HaBL CHAPTER 17Rose sat on her hospital bed looking at the small bundle in her arms awestruck. There he was, her little baby, the one she carried for nine months.“Well 8 months and two weeks.” The logical part of her interjected, reminding her that she gave birth to him early, but she ignored that condescending tone, instead staring at her son. He was wrinkly, and pink, ten tiny fingers and toes, with light peach fuzz-like hair on the top of his head. Only when a larger hand intruded to brush against her son’s knuckle did she remember that she wasn’t alone and moved her head to watch her husband stare at their son in awe. She smiled at his frazzled look.“When I got that Patronus, I think you took about five years off of my lifespan.” He remarked looking at her. She offered a smile.“Sorry.” She said softly. “Not my intention.”“Tell me…did Teddy screwing up cause you to stress enough to go into labor?”“No.