Complications (PG)
Title: Complications
Prompt: Talisman; Daddy!Ron Fic
Rating: PG
Word Count: 499
Summary: 'Everything was supposed to be perfect'
A/N: Written for Challenge 5, Round 1 of rwhg_ldws
See artwork inspired by this piece HERE by redheadsarehot
Hermione slowly opened her eyes, her entire body aching as she gradually came into consciousness. She could hear the rumbling of her husband’s deep voice at her bedside. She turned her head and took in the sight before her.
Ron was seated in the chair by her bed, cradling their newborn baby. She couldn’t make out exactly what he was saying, but she knew the tone of his voice well, she had heard it often enough - it was one of reassurance, encouragement, and above all else, love.
Her subtle movements caught his attention and he looked up to give her a hesitant smile. “Baby’s sleeping - there’s no change,” he said. “You need more sleep, Luv. You must be completely knackered.”
Hermione nodded and returned his smile weakly. She closed her eyes and felt several silent tears streak her face.
They had waited to start a family. They wanted to establish their careers, to travel, to enjoy lazy Sundays laying naked together in bed.
When his siblings welcomed children, Hermione marveled as Ron took to the role of favored uncle with aplomb. He could change a nappy, sing a lullaby, and engage in a tickle war (or tea party) without hesitation.
Finally, they knew the time was right and, after years of waiting, months of trying, and weeks of preparation, their future had arrived in a flurry of pain and happiness and tears.
Everything was supposed to be perfect.
Only it wasn’t.
There were complications. With the baby. Their baby.
Now Ron sat beside her, protecting their uncertain future with his strong loving hands.
A medi-witch appeared to take the baby for evaluation by a specialist. Handing the infant over, Ron whispered more words of encouragement; Hermione heard him this time.
“Be strong, my little one.”
Once alone, Ron buried his head in Hermione’s lap, repeating, as if in prayer, “Be strong, be strong,” until she fell asleep.
Hermione stirred when the witch reappeared with the baby. “The healer will be in to see you in a moment,” she said handing the child to Hermione.
“Please, tell me.” Hermione begged.
The witch smiled kindly, “Don’t fret - the news is good.”
“Thank you,” Hermione sobbed, “thank you.”
Hermione looked down at the bundle in her arms, crying her first tears of joy since giving birth. She noticed a familiar black cord peeking out of the folds of the blanket. Pulling carefully, she was amazed at what she’d found hanging from its end.
It was the talisman she had given Ron years before - a small stone with a bold upward arrow engraved into it. It was an Ancient Rune - a symbol of bravery and victory over adversity. It symbolized what he was to her - a brave and steadfast warrior; she had never seen Ron without it.
“I thought Rosie could use the luck,” Ron admitted sheepishly as he watched Hermione holding his necklace aloft.
“Rose was always lucky,” she said cupping his cheek. “She and I both are - we have you.”
Prompt: Talisman; Daddy!Ron Fic
Rating: PG
Word Count: 499
Summary: 'Everything was supposed to be perfect'
A/N: Written for Challenge 5, Round 1 of rwhg_ldws
See artwork inspired by this piece HERE by redheadsarehot
Hermione slowly opened her eyes, her entire body aching as she gradually came into consciousness. She could hear the rumbling of her husband’s deep voice at her bedside. She turned her head and took in the sight before her.
Ron was seated in the chair by her bed, cradling their newborn baby. She couldn’t make out exactly what he was saying, but she knew the tone of his voice well, she had heard it often enough - it was one of reassurance, encouragement, and above all else, love.
Her subtle movements caught his attention and he looked up to give her a hesitant smile. “Baby’s sleeping - there’s no change,” he said. “You need more sleep, Luv. You must be completely knackered.”
Hermione nodded and returned his smile weakly. She closed her eyes and felt several silent tears streak her face.
They had waited to start a family. They wanted to establish their careers, to travel, to enjoy lazy Sundays laying naked together in bed.
When his siblings welcomed children, Hermione marveled as Ron took to the role of favored uncle with aplomb. He could change a nappy, sing a lullaby, and engage in a tickle war (or tea party) without hesitation.
Finally, they knew the time was right and, after years of waiting, months of trying, and weeks of preparation, their future had arrived in a flurry of pain and happiness and tears.
Everything was supposed to be perfect.
Only it wasn’t.
There were complications. With the baby. Their baby.
Now Ron sat beside her, protecting their uncertain future with his strong loving hands.
A medi-witch appeared to take the baby for evaluation by a specialist. Handing the infant over, Ron whispered more words of encouragement; Hermione heard him this time.
“Be strong, my little one.”
Once alone, Ron buried his head in Hermione’s lap, repeating, as if in prayer, “Be strong, be strong,” until she fell asleep.
Hermione stirred when the witch reappeared with the baby. “The healer will be in to see you in a moment,” she said handing the child to Hermione.
“Please, tell me.” Hermione begged.
The witch smiled kindly, “Don’t fret - the news is good.”
“Thank you,” Hermione sobbed, “thank you.”
Hermione looked down at the bundle in her arms, crying her first tears of joy since giving birth. She noticed a familiar black cord peeking out of the folds of the blanket. Pulling carefully, she was amazed at what she’d found hanging from its end.
It was the talisman she had given Ron years before - a small stone with a bold upward arrow engraved into it. It was an Ancient Rune - a symbol of bravery and victory over adversity. It symbolized what he was to her - a brave and steadfast warrior; she had never seen Ron without it.
“I thought Rosie could use the luck,” Ron admitted sheepishly as he watched Hermione holding his necklace aloft.
“Rose was always lucky,” she said cupping his cheek. “She and I both are - we have you.”