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Chapter 9 : Oh, Baby!
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Chapter 9- Oh, Baby
A/N: Sorry it took so long, but here it is: The final chapter of Beautiful Accident.
This sucks. I wish this damn baby would just make its appearance already. I’m terrified to death about actually giving birth but I just can not wait until the pregnancy is over. It’s already a week past my due date! I don’t want to feel like a cow anymore. I turn to Ron who is sitting next to me.
“I hate you.” I tell him.
He just smiles and says, “Yep, you too, love.”
I cross my arms and pout. I examine my nails, bitten and chewed. The wait for this baby is agonizing. I’m scared, and nervous, and excited all at once. And I hate surprises. But I don’t really have a choice this time, do I? There’s no way to tell if I’ll start having contractions in a week, a day, an hour, or right…now!
“Ronald.” I say as calmly as possible. “Go get my suitcase. Now.” Ron gives me a wide-eyed look before sprinting up the stairs to our bedroom. He’s back by my side in ten seconds flat. He helps me to my feet and leads me to the fireplace. I close my eyes as we spin our way to the hospital. We hurry to the desk and the secretary alerts Jen’s office.
A nurse assists Ron and I into a hospital room and asks me to just relax and put on the hospital gown. She closes the door, and I shakily undress and put on the hospital gown and sit on the bed. Ron moves closer and kisses me softly on the head.
“You ready?” he asks quietly.
“As ready as I’ll ever be I suppose…” I smile and Ron slips his hand into mine.
Jen walks in looking as calm as ever, smiling brightly at me. “How’re you doing Hermione?” she asks me.
“Alright.” I reply.
“About how long has it been since your first contraction?”
“About 15 minutes.”
“Alright, well there isn’t really much of anything we can do now but wait. You won’t be in labor until your contractions are less than 8 minutes apart.” Jen tell me.
I nod and seconds later am come over with another contraction. Ron comforts me as Jen walks around the room, preparing for when my body is ready to give birth.
My next contraction comes ten minutes later. I’m shaking with nervousness and anticipation, and Ron is doing his best to comfort me, stroking my hair and squeezing my hand. Eight minutes later, another contraction comes and Jen tells me that it’s almost time.
When another contraction comes five minutes later, Jen tells me to find something in the room to focus on and to listen to her instructions. There’s a child’s drawing taped on the cabinet directly across the room, and I stare determinedly at it.
Thirty painful minutes later, Jen tells me she can see the top of the baby’s head. I look at Ron who is deliberately staring at the wall across from him. I’m probably doing wonders on his hand I assume…
Ten minutes later, Jen is holding my baby girl in her hands. But something strikes me as odd.
“Why isn’t she crying?” Ron worriedly asks, voicing my own thoughts.
Jen doesn’t answer but brings the baby to the table she’d set up previously, and quickly places something over the baby’s face and cleans her off. Seconds later she removes the thing from her face and that’s when I hear the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
She was crying, and wriggling helplessly on the table, and that’s when I knew everything was going to be ok. Jen wrapped her up in a blanket and handed her too me, tears running down my cheeks.
“Her throat was just a little clogged,” Jen explains, “She’s fine.”
I look down at my baby, as her cries die down into soft whimpers. I stare in wonder at the small patch of hair atop her head, for it’s not red, as I assumed it would be, but brown. Like mine. I smile happily, as does Ron, as her eyelids flutter open, revealing her baby blue eyes. Just like Ron’s. I’m so overcome with emotions I’m unable to speak. I hand her gently to Ron who smiles lovingly at her.
“Delaney Jane.” He says.
“Delaney Jane.” I repeat.
I brush away the tears from Delaney’s cheek as Ron holds her tiny body in his strong arms.
“And to think all of this was an accident.” He says.
I smile. “Our beautiful accident.”
A/N: And that’s the end . Sorry it’s short, but there really wasn’t much else to write in this chapter. Keep a look out though, because I’ve already written a couple one-shots based off this story as Ron and Hermione begin their lives with Delaney. Thanks for reading and thank you for all of the wonderful reviews!
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