Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or anything related to him.
Note: This was written for JoeCool989's "Summer Writing Camp!" using the prompt write about someone fainting.
Warnings: n/a
Rating: T
Characters: Luna/Rolf
Word Count: 136
Understandably, giving birth could make one a nervous wreck. There was the pain and variety of sounds expressing that pain. There was the tense waiting of the labor to progress to the point that the baby could be born. There the nastiness that coated the baby, making it look more like a misshapen monster than someone's pride and joy. Still, somehow Luna thought it was supposed to be her that became the nervous wreck, rather than her husband, Rolf.
He made it through the labor, though. At least, he did right up until the point that the Healers tried to hand him his second son; the one that must have been hiding behind his twin, given that no one had realized he was there. That's when Rolf fainted.
Luna was surprised he made it that long.