Songbird ; Fred Weasley

Fifty-nine

I was sitting on the bed in the room I had been assigned.

The muggles had put monitors on my stomach and I had been induced so now everything seemed to real.

My water had broken and that's when I realised it was happening. I had sort of panicked and Fred had to calm me down.

He was calling around, because while I had been upset with my mother after finding out her secret, I needed her right now. I needed my mother to be here with me.

He was also calling Max to go get the hospital bag we had ready in the wardrobe of our bedroom back at the flat.

I had been panicking about not having a name, but Fred assured me it was fine. We could figure it out once she was here.

According to him, maybe it would even be easier once we saw her face outside of the ultrasound machine.

Fred was on the phone with my mother one of the worse contractions hit me.

I ground my teeth together and squeezed my eyes shut, my hands clutching either side of the bed, but Fred noticed and hurried to my side.

He quickly ended the conversation with my mum and then pocketed the phone as he pulled my hair away from my face, talking soothing words to me and put my hair up to keep it from my neck which was getting quite hot and sweaty with each contraction.

Max got here about ten minutes later and he hugged me as soon as he saw me.

"I got the bag plus some other things I thought you'd need." He said and placed the bag on the bed.

"Oh thank god. Thank you so much, Max." I pulled the bag closer and opened it.

The thing that laid on top was my hairbrush and my lipgloss.

Yes.

"Lipgloss?" Fred cocked an eyebrow as I applied it.

"Hey. She needs to feel beautiful while pushing out a baby the size of the fucking moon."

My eyes widened as I looked up at Max.

"You dumbass. She doesn't need to hear that." Fred practically hissed at Max who shot me an apologetic look.

I had already been here for hours, and Fred had just been calling Max and my mother now.

Though we wanted to wait a little.

First the doctors had to monitor my baby's heartbeat and my contractions, and shortly after actual labour contractions started on their own.

I was hoped that meant I didn't have to be induced, but they still had to induce me through the IV that sat in my hand.

They had broken my water with a long fucking stick, and shortly after, I started getting contractions that were worse.

I had thought those I had before were real, but they were nothing compared to these.

Five minutes after Max had arrived, my mum got here. My body felt full of relief as I hugged her and she told me how proud she is of me that I was handling everything so well.

Nurses offered me pain medication every time I had a contraction, but I shook my head, because I didn't want anything that would make me feel like I lost control of my own body.

I needed to be able to move around.

With each contraction, cramps shot through my back and my eyes would water as I just tried to breathe through it.

Another few hours passed and then my contractions started picking up. The nurse checked to see I was four centimetres dilated, and again, she asked if I wanted anything for the pain.