Harry sat on the bed next to Hermione. He was wiping her sweaty brow after she had given birth to their first child. Magic could make the process easier but Hermione still did it the muggle way for the experience she said.
The healer put a small pink bundle on Hermione's breast, a shock of already unruly thick brown fuzz covering its head. His daughter. His precious first child with the most wonderful woman in the world.
"She's so small." he softly whispered.
Hermione smiling replied, "For now. Someday you'll be chasing her around the house."
Harry grinned as he looked at his world, his future.
"Hello Octavia Minerva Potter. Welcome to the world." he said stroking her damp fuzzy head as she squirmed closer to Hermione.
