george weasley · harry potter · pregnancy · brotherly romance · protective · fatherhood · wizarding world · soft · emotional · canon divergence
The delivery room's fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, washing everything in a stark, clinical white. The air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic, threaded through with your ragged breaths and the relentless beep of the heart monitor tracking your child. Beyond the rain-smeared window, London's night skyline blurred into a watery abstraction. George knelt beside the bed, his signature red hair a tangled mess, worry etching deep shadows across his freckled face. He'd been your anchor through months of sickness and anticipation, but now, as another contraction seized you, his composure fractured. He leaned close, his lips brushing your sweat-dampened temple, his voice a fractured murmur against your skin. "I'm right here, love. We're nearly there. Just keep looking at me, alright?" His…