13. Flagrate

The break was short, but it was long enough for James to release Lily's grasp of the thin material of his shirt. He placed his hand in hers, ready for another bone breaking squeeze.
"We just have the shoulders left, Lily. Alright? Not long now!"
Lily nodded, continuing to pant. As her uterus tightened in a contraction, she gave another almighty push, squeezing James' hand, pushing, groaning, sweating, and...

release.

She felt the large occupant of her uterus expel. It was a release that brought easy breath into her lungs as she caught her breath. A few moments later the crying began. "Congratulations, it's a boy," the healer said, passing the slippery infant up to his mother.
Hot tears ran down Lily's face as she looked into the green eyes of her son. They were her eyes. "It's a boy. It's our Harry," she said to James, who picked his wand up and walked towards the window. He slashed his wand through the air, writing an announcement in fiery letters for those who were waiting for word of their child's birth.

Harry James Potter, born July 31st