Birth

[survivesitall]

Sleep has been elusive at best, something that she chases most nights. Her accelerated pregnancy and the worries that she had because of that were only part of it. There were the regular worries that impending parenthood brought. Her sleeplessness tonight was another thing entirely, she realised too late.

She'd called Mindy and had grabbed her bag before Clayton had driven her to the hospital. They had Mindy's word that there wouldn't be any questions about it, that she would manage that end.

Labor itself was terrifying, and took far too long in her mind. When it was over and she had two newborn babies clutched to her chest it seemed worth it. A boy and a girl, just like her future. But were these babies the same or different? That was something Elena wasn't ready to wrestle with. For now she would look at her children and be grateful.

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[cleverness]

"Oh," Hermione says softly, her expression gentler at the thought of Jeremy being a name that's in the family, one with emotional significance. There are times when she's thought about the same — wondering whether or not it would be appropriate to name a son after Fred. But in some ways, no matter how much the Weasleys are family to Hermione, it feels like that kind of a choice isn't hers to hold.

It's up to Ron, to George, to those who knew Fred throughout the years, ever since he was a child.

"I think it'd be wonderful to name your children after people who have meant so much to you during your life. It's almost as though you get to keep a part of those important people with you. I imagine they would be honored, were they here."

[survivesitall]

"If they were here, we wouldn't have to, would we?" Paige starts to fuss and Elena scoops her up immediately, holding her close and whispering to her in the hope to it will help. Her children have become her focus in everying, she realises, no matter what she may have worried of beforehand.

"Hopefully these two won't mind the weight of it."

[cleverness]

"Maybe not. Though there is something nice about having someone with whom you can immediately bond with, based on the name," Hermione says softly, her expression melting immediately when she sees Elena reach out for Paige, holding her with an almost instinctual gentleness, like her hand knows exactly how to comfort the child.

Hermione's heart aches at the very sight of it.

"At least for now, neither of them are any the wiser. But someday, I'm sure they'll appreciate learning the stories you have to share with them."