Ron Weasley settled into the hospital bed, breathing deeply as he gripped Harry Potter's hand. The room was softly lit by flickering candles, casting a warm, calming glow. With each contraction, Ron's face tightened in pain.
"Harry," Ron panted, squeezing Harry's hand. "It's starting…"
Harry's eyes were full of concern, but his grip on Ron's hand remained steady. "It's going to be okay, Ron. We're in this together."
Madam Pomfrey, having prepared the necessary supplies, approached with calm authority. "Ron, focus on your breathing. You need to stay calm through the contractions."
Ron nodded, but his face twisted with pain. "I—I can't…" he gasped as the contractions intensified.
Madam Pomfrey guided him gently. "When you feel the urge to push, listen to your body. You're doing great."
Harry wiped the sweat from Ron's forehead, trying to stay calm himself. "You're amazing, Ron. Just keep your focus on me and Madam Pomfrey."
With a determined cry, Ron began to push, his body trembling with the effort. Madam Pomfrey's voice remained steady and reassuring. "That's it, Ron. Just a little more."
The room filled with the sound of Ron's cries, but Harry and Madam Pomfrey were a constant presence, providing him with the support he needed. Finally, as the pressure eased, the unmistakable sound of a baby's cry echoed through the room.
Madam Pomfrey smiled warmly, placing the baby in Ron's arms. Tears of relief and joy streamed down Ron's face as he gazed at his child, the pain slowly fading into a distant memory.
Harry's voice, thick with emotion, whispered, "We did it, Ron."
Ron nodded, his exhaustion now replaced by a profound sense of love and accomplishment as he held his baby close. Madam Pomfrey completed her final checks, giving the new family a moment to savor their precious time together.