two of the most important people in his world just became parents, taking on such a tremendous responsibility—Harry felt like all of his duties as The-Boy-Who-Lived had nothing compared to this new miracle.

It was over, the wait and the hectic arrival of their son was finally over, and now they can get on with their lives, Hermione could let go of Harry's hand (she was still gripping it extremely tight, though it was lacking blood flow and he could only feel a slight buzzing), and he and Ginny could take on their duty as Godparents…

He was snapped out of his reverie when Hermione groaned again, looking as if she was…

"Wait, what's going on?" Harry asked, looking fearfully into the other faces. He stopped on Ron's face; he looked rather embarrassed. "What?"

"Er, mate? There's something we've been keeping from you…"

But before he could finish, Ginny shouted, "Okay Hermione, this one's coming out faster than the first!"

Harry wasn't exactly sure why he did it, maybe it was all of the shock and surprises he had received in the past two hours, but his eyes rolled back in his head and he promptly fainted at the announcement that Hermione wasn't just having one child, but two, twins.

A/N: lol, you know, when I named the hotel "The White Ferret" I was just joking, hee. But I did like the guesses that it was Malfoy, and I can totally see why. But Hermione did briefly think about Ron being in Bulgaria…so, yeah. Krum owns the hotel, and I'm thinking he heard wind of Malfoy's 'furry incident'…so yeah. Thanks for guessing though!

Forgive me if I made labor look too easy, or short. I really didn't want to go into…er, detail, and most of the labor is through Harry's POV, anyway—he's busy hoping his hand isn't broken : D

There's a short (well, knowing me it'll be long) epilogue coming up! Thanks for reading!