Life after the War

Labour and poor Harry

A few months later...

I stood in the living room, putting the phone back on the phone charger. I had just ended a very long conversation with Hermione about how she was going to try and get all of the house elves to be free. Don't get me wrong, I hate that we have house elevs who are practically our slaves, but I was just really tired and didn't feel like having a long conversation at the moment.

That's when I felt something wet running down my legs. I looked down and noticed my blue yoga pants were soaking wet. I gasped.

"Shit." I yelled, causing George to run into the room from our room.

"What the hell...?" He mumbled under his breath as he stared at the puddle of water on the floor. "What happened, Lexi?"

"My fucking water broke damn it!" I yelled again, panicking.

"Okay so what should I do?" George yelled. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do, Lexi!"

I run my hands through my hair. "Take me to St. Mungos!"

George nodded. Five minutes later I was on a bed in the hospital giving birth to a human being.

"One more push." Said the nurse who was helping me out. George was on my left, letting me cut the circulation off on his hand.

I turned to him. "I hate your dick!" I screamed. He flinched as I said that. "I swear I'm gonna cut it off!"

"Please don't. I kinda need it." He said quietly.

I screamed as I gave another push. The pain that I had just felt vanished. It had felt like someone was ripping me apart from the inside out. We'll, someone was. That someone would be the baby that I heard crying.

"Congratulations. It's a boy." The nurse said, smiling down at me as she wanted my baby to me. I looked down into his little brown eyes, which had little flecks of gold in them. I gave my child a grin. He had faint red hair. He also had tiny freckles sprinkled across the bridge of his noise and his cheeks. Just like his father. He was probably going to act just like him too. Oh God, I hope not. I swear if he's gonna be just like George... Having one Fred-... I mean George is enough...

"What do you two want to name the little angel?" The nurse asked me and George.

I turned to him. "Not Fred." He shook his head, agreeing with me. "Or Lupin. Or Sirius." George nodded his head.

"How about...Adam?" George suggested.

I smile. "Yeah. I like Adam."

"We'll it's settled then." The nurse said, clapsing her hands together.

I look back down at my little Adam. He picked up his little hand and reached towards me. I took my pointer finger and let Adam grab a hold of it. I had never felt this much love in my life. Seeing this little person that I has been holding for nine months....just made me want to cry with joy. I loved him. Adam, I love him more then anything in the world. Of course I love George...but it's not like I gave birth to him.

"I love you, Adam." I whispered to my baby. He made a cute little gurgling noise that made me smile brightly at him.

George sat down beside me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. He then kissed my cheek. "I love you. Both of you. We're a family now."

I look up at him. "Yes we are."

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"Oh look at him!" Molly cried as she took my baby from my arms, holding him close to her large chest.

Ginny, Hermione, and Fluer a haunted over to him, trying to make him smile at them.

Ron came over to me and pulled me in for a quick hug. "Congrats, Lexi." He said, pulling away and smiling at me.

I smiled back. "Thanks Ron. It really hurt when little Adam was being published out of my .va-"

"Bloody hell woman I don't want to hear all the details!"

I chuckled and smoke at Bill, who was eyeing Fluer carefully.

"Bill. I want children." The part veela blonde said to her husband, grinning down at the like bundle of joy. Bill's eyes widened, his face hoping pale.

"Me too." Hermione chimed in.

"Yeah. Harry, I want at least six of them."

I think I felt bad for Harry the most. Poor Harry and his child crazy girlfriend. Poor Ginny and her having to give birth to all of those kids. That's defiantly gonna hurt when she has them...

"Gin...you sure you don't want one or two...I mean, six is a little bit too much, dontcha think?"

"No. I'm sure I want six." Said a stubborn Ginny, grinning at us girls.

Harry groaned and left the room. Leaving Ron smirking at his friend.

Poor Harry...

"Ginny, do you really want all those kids? I mean, the pain was excruciating." I said, trying to change her mind for Harry's sake.

Ginny just shook her head. "No. Maybe two or three. It's worth it, isn't it?"

I stared at my best friend who is one day going to be my sister-in-law. "Of course it is Gin." I said quietly, smirking at her.

She seemed satisfied with the answer and nodded her head, grinning to herself. She then parted from the group of women flaunting over my child and left the room. Probably going to find Harry. They were a cute couple, and I gave Harry all the person in the world to propose to Ginny. Ron too. They deserve to be happy considering everything they went through together. All four of them. Harry saved Ginny from the Basilisk back in his second year. And Ron sacked Hermione from getting killed by Voldemorts snake Nagini during the war. So yes, they deserve to happy.

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