The Birth
Granger Residence.
2 weeks later, Jane Granger was 9 months pregnant exactly, she was bloated, tired, craving all sorts of random foods and she wanted to get her baby out as soon as possible. It was a relief when, as she sat talking to her husband, he exclaimed –
"Jane! The baby must be really squishing your bladder, look down!"
She rolled her eyes. Really. Alan isn't at his brightest today. When she actually did look down, she realised with delight that her water had broken and she could finally have her baby. The 9 months she had been waiting were finally over.
"Darling," she said with a sigh, remaining calm. "If you'd actually paid any attention in baby classes, then you'd know that my water just broke and I'll be having our baby soon. Please take me to the hospital."
Alan dropped the book he was holding in shock, where it landed on his toe. He shrieked out in pain.
"Well, at least we're going to a hospital," Jane added said with a sly smile.
Alan began to breath unsteadily, searching around the house for things they would need. He seemed to be taking the arrival of his baby a lot worse than his wife.
"We'll need… we'll need… what will we need?" he asked.
After Jane had told him everything she wanted, and he'd packed it, he headed downstairs to lock up the house and then helped Jane into the car.
"Royal Hospital, here we come," Alan announced.
An hour later, at the Royal Hospital:
Jane was wriggling around on the hospital bed, trying to get comfortable, while Alan sat next to her, holding their 10 minute old daughter in his arms. Jane had had a phenomenally quick birth. A practically painless labour, that lasted for only half an hour was unheard of.
"Hermione's going to be a perfect little angel," said Alan, proudly.
Since the nurses had gone, Jane chose that moment to voice her suspicions.
"Alan, don't you think there's something a bit strange about it? I mean, I'm not complaining that I had virtually no pain, obviously, but, well, most women have agonizing labours, that last at least, like, 7 hours. It just seems like there's something strange about it, almost magical…" Jane explained.
"Don't you think that you're being a bit paranoid, darling? There's no such thing as magic, I'm not a Physics teacher for nothing," pointed out Alan.
"I suppose I probably am being a bit paranoid," she said. "I'm feeling a bit tired, I might have a nap," she said, passing it off as nothing.
However, little did they know, that later they would come to doubt Alan's words of their being no magic, and later would even find them completely false…