"George" Hermione called from the bedroom. George put the dish he was drying away and started to dry his hands.
"Yes love" he replied.
"Could you come here?" she asked. George put the hand towel down and sprinted to the bedroom. George was horrified to find Hermione standing on a chair trying to pull a suitcase out of the closet.
"Hermione" He cried out as he rushed forward. He took he hand helping her down from the chair and then gently steered her onto the bed. George pulled his wand out and summoned the suitcase from the shelf. "Hermione love, what does the phrase, 'Use caution in daily life, you're nine months pregnant' mean to you?"
"I couldn't find my wand" Hermione wailed, "and I needed the suitcase."
"Why?" George asked.
"I am going into labor and I needed to pack" Hermione explained getting to her feet and throwing things in the suitcase.
"What?" George asked feeling a little faint.
"I-am-going-into-labor" Hermione repeated a little slower and louder.
"What do we-what do I-what" George stammered.
Hermione closed the suitcase, "Ah" she said, "There is my wand". Hermione picked her wand up off of the floor by the bed. She turned to her husband who was still looking bewildered and confused." Love we need to apparate to St.Mungo's. Can you do that?"
George suddenly snapped back to reality when he heard the slight pop of someone apparating. He looked up and saw Hermione was gone. George jumped to his feet and followed her.
Once at the hospital Hermione was checked in and taken back by a nurse to be monitored, George started to come to his senses. He wrote a letter to Fred and one to Ginny, explaining Hermione went into labor and asking them to spread the word.
The nurse asked George to stay in the waiting room until Hermione was ready to deliver because fathers tend to make mothers nervous. He agreed and took to pacing the waiting room.
"George" Mrs.Weasley called as she rushed into the waiting room. She embraced George in bone crushing hug.
"Hey mum" George whispered trying to wriggle out her grasp. His father reached over and shook his hand.
"Congratulations son" Mr.Weasley said.
"Thanks" George replied and then started his pacing again. Within a few minutes Mr.Weasley joined his son in pacing. Mrs.Weasley took a seat and started knitting all threw were silent.
"Hello twin dearest" Fred called when he came in a little while later. "Angelina is at home with the baby, but I couldn't miss this"
George grinned at Fred, "Glad you're here" George greeted him, "Keep me distracted"
Fred chuckled, "You will be plenty distracted soon, when Hermione is gripping you're arm screaming obscenities at you"
"Mr.Weasley" the healer said from the doorway.
"Yes" George asked.
"You're wife is being taken into delivery, she wants you to be with her" The healer replied. George looked over at his parents and brother. He grinned anxiously and then followed the healer out.
A few hours later the rest of the family had arrived at the hospital and were waiting on news.
"How long does it take to have a baby?" Ginny asked looking nervous. "Is it supposed to take this long?"
Mrs.Weasley laughed a little and ruffled her youngest child's hair, "It can take a lot longer"
"I was in labor for almost 15 'ours" Fleur replied.
"15 hours?" Ginny echoed looking horrified.
"Hello" George said coming into the waiting area. He had a little bundle wrapped in a pink blanket in his arms. 'There is someone here who wants to meet all of you"
The Weasley's and Harry crowded around George. He turned the baby so everyone could see her. She had a little tuft of curly red hair and blue eyes (for the time being).
"Oh my" Ginny breathed. "She is beautiful"
"Wow" was all Ron could get out staring at his niece.
"What is her name?" Harry asked his voice barely above a whisper.
"We threw out all of the old choices" George said, "None of them fit her at all. So, everyone this is Emma Cathryn"
"That name is beautiful," Ginny whispered. "Perfect for her"
"We thought so," George said. "If anyone wants to see Hermione now, go ahead. Only two in the room at a time and for less than 15 minute. She needs rest"
As Mr. and Mrs. Weasley went to see their daughter in law Charlie leaned over and whispered, "You and Fred meet me in the parking lot. I have a gift for the new fathers"
Fred and George exchanged a look as Charlie sprinted down the hall. "Do we want to know what it is?" Fred asked.
"Sure we do" George replied. "Morbid curiosity"
Fred and George were sitting on the ground outside of St.Mungo's waiting for Charlie. George leaned his head back and started chuckling. Fred looked at him as though he had lost his mind. "What?" Fred asked.
"Were fathers" George said still laughing a little, "Us"
"Yeah, weird how life turns out, eh?" Fred asked. "You think we can do it?"
"Sure, we have successfully ran a joke shop" George reminded him. "We have to grow up a little, be a little more mature"
"Yeah" Fred a agreed but then looked a little panicked, Only a little more mature"
"Definitely" George assured him, 'Hermione and Angelina are plenty mature"
"Hello boys" Charlie said as he lowered himself to the ground beside them. "Where are Ron and Harry?"
"Went to be with Hermione" George told him.
Charlie nodded, "Sounds right. Those three always went everywhere together."
"What did you want brother dear?" Percy asked as he ran up, slightly out of breath.
"Have a seat Percy" Charlie said pulling Percy to the ground. Charlie pulled a bottle of fire whiskey and cups out of his robes. He passed the cups around and then poured everyone a glass.
"This boys is a toast to the new fathers" Charlie said, "Congratulations and thank God you two didn't have twins and let's all pray they don't turn out like you"
The twins started laughing, "Thanks big brother. That is the nicest thing anyone ever said" Fred replied.
For the next few minutes the oldest Weasley brothers sat around drinking and reminiscing.
