Chapter 9
Hermione POV
The contractions finally stop for a minute. I glance at the clock and its almost 11 o'clock. Fun fun fun. Ron sticks his head in the room (the nurse had pulled him out of the room for "a word") smiling.
"You have a visitor." Ron opens the door and in stumbles Hugo, giggling. I laugh as he runs over to see me. Then the pain hits and I grit my teeth, trying not to scare my bundle of joy. Ron picks him up and places him on my bed.
"Hi mommy. Is my sister here yet?" He asks, suppressing a yawn. Ron laughs at Hugo. I glare back at my husband.
"Not yet sweetheart. How was the rest of your day?" I ask, trying to distract myself.
"It was good. I hung out with daddy, Uncle Harry, George and James, then I came here cuz of you. Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry brought me home. Then aunt Ginny got sick and she is here now with Uncle Harry. And now George is gonna bring me home!" Hugo exclaimed, jumping on the bed. I screamed in pain. Ron grabs Hugo and puts him on the seat next to me. Hugo's faced goes white at the look of pain on my face. Ron pulls him close and Hugo hides his face. I reach to touch his face.
"Hugo? Buddy, I'm ok. The reason I keep saying ow is because of your sister. She isn't coming in the mail like you thought. She's in my tummy. That's why it's been so poofy. And she needs to come out and join us. But she's kicking and jumping around because she is so happy to see her awesome big brother. Hugo, she loves you and just wants to meet us. To meet you." I end the speech, a little teary-eyed, thanks to the pain and my heightened emotions. Hugo smiles and wipes away the tears from my face.
"Really? So you aren't just fat." I glare at him and he giggles, yawning again. I turn to my husband.
"Ron? I think it's time for our little boy to go to sleep." He nods.
"Give mommy a kiss." Hugo does as George walks in. George kisses me on the cheek and takes Hugo from Ron. The mischievous duo leave and I collapse back on the bed. Kids are very draining, both physically and emotionally. Ron sits down on my bed and another contraction kicks in. I pick up one of the ice chips from the cup next to me and fling it at him. This baby better hurry up.