Foolish Hearts

Twenty

Hermione's Pov...

I laid back on my hospital bed as my son Severus Harry Snape was born. It had been a long, difficult labor, but the epidural Draco gave me was a godsend, and helped me with the worst of the pain after my water broke.

After my son was cleaned up, he was brought to me to nurse, and Severus came in, sitting by my side and looking down with extreme happiness etched on his face as he looked down on his son.

I saw myself through his nose, ears, and cheekbones, but the rest was all my husband. "I'm thankful he doesn't have my nose," Severus said, chuckling. "I think we will have a hard time keeping the girls off him once he gets old enough."

"Or guys. You never know."
"Yes, that. We'll have to see, I suppose," Severus said, gently. "Can I hold him?"

"Of course," I said.
Severus held our baby gently, and our son giggled when he opened his black eyes and grabbed at his father's chin with his stubby, pale hand.

Severus chuckled, and kissed his forehead before the baby whined to be fed again. I fed him from my other breast and then carefully burped him. I then gave my son over to the nurses so he could nap, and we were left alone.

Severus turned to me, and said happily, "He's beautiful. Just like his mother."

I kissed him, and said, "No, you're far more handsome than our son. All I did was have the baby. We made him together."

"Yes, together," Severus agreed. "Always."

"Always," I agreed.

We kissed then, a kiss filled with promise of more life and love to come through the years, and happiness, happiness enough to last several lifetimes and beyond...

The End