George Weasley one-shot.

"I want the epidural!" I said quickly, taking quick breaths in and out. They were going to make me push soon, and I could not to it without it. The stories I've heard by my aunts and cousins about birth are horrible enough, much less without epidural. One of my cousins told me she didn't use it, and now she doesn't feel any pain. Weird, isn't it? Another cousin didn't use it and wanted it out so fast that she pushed when it wasn't time and tore at least seven muscles. Me? Hell, I thought I could take on anything. George held my hand and looked around for a doctor or nurse, but none we're in sight. His face was pale and sweaty. It was a weird mixture, pale face and bright red hair. More pain shot through my stomach and I just about screamed, though I didn't. Damn, why did the waiting room have to be right next to this room? I will not school, I won't! I promised myself I wouldn't.. I absolutely hate sympathy. Especially from Molly. She's so sweet, but she has many things to worry about herself. Everybody does. The pain of Fred, Tonks, Remus, Dobby, and many more. I could hear my mum and Molly crying together. They've been crying a lot lately, but happily. My mum's first grandchild. Molly's first grandchild. I personally never thought I would get pregnant, until it happened. I thought my mum would never get a grandchild, and Molly's first would be Bill's child. Actually, I beat Fluer by three months. But right now, I wish it was her lying here, about to give birth to a child.

It's been eleven months, almost a year, since the war. Harry's scar hasn't hurt yet, and hopefully won't. I don't think anybody could bare another war. By the time I got the epidural, it was time. This makes me seriously steal the time turner from Hermione to go back to stop it from happening. Everything was happening too fast. George was being put in those blue things that healers and doctors wear. Sadly, there is no easier way for labor, so healers use the muggle way. Two healers lifted up my legs and George gripped onto my hand tightly. I looked at him and saw fear and worry. As the healers prepared, I pulled him to my level.

"You okay?" I asked him. His face was gleaming with sweat, and what may be tears. He looked me straight in the eyes. His eyes showed worry and sympathy. He nodded and cupped my hand with both of his. He looked although he were going to say something, but the healer cut him off.

"You're gonna have to push, we'll count to ten for the time you need to push. The epidural doesn't take away all the pain, so you'll feel some pressure." He said. I nodded and looked at George. His face was even paler than before, and he gave me a look, almost telling me everything was going to be okay. I closed my eyes and started to push as they counted. Tears trickled down my flushed cheeks. The pain flowed around my whole body, sending pain up my spine. I gripped onto George's hand very tightly. He looked like he was going through the same pain I was. He was in shock when I told him at first. After the shop closed, he would eat, shower, then sleep before saying a word to me. When I brought up abortion or me leaving, I think that's when he realized he wanted it. Or maybe he knew Molly would be mad if he didn't help me. I could tell there was much regret, but he also has been very enthusiastic at times. He was so excited about brainstorming for the name ideas, his face was like a child's on Christmas morning. After the ten seconds, I gasped for air. My eyes closed even tighter, because it wasn't fully out.

"Neck, to the neck!" The doctor called to another then looked at me. His grey hair was balding, he looked maybe how old my mum is. Maybe a bit older. "Sweetheart, we'll need you to do it again," he informed me. With squinted eyes, I pushed again as they counted. Each number seemed a lifetime. George's fingers started to turn white from pressure. He of course didn't mind. He kept his eyes glued on me. I felt the child finally slide out of me and I took another long and deep breath. The healer smiled and looked at George, asking him if he wanted to cut the umbilical cord. George smiled and walked over, listening on how to do it. But I didn't listen, I was waiting to hear what we've been wondering since I found out I was pregnant. I wanted to know the gender. After George cut it, the healers left with our baby to clean the blood off of it and such. My mum and Molly came running in, each holding their own cameras, snapping photos of us. They were shortly followed by Arthur, my step father, and both some of mine and George's cousins. George smiled at me and sat on the bed next to me, taking my hand in his once more.

"If it was twins, I would have killed you," I said with a sweet smile. He chuckled and kissed my forehead, making my mum and Molly burst into to tears once more. A healer came in, escorting Ginny, Ron, Harry, and Hermione. It was Ginny's last year, and the other three had to retake some important courses.

"You couldn't have waited another few hours? Three in the bloody morning.." Ron said frowning, sitting in a chair by the door. Hermione smacked his arm, though I couldn't help but let out a laugh myself. George looked although he was trying not to laugh, though Hermione, Molly, Arthur, and Ginny scowled at him. Ginny looked at me with a large smile.

"So? Is it a boy or girl?" She asked, looking although she had just drunken a whole pot of coffee. Before I could answer, the balding healer came in, holding the child in a blue blanket. My eyes flooded with tears and smiled brightly, sitting up right.

"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, it's a boy," he told us. I looked at George and strangely, he had the largest smile placed on his lips. He had told me if he wasn't having a baby girl, he would throw a fit. I chuckled at the memory of him showing me exactly how he would throw the fit. I wiped my tears with my jacket. I had refused to take off my jacket during it, do to the air conditioning running wild in the building. The man walked over and handed the little boy to George. George held him correctly, which didn't surprise me. I mean, he grew up around younger- and older- kids. The smile on his lips didn't move, if anything it grew larger. Bill, Fleur, Percy, and Charlie came running into the room. Each Bill and Fleur were holding a balloon, one saying 'It's A Girl!' and the other saying 'It's A Boy!' Charlie looked at me, slight bags under his eyes.

"Boy or girl?" He asked, his voice drained. Ginny was in the corner, squealing with Hermione, probably talking about what parts of each of him look like me or George. My smile grew larger and looked up at Charlie.

"A boy," I said. Fleur jumped up and said a noise, something of 'Ha!', while pointing at Bill. She grabbed out a pin from her pocket and popped the balloon in Bill's hand. Bill just rolled his eyes at his wife and walked over to talk to Ron and Harry. Percy came over with Charlie to examine the baby, held by George. Fleur came over to me and tied the balloon on the side of the bed.

"I noo it waz a boi! Bill dizent believe me!" She said with a smile. I laughed and smiled back at her. I never got why Molly and Ginny didn't like her. She's quite sweet. As all of this happened, Molly and mum continued to snap photos of the infant. Percy looked at me with a large smile.

"He has your eyes," he told me then looked back at the child. I heard the two girls in the corner squeal then run over to see for theirselves. I peered over George's shoulder to see the baby. I looked into it's dark brown eyes and smiled. It's eyes and and hair indicate it definitely was me and George's child. George handed him to me when he saw I was longing for it. I cradled the small boy in my arms and looked at George.

"His name should be Fred," I said. His eyes grew bright from happiness and his hugged me, kissing my cheek and looking at the child.

"Frederick Lee Weasley," he said with a large smile toward the boy, whom was reaching for George's nose.