Birth
Title: Birthy
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Lavneder Brown and Oliver Wood
Prompt: 029 Birth
Word Count: 875
Rating: PG-13
“Oh god, Oliver it hurts.” Lavender said as another contraction was dying down.
Oliver leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her lips, moving back her hair from her forehead. “I’m sorry, Lav, but just think…we’re going to have two beautiful baby girls in a matter of hours,” he said with a smile, happy at the thought.
“I know…and we still haven’t decided on names!”
“You choose the name for the one out first, and I’ll choose for the second.” He told her, already knowing what name he would choose.
“What do you think of Savvy?”
Oliver looked down at his wife as though she had just grown another head, “Savvy? As in pirate lingo, Savvy?”
“Well yes…it means smart, you know.” Lavender knew he would never go for the idea. She reached over to a bag of cashews sitting on a table and began eating some. “What would you do if I picked a name like Mahogany or something?” She asked with a humorous tone to her voice.
“Mahogany Wood, funny Lav, you wouldn’t want our daughter coming home from school crying all the time, would you?”
“No, I wouldn’t.” She said, dropping the cashews in her hand and reaching for his as another contraction started, her other hand was on her stomach and she did the breathing exercises before it subsided. She let out a deep breath, “I think it’s going to happen soon.”
“I’ve thought of a name,” Oliver said, slowly rubbing a hand over her stomach, which hadn’t grown too large.
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”
“On three?” Oliver opted, a smile on his face. No matter how old they got, things like this always brought a smile to his face.
“One, Two, Three - Skylar.”
“Mercedes.”
“Mercedes?”
“Skylar?”
“I like it,” they both said, smiling at each other as they said everything at the same time as the other.
“I love you,” Oliver said, leaning forward to kiss her again.
“I love you too - oh Merlin!” Lavender said, moving up on the bed and looking into her husbands eyes, “its hurting, worse than before,” she said, taking deep breaths. “Call the mediwizards in, Ol!” She shouted, doing the breathing exercises again.
“N-Now? You’re going to have the baby now!?”
“Not if you don’t go get help!” She shouted, glaring at him as she reached out to hold on to the metals bars on either side of the bed. She didn’t have to wait long before their was help in the room, and Oliver was doned in a horrible green uniform, obviously he wanted to be there when the baby was born.
Lavender closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the pillows, “Is it supposed to hurt this much!?” She couldn’t keep her voice down for some reason.
“Yes, Mrs. Wood, this is all natural. Do not worry, you are in good hands. Now we’re going to need you to push for us a series of times, alright?”
Lavender licked her lips as Oliver held her hand tightly before nodding her head.
- - - - - - - - -
Whoever told Oliver that having a baby was a beautiful thing, had obviously lied to him. This was anything but beautiful. The look on Lavender’s face said nothing more than pain, the smells in the room were some of the worst he had ever been a witness to and when the doctor told him to peak and see the babies head, he wished he hadn’t. He didn’t have a weak stomach, as in Quidditch bones were broken and blood was shattered all the time but he had never witnessed something like that. He had to excuse himself for a moment as he felt his lunch coming up.
When he came back in the room he heard the sound of one crying baby already, being cleaned off by the witches in their green robes. He walked back over to Lavender, her head covered in more sweat than before, she didn’t look so good. “Are you alright?” He asked, kissing her again.
“I-It hurts,” was all she could mutter before the medi-wizard told her to push again.
He never knew she had such a grip as his hands were probably going to be blue and black after this. “I love you Lavender, so much.” He said before kissing her hand, looking at her with so much more respect. More respect for any woman with children, going through something as painful as this.
“Push hard one last time for me, Mrs. Brown,” the medi-wizard said.
“I love you too Oliver,” she said with a soft smile before shutting her eyes tight and squeezing his hand with all her might.
The room was filled with the sound of two crying babies and the voices of the medi-wizards and witches. Lavenders hand let go of his almost immediately. He looked at her as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, “Lav?” He called out, rubbing her cheek softly. “Lav?” He said, his voice more stern, perhaps she couldn’t hear him. “Lavender!” He said, picking up her hand and shaking it, but got no sort of response. “M-Medi-wizard Turner! Something’s wrong with my wife! She’s not waking up!”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Lavneder Brown and Oliver Wood
Prompt: 029 Birth
Word Count: 875
Rating: PG-13
“Oh god, Oliver it hurts.” Lavender said as another contraction was dying down.
