Unbroken

Epilogue Part 5: The Newest Potter

Harry POV

"Just a little more, love," I plead with my wife who's gritting her teeth in no doubt agonizing pain. Today would be the day we finally welcome the newest Potter who seemed every bit eager to enter the world. "We're almost there, I love you," I coo at my wife who's looking at me hatefully. Well, I am the one who put her in this situation after all.

"Shut your gob, Harry Potter. You did this to me," her grip tightens on my hand and I can almost hear the bones buckling under the pressure, "you bloody sex monkey."

Against my better judgment, I snort at her in response which results in another icy look sent my way. I lean up to kiss her sweaty forehead and whisper, "I'm sorry, love, but you can do this. Just one more push." With my encouragement, she forces one more push and nearly collapses onto the bed after the fact if not for me holding her up.

Her hair is slicked with sweat as is her forehead so I quickly wipe it off with a towel before the sound of crying reverberates through us both.

"A fine set of lungs she has," Hermione's healer holds up the little thing in her hand, "careful, mummy, I think you have a fighter on your hands."

My eyes widen as I lay eyes on the baby who's just about slightly bigger than my hand as she bawls her lungs out, nearly deafening us. She's the most precious thing in the world and I'm certain that I just lost my heart to an infant no more than a minute old.

"She's gorgeous," Hermione tiredly calls through her tears. Our child is quickly wrapped in a towel before she's gently placed into her arms. I lean over Hermione's shoulder and finally get a good look of our daughter and I can immediately see a pair of green eyes staring up at her mother below a smattering of chocolate brown hair. My breath catches at the near perfect combination of Hermione and I.

"She has your eyes," says Hermione as the screaming infant finally calms down to regard us both with inquisitive eyes. "She has your nose," I say in return as I continue to map out every little detail of the precious thing's face.

"Poor thing's going to have our luck when it comes to hair," Hermione snorts while I chuckle, "she's exactly like us." I can't help but agree with my wife at that. Like the healer said, we clearly had a fighter on our hands. I can already imagine her being just as headstrong as I am with her mother's intelligence and wit to boot. Hopefully Minnie retires before the little one heads off to Hogwarts.

"Minnie's going to have her hands full," I quip as I see the traces of a little smile appear on my daughter's face. Hermione's laughter is tired but nonetheless musical as she gazes down at her little bundle of joy. "You're going to be an amazing mummy," I tell her before planting a kiss into her soft curls.

The image of my wife cradling our daughter in her arms is...magical. I can feel the adoration and warmth radiate off Hermione and I can't help but let a few salty tears escape my eyes. I don't think I'll ever see a more beautiful sight.

"What should we name her?" Hermione asks absently, her eyes never leaving our daughter as the two smile at each other while Hermione coos at her. I already have a name in mind, however.

"Emma," I call to Hermione. She turns and looks at me in response while I nod along. "Emma Charlotte Potter," I finish the name, paying homage to Hermione's mother and my mother-in-law.

"I think it's wonderful, Harry, but why not your mother?" She asks me while I just grin at her.

"I think Emma Charlotte just suits her," I lay my chin on her shoulder as we both look down on our baby, "and I think we'll have more opportunities to carry on my mother's name."

"Uh-uh, Mister Potter, don't even think about it," she playfully responds to me. I snort at her before kissing her cheek as she sighs contentedly. "Don't think for a second that I'll become Molly Weasley," she says with a slight laugh.