Angel

~Chapter 19~

~Ginny's POV~

"I love you." I said to my husband. We were on the edge of the forbidden forest. Even with the babies on the way, I couldn't help but feel scared. " I love you, and I want you to remember that." Blaise spoke. "Its just I think we need to find house before the babies are born." As he said that I held onto my stomach.  Then I got a sudden pain in my stomach "I think their coming," I know I sounded hysterical.

"No way." Blaise couldn't believe it; the babies weren't due for another two months.

"Let's go, to the hospital wing, ahhhhh!" I barely could stand the pain at that time.

By the time we got to the hospital wing, we managed to get their in time. We were lucky; that no one was in here. Laying in the bed, the pain was clear on my face. (apparently)  I screamed every five seconds, hoping the baby would shoot out easily. Though, that wasn't the case. I tried breathing excuses like the people showed us in the classes, yet, still, the contractions continued to wear me down. Then, it came. A gush of water came out of my body, causing me, and my husband Blaise to shriek.

"It's time," the healer said. "Mrs Zabini, I'm going to need you to push."

And I listened... I pushed and pushed long and hard. An hour past before they made progress. The head finally showed. To me, the pain resembled a watermelon being pushed through a hole the size of a lemon. Bad thing I was having triplets.

"This isn't good," the healer exclaimed. He widened his eyes. "It looks like something isn't right with her. It's the umbilical cord... it's wrapped around her neck." (A/N: this is Molly.)

"Shit!" Blaise shouted.

"What does that mean?!" I yelled through pushing and pain.

"If we don't get the baby out now, she is going to die."

"Can't we do anything?"

" Its to late. By the time I get ready to that the baby will be dead. I'm sorry, but we're going to have to rely on faith alone for this."

A healer, someone who studied science and only believed in the facts, had to now rely on what he could not predict, on something that science alone could not solve.

"I've got to throw up," I  said. My body was hot, heavy and in pain. I felt like this nightmare would never end.

It was as if I had gone to hell and back, though the fire continued to burn. Yes, this moment was supposed to be sweet and memorable, except it wasn't. I wanted all the agonizing to end. Right here. Right now.

Everyone  ( A/N: her mother is not here yet) hovered around me like wild animals. I needed space. I needed air. "Get this thing out of me!"I shouted, squeezing Blaise's hand tightly. If the baby didn't leave my body soon, I might faint.

"Do you need water," Blaise chanted.

"Is the position comfy enough for you?" the second healer asked for the eightieth time.

"Keep pushing, you're almost there," the healer reminded me.

No one was really happened. All I really wanted was for them to.... "Shut up!!" I screamed, still heaving and pushing steadily. Then, entering the room was my mother. She went by the bed and held up on of my legs to help.

"Mom," I said, relieved. If anyone could brighten my day it would be my mom.

"It's fine, all you need to do is keep breathing."

"They said she has a—"

My mother shushed me. "I already know," she said. "Just keep pushing. Don't quit now or all of this was for nothing."

They went on like this for a while. Breathing, chanting, and pushing. It was a repeated cycle. I was feeling drowsy, was beginning to pass out. Who knew how long I had left to continue on like this.

"Please come out baby girl, I thought to myself, I held you warm in me long enough. It's time to come out and see the world.

 This is all my fault. Not only is she premature but she has a cord choking her. If she doesn't make it, I have to live with the guilt.

The baby didn't seem like she wanted to come out, anyway. Her head popped back into my body so quickly. Because of the blood being slippery, the healer couldn't get a good grip on the head. It wasn't until the next long push that got the job done. Half the baby exited my body and the doctor was able to pull out the rest of the body.

Immediately after the doctor cut the cord from around her neck, the crying baby girl was put on my chest. Blaise stood close, smiling.

"I love you," I said, looking deep into the baby's eyes. And with that, the baby went silent. No more crying, just silent.

A minute based by and the madam Pomfary took the baby to clean her up and do a few tests. Meanwhile, I was back to have James then Remus, shoved out of my arse. Joy.

By the time I had had James and Remus I tried breastfeeding the molly, James and Remus (not all at the same time.) in the cleaned hospital wing, and every thing was worth the pain t have my little angels.