Oliver leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her lips, moving back her hair from her forehead. “I’m sorry, Lav, but just think…we’re going to have two beautiful baby girls in a matter of hours,” he said with a smile, happy at the thought.
“I know…and we still haven’t decided on names!”
“You choose the name for the one out first, and I’ll choose for the second.” He told her, already knowing what name he would choose.
“What do you think of Savvy?”
Oliver looked down at his wife as though she had just grown another head, “Savvy? As in pirate lingo, Savvy?”
“Well yes…it means smart, you know.” Lavender knew he would never go for the idea. She reached over to a bag of cashews sitting on a table and began eating some. “What would you do if I picked a name like Mahogany or something?” She asked with a humorous tone to her voice.
“Mahogany Wood, funny Lav, you wouldn’t want our daughter coming home from school crying all the time, would you?”
“No, I wouldn’t.” She said, dropping the cashews in her hand and reaching for his as another contraction started, her other hand was on her stomach and she did the breathing exercises before it subsided. She let out a deep breath, “I think it’s going to happen soon.”
“I’ve thought of a name,” Oliver said, slowly rubbing a hand over her stomach, which hadn’t grown too large.
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”
“On three?” Oliver opted, a smile on his face. No matter how old they got, things like this always brought a smile to his face.
“One, Two, Three - Skylar.”
“Mercedes.”
“Mercedes?”
“Skylar?”
“I like it,” they both said, smiling at each other as they said everything at the same time as the other.
“I love you,” Oliver said, leaning forward to kiss her again.
“I love you too - oh Merlin!” Lavender said, moving up on the bed and looking into her husbands eyes, “its hurting, worse than before,” she said, taking deep breaths. “Call the mediwizards in, Ol!” She shouted, doing the breathing exercises again.
“N-Now? You’re going to have the baby now!?”
“Not if you don’t go get help!” She shouted, glaring at him as she reached out to hold on to the metals bars on either side of the bed. She didn’t have to wait long before their was help in the room, and Oliver was doned in a horrible green uniform, obviously he wanted to be there when the baby was born.
Lavender closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the pillows, “Is it supposed to hurt this much!?” She couldn’t keep her voice down for some reason.
“Yes, Mrs. Wood, this is all natural. Do not worry, you are in good hands. Now we’re going to need you to push for us a series of times, alright?”
Lavender licked her lips as Oliver held her hand tightly before nodding her head.
- - - - - - - - -
Whoever told Oliver that having a baby was a beautiful thing, had obviously lied to him. This was anything but beautiful. The look on Lavender’s face said nothing more than pain, the smells in the room were some of the worst he had ever been a witness to and when the doctor told him to peak and see the babies head, he wished he hadn’t. He didn’t have a weak stomach, as in Quidditch bones were broken and blood was shattered all the time but he had never witnessed something like that. He had to excuse himself for a moment as he felt his lunch coming up.
When he came back in the room he heard the sound of one crying baby already, being cleaned off by the witches in their green robes. He walked back over to Lavender, her head covered in more sweat than before, she didn’t look so good. “Are you alright?” He asked, kissing her again.
“I-It hurts,” was all she could mutter before the medi-wizard told her to push again.
He never knew she had such a grip as his hands were probably going to be blue and black after this. “I love you Lavender, so much.” He said before kissing her hand, looking at her with so much more respect. More respect for any woman with children, going through something as painful as this.
“Push hard one last time for me, Mrs. Brown,” the medi-wizard said.
“I love you too Oliver,” she said with a soft smile before shutting her eyes tight and squeezing his hand with all her might.
The room was filled with the sound of two crying babies and the voices of the medi-wizards and witches. Lavenders hand let go of his almost immediately. He looked at her as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, “Lav?” He called out, rubbing her cheek softly. “Lav?” He said, his voice more stern, perhaps she couldn’t hear him. “Lavender!” He said, picking up her hand and shaking it, but got no sort of response. “M-Medi-wizard Turner! Something’s wrong with my wife! She’s not waking up!”