Hit ANOTHER wall in my other fic. AKA that means you guys get an update. Yay for writer's block! Here it is! RxR

While Luna tried to finalize her Quibbler outline for her father, she found herself worrying about the idea of marriage. She and George were having a child, after all. That was a huge responsibility and she wanted the child to grow up in the best environment possible. To her, that meant that they all be a happy and healthy family. But would getting married to George make that much of a difference? Who was she trying to kid, of course it would. She thought about the idea everyday. George was the first man she had ever been in love with so it seemed fitting that she marry him. What if things didn't turn out like she wanted though? What if they tried to raise this child…and failed? What if they simply weren't meant to be together? She always weighed both options in her head, the good and the bad. Half the time she tried to push the thoughts out of her mind and focused on the baby that was rapidly growing in her stomach. Above it all, the baby would come first. That was for sure. She still couldn't help but bring it up in conversation, however, one night while lying in bed next to the wizard that she deeply loved.

The witch was lying on her back, reading the day's edition of the Daily Profit, while George was on his side, rubbing big circles on her now huge stomach. He liked to just lie there and feel it. It was all so surreal to him and the act made it tangible. He was lightly running his hand across her, when he felt a tiny force hit the palm of his hand. He gasped loudly as he realized what it meant. Luna smiled. She felt it too, of course, but she always found it adorable how happy it made George.

"It kicked!"

"Yes, I know." She chuckled. "I can feel it too you know."

"Right. I always forget. It's just so…cool."

There was a comfortable silence, but Luna stirred under the sheets. She folded up the newspaper and set it on her nightstand before turning and looking towards her boyfriend.

"George, um, can we talk about something?"

He looked at her curiously, "Of course love."

"Have you thought about…well, marriage?"

He stayed completely still, wide-eyed. Of course he had thought about it! Luna was his perfect girl in every way possible. He was in love with her and he knew that he was meant to be with her. He had wondered for months if purposing was the right thing to do, but he figured that they would do that after they had the baby. He lightly exhaled.

"I've thought about it for months, actually. I figured that would happen when he were ready."

"Like after we have this baby?"

"Well, yes. Luna, I love you, you know that. But I don't want to rush into it. I want you to be 100% positive that it's me you love and I want-"

"I am."

"Am, what?"

"Positive that you're the one I love."

He felt his heart swell in his chest as he heard her words. She always told him how much she loved him but to hear her say that she was positive about it all made his heart flutter. He was speechless. He didn't know exactly what to say after that. Truthfully, he wished he could up and marry her right there. She was looking down at her baby bump with her hands resting on her stomach. George reached up and took one of her hands in his and intertwined their fingers.

"Two months?"

"Two months and then this baby will be out in the real world."

"And in my arms."

"If I let you hold it."

"What do you mean, if?"

They were playing with each other now. Luna was laughing as George gave her a disgruntled look.

"You prank people for a living! Do you really think I'm going to let you hold a child?"

"You know what?"

"What?"

"That's why you were a Ravenclaw. Smart girl. You're probably right. I'd drop it or something."

Luna took one look at her boyfriend and cracked up. He had this stupid grin on his face that she couldn't help but laugh at. He snickered along with her until their abs hurt. Once they calmed down, they were able to close their eyes and get some sleep.

o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o

The last months of Luna's pregnancy were extremely hectic. She finally (hallelujah) finished her outline for her father and officially turned the magazine over to him. She still had to tend to Binx on a daily business while George was constantly running the joke shop, and Mrs. Weasley was regularly running around her home, cooking and cleaning. For the last month Molly insisted that Luna stay in her bed. Mrs. Weasley tended to her every need, even with Luna insisting that she could take care of herself. The witch just wouldn't have it. Sure, she was grateful for Molly's assistance and help, but she hated feeling helpless.

Luna was lying in her bed, moaning in discomfort, while reading some poetry, when she felt a sudden agony course through her abdomen. Her body tensed as the pain rocketed through her again. She clenched her stomach as she felt a sudden gush of wetness at her groin area. Her brain went into panic mode as the realization hit her like a bus. Her water just broke.

"MOLLY! MOLLY! It's coming! The baby is coming! NOW!"

She let out a scream as Mrs. Weasley rushed up the stairs. She flew open the door and examined the witch. Her water definitely broke, there was no questioning it, and Mrs. Weasley could tell by her screams and pants that she was having contractions. She rushed into the bathroom and soaked a washcloth and put it on Luna's forehead.

"Dearie, dearie deep breaths. I'm going to apparate to St. Mungo's to get you the help you need. I'll be back in seconds."

With those words she twisted into the air and was gone. Luna concentrated on her breaths and tightly gripped the sheets. She had heard the pain was terrible, but this was getting unbearable quick. There was a loud pop and soon there were three strangers in her room along with Mrs. Weasley. They were dressed in doctors' robes and one of them had a large briefcase of supplies and medical tools. The doctor in charge, represented by a fancy looking badge, set down the briefcase before opening it up. He took out a pair of gloves, slipped them on, and started barking orders to the nurses.

"Conrad, prop Ms. Lovegood's legs to the right position. Moran, I need you to help with her breathing and keeping her calm and in the right state of mind. Mrs. Weasley, where is the father?"

"H-he's at the Joke Shop…"

"Get him, now."

The witch was gone once again as she apparated away to retrieve her son. The nurse named Conrad pulled back the covers off her bed and moved her legs so she was open and the doctor could inspect her. Nurse Moran pulled back her nightgown to reveal her naked bottom. The doctor took out his wand and circled it over her stomach. He casted a soothing charm over her and she felt relief from her contractions. He looked at her center and measured her dilation.

"She's dilating quickly. This baby may come faster than any other one we've delivered."

Moran was whipping her forehead and squeezing her hand, "Breath Ms. Lovegood. In and out, in and out. Keep a constant pattern. There you go."

Luna closed her eyes as the sweat beaded all over her body. She was gasping for air but she was keeping her breathing rhythmic. She heard a pop and opened her eyes to see Mrs. Weasley and her frazzled boyfriend. With the edition of the two people, her room was packed to the brim. George rushed over to her side and reached for her hand. She grasped it tightly, beyond happy that he was here with her. This was the biggest moment of their lives and she knew how important it was that they experience it together. He brushed back the damp hair off her forehead.

"Love, I'm here. I'm here Luna. You can do this. Breathe babe. Breathe."

"George…it hurts so much."

Nurse Conrad suddenly boomed over everyone else.

"It's time! The baby is ready to come out! Ms. Lovegood, we need you to push!"

Luna's head was spinning as the chaos in the room reached a new high. She was extremely overwhelmed but she did as she was told. While squeezing the life out of both George and Nurse Moran's hands, Luna used every once of energy to push. She let out a scream as the pain increased. She stopped and took a deep breath before repeating the motion. Every time she gave it her all and with each push the baby inched out of her. She inhaled deeply before giving one last effort. She heard a sharp cry pierce the air as the doctor took the baby completely out of her. Both her and George were in tears as he took a receiving blanket and cleaned off the newborn. He smiled down at the baby and ran some tests with his wand. It was kicking and screaming on the makeshift incubator and Luna felt her heart pounding in her chest. Was it healthy? What was the sex? How big was it? Did it have ginger hair like everyone predicted? Finally the doctor turned back to the impatient couple.

"Congratulations, you have a healthy baby boy."

Sorry it was rushed. I honestly had no idea on how to write the birth scene. Hope you still liked it. Review!