His Wife | Severus Snape x OC

fifty-five

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The air in the room was thick with tension. Severus paced the room, his normally composed demeanor cracking under the weight of the situation. Rosabelle was lying on the bed, her face pale and drenched in sweat, every muscle in her body tense from the overwhelming pain. She gripped the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Madam Pomfrey moved swiftly around the bed, preparing potions and muttering incantations to ease Rosabelle's pain, but nothing seemed to be enough. The intensity of the contractions was wearing her down. Rosabelle's breathing was labored, each breath a desperate attempt to endure the waves of agony crashing through her.

Severus stopped pacing and rushed to her side, his heart breaking as he watched her struggle. He had never seen her in such pain, and it was tearing him apart. He took her hand, his grip firm but trembling. "Belle, I'm here," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "You're doing so well, my love."

Rosabelle's eyes fluttered open, filled with both fear and determination. She managed a weak smile, but it quickly faded as another contraction hit. She cried out, the sound echoing through the room, and Severus flinched as though the pain were his own. He felt utterly helpless.

"Sev, I—" she gasped, struggling to speak through the pain. "I can't—"

"Yes, you can," Severus interrupted, his voice breaking. He brought her hand to his lips, kissing it gently. "You're the strongest person I know. You can do this."

Rosabelle squeezed his hand weakly, tears spilling down her cheeks. She had been so strong throughout the pregnancy, but now, as the reality of giving birth set in, fear gripped her heart. She knew something terrible could happen, and the thought of losing either Severus or their baby was unbearable.

Severus moved with deliberate care, his heart aching as he watched Rosabelle's pain. He reached for a cool, damp towel and began gently dabbing her sweaty face and body, his touch tender and soothing. The coolness of the towel was a welcome relief against the heat of her skin, and he wiped away the sweat with a practiced, almost reverent touch.

He moved from her forehead, where beads of perspiration clung to her skin, to her neck and shoulders, where the sweat had gathered in small, glistening droplets. Each stroke was slow and gentle.

Rosabelle's breathing was ragged, but she managed a weak smile at the comfort his touch provided. He could see the strain etched into her features, the way her body tensed with each contraction. The sight of her suffering tore at him, and he wished he could bear her pain himself.

As Severus tried to hold himself together, the door creaked open, and McGonagall stepped into the room. Her face was etched with concern, but she maintained a calm composure as she approached the bed. "Severus, how is she?" she asked quietly, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

Severus shook his head, unable to find the words. McGonagall looked at Rosabelle, her heart aching for the young woman she had come to care for deeply. She moved closer, leaning over to whisper soothing words into Rosabelle's ear. "You're doing wonderfully, darling. Just a little longer, and you'll have your baby in your arms. Your parents are on their way."

Rosabelle nodded weakly, but her body convulsed with another powerful contraction, and she screamed again. Severus felt his resolve shatter. He wished he could take away her pain, bear it himself if only to see her smile again. He blinked back tears, determined not to let her see his weakness.