Who: Alicia, George, Angelina more people as it goes on. What: Ali has been on bedrest for two weeks, babies refuse to stay in much longer. Where: Ali and George's house in Hogsmeade When: During the night between Saturday 25th and 26th of July. Warning: Possibly graphic?
It was honestly only because it seemed like she was too breathless for it to be normal that Alicia noticed that labor had started for real. Her contractions had been fairly mild and since they'd started very distanced apart and very gently, she had not put two and two together yet.
She had taken a bath to relax and had sent off Freddie to spend the day at Fleur and Bill's house, having been offered a break from their toddler. In the past two weeks, both grandmothers had been spending time at Ali's to help out, but having Freddie away from home wouldn't set off Alicia's mom brain at all times.
Since Oliver and Mandy's wedding, two weeks before, Ali had been confined to her bed, except for bathroom needs and it was starting to irritate her. She liked to do what she had to do on her own and not having anyone to answer to, but this was for the best.
Now, they both knew she wouldn't make it to her due date, but she complied to give her daughters a chance and now she was 36 weeks pregnant and laid on her side, eyes wide open. She could barely breathe as an other contraction hit her and she realized they were about 15 minutes apart now.
Damnit.
"George.. get Angie." Alicia said sharply, reaching behind her to tap her husband's arm. "George.. come on.. Angie."