Suffering Part 6: No Longer

Chapter 3

Pansy's eyes widen in shock. "You are fucking kidding me right now." Pansy assists in getting you off the floor, she grabs your bag and locks the apartment. 

You are half doubled over in the hallway. As quickly as you can without making a scene, she gets you to the Booth portal. She forces herself inside the confined space, "I've got you," she reassures you before apparating you to the house on the loch.

The world spins around you, and you feel the familiar pull of apparition. In a heartbeat, you find yourselves standing in the cozy living room of the house by the loch. The pain is almost unbearable now, each contraction feeling like it might tear you apart.

Pansy supports you, guiding you towards the bathroom. "Severus! Lucius! We need help!" she calls out, her voice echoing through the house.

Severus appears almost instantly, his face a mask of concern. Lucius follows close behind, his usual composure shattered by the urgency of the situation.

"We need Nettie," Pansy says, her voice steady but urgent. "She's going into labor."

Severus nods, quickly summoning the midwife. Within moments, Nettie arrives, her presence calm and reassuring despite the chaos.

"It's going to be okay," Nettie says, her voice soothing as she takes control of the situation. "Is there any way I could take you to the midwife center? He's weeks early love," Nettie said with a soft voice.

You shake your head stubbornly, even through the pain. "No. I'm not going to a hospital or a center," you say, your voice firm. "You know better than that. I'll do it just like last time."

Severus steps forward, his expression intense but caring. "Then we're doing it the same way as last time. I need to be involved." He sits down and pulls you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you securely. "I've got you," he whispers, stroking your hair softly. "We'll get through this together."

Lucius moves to your side, his face filled with concern but also determination. "I'm here too. Just tell me what you need."

Nettie sighs but nods, understanding your determination and the dynamic between you all. "Alright, if that's what you want. We'll make sure everything is ready here."

Severus holds you gently, his voice a soothing presence in your ear. "You're so strong," he whispers. "Just breathe, Princess. Focus on my voice."

Lucius is right beside you, offering his hand to squeeze whenever the pain becomes too much. "You're doing great, little bird," he says, his voice steady. "We're all here for you."

The contractions come faster and harder, each one a wave of pain that leaves you gasping. But through it all, you focus on Severus's voice, on the gentle stroking of your hair, and on the support of everyone around you.

Nettie guides you through each stage, her calm presence a steady anchor. "You're doing great," she says. "Just a little more. You're almost there."

With every contraction, Severus's calming presence and Lucius's supportive words help you push through the pain. Finally, with a final, intense push, you feel the overwhelming relief of your son entering the world. His cries fill the room, a sound of pure, raw life. Nettie smiles, handing you your newborn son.

"He's perfect. Hello little lad," she says softly.

You hold him close, tears streaming down your face. "Baron," you whisper, his name a promise of love and protection. "I've been waiting for you."

"Good job, Princess," Severus whispers beside your ear, sending warmth through your body.

Pansy kisses your forehead, tears of joy mingling with her relief. "You did it," she whispers. "You're amazing, Princess."