The next day's newspapers were filled with flattery about Bobby, FutureTek and various other scientists. Magnus had used his vast network of media groups to promote nuclear fusion and tell all about how much safer it is than the current model of nuclear reactors, all its benefits and how it's harmful even if it's right beside your house.
But he was not worried about any of that as Magnus was at home, feeding Emma some apples.
"I look fat, don't I? I'm ugly now, am I never going to look good again?" Emma started crying.
Magnus rolled his eye and pushed a slice of apple into her mouth. This was an everyday scenario, the mood swings were always there, "Come on, you are as fat as any other pregnant woman. And don't you see mum? She gave birth to me and three more and still looks pretty. Don't worry, once the baby is out, you will get regular messages and instructions from grandma Martha. I assure you, you will be as pretty as ever,"
"Can we have another baby? What if our daughter feels lonely?" Emma asked suddenly.
"At least let the first one come out. I'm sure you won't say the same thing once you are pushing her out." He said.
"What are my favourite couples doing?" Grace returned from her office and sat beside them.
"Just spoiling your son's wife. She's going crazier by the day," Magnus told her.
Emma pouted and hugged Grace's arm, "Huh, how can you be so rude to your wife who is about to further your bloodline? See mum, Magnus so bad,"
Grace bonked Magnus on the head lovingly, "Apologise to your wife,"
Magnus held Emma's hand, "Fine, your majesty, tell me what you need from this humble slave of yours?"
"Polish my nails please, oh, bring the fragrance perfume too." She demanded with no shame at all, prompting Grace to laugh louder, remembering her days of pregnancy.
Magnus, in defeat, did as asked. Funny to think he was not alone. As he sat on the ground beside the couch working on Emma's nails. Clementia and Aurelia sat behind Magnus and worked on hair to form two ponytails. Maximus was tucked beside Grace and reading a book by himself.
"Ah, she moved again," Emma exclaimed, this time in pain.
Magnus quickly stopped to check on her. "If it persists, tell me quickly. The delivery room is ready already."
"Oh, you're such a wuss... I am just... AH! NOT FINE! QUICK! IT'S HAPPENING!" She started screaming all of a sudden as the pain started to kick in.
Magnus quickly lifted her in his arms in a princess carry, Clementia and Aurelia also got lifted as they held onto his ponytail. He apparated from there into Martha's prepared room.
In an instant, Martha appeared. She simply waved her paw and all-important instruments started to fly around in the room. "Disinfect yourself first and... send the kids out,"
This was when he realised the two girls hanging by his back. He quickly apparated and put them beside Grace. He returned and held Emma's hand. "Is it going to pain?"
"Yes, but not as much as Muggle's method. With the use of magic, I can easily help push the baby out. She just needs to keep pushing even if it's just slightly." Martha instructed and started waving her cute small paws over Emma's stomach.
"Push, Emma, push... you can do it," Magnus cheered her.
"Oh shut the fuck up, this is not the time for this generic quidditch crap cheer, just let me hold your hand tight... ARGH! I'M NOT A WEAK WOMAN!" She growled in firmness, holding back the pain from overtaking the mind.
~Damn, I love this girl,~ Magnus thought to himself and let her clench his hands as tight as she wanted. It helped her to push as Martha helped with magic.
"Do you still want another baby?" He asked her teasingly.
She glared at his face and looked him in the eyes, there was a feeling of craziness in her eyes for some reason. "YES! I WANT MORE! But let's wait a few years first,"
"You are one crazy woman, fine. Now push,"
"Just a little more," Martha voiced.
In a matter of 2 more minutes, the wailing voice of the baby resounded as Emma's head fell back on the pillow. Martha quickly waved her paw and cleaned the baby, then wrapped a soft towel around before handing it to Magnus.
"She is one beautiful girl, dear. A mix of both of you," Martha commented.
Finally, Magnus took the little girl in his arms as carefully as he could. He looked at her face, her eyes, she did the same. Some sort of a connection appeared and they remained unmoved.
She had a cute round face, her eyes seemed to be grey like Emma's, but her hair was a lighter shade of silver-blonde, borderline entirely silver. Magnus brought her to Emma, "Look, she's so beautiful. Certainly going to break hearts of thousands of men when she grows up, and I their legs,"
Emma took her in arms. Martha had already used magic to clean Emma off the sweat. The room and she looked as if nothing ever happened in there. She too formed some sort of a link between her and the baby. "I hope Ragnar has a good name for her,"
"I should tell them and bring them over, I'm sure mum and the rest are gathered outside," Magnus suggested and walked to the door. But the moment he looked he saw various faces on the small glass panel on the window, trying to look inside.
He chuckled and opened it, "Everyone, please come in. A new member of the family has arrived in this world,"
Grace entered like the wind and before he completed she was with Emma. Of course, she was the most worried, knowing how complicated pregnancy can be.
One by one, they all saw the baby girl and praised her looks. The little one was also amazed at and curious seeing so many different faces. Then finally, Ragnar came with a paper in hand. "I have come to announce the name I have selected for this little angel that I shall protect with my life."
Magnus and Emma giggled at the theatrics, but they had no doubt Ragnar would indeed protect her with life. Magnus entertained, "Speak then, Rag."
Ragnar walked closer to the bed and lightly tapped the girl's forehead, "Hehe, cute munchkins. Okay, after great thought and planning, I was able to select a few names that shall mean both strength and wisdom.
"But, sadly, most of these names were dominated by male ones, all except one. It is a name famous around the world, yet not many have it. It is a name that has a history longer than all nations and religions of today.
"I proclaim her, Athena Grant Emrys Pendragon, the goddess of war and wisdom. Beauty with a brain and strength to destroy nations. Welcome to the world."
Ragnar announced the long proclamation, but the moment the name was spoken everyone paused and digested it. Everyone who knew about this name thought about it and alternated looking at the baby and Ragnar. Slowly, they started nodding.
"I love it," Emma gave her seal of approval. All that remained was Magnus.
"I approve of it as well. Athena is the most intelligent and wisest of the Greek gods. She was also good at war strategy and giving heroes courage. Athena's special powers included the ability to invent useful items and crafts. She supposedly invented the ship, chariot, plough, and rake. Yes, our little Athena too shall achieve glory... but wait, does that make me Zeus, ugh... I don't go around mating with women dressed as animals." Magnus was disgusted with himself.
Ragnar laughed loudly, "But you sure can do with Animagus... Bwahaha... you can also call lightning. God, you truly are Zeus."
"No, I'm not. Now shut up or my Athena will get scared," He turned back to his girl.
"Ahahaha... now I can't take the images out of my mind." Ragnar was laughing madly. Grace and Adam were holding their laughter, the little ones were confused, Granny Martha was about to bonk.
*BONK*
"Bad manners, don't be horny, Ragnar. Find a girl." She scolded him.
The next day's newspapers were filled with flattery about Bobby, FutureTek and various other scientists. Magnus had used his vast network of media groups to promote nuclear fusion and tell all about how much safer it is than the current model of nuclear reactors, all its benefits and how it's harmful even if it's right beside your house.
But he was not worried about any of that as Magnus was at home, feeding Emma some apples.
"I look fat, don't I? I'm ugly now, am I never going to look good again?" Emma started crying.
Magnus rolled his eye and pushed a slice of apple into her mouth. This was an everyday scenario, the mood swings were always there, "Come on, you are as fat as any other pregnant woman. And don't you see mum? She gave birth to me and three more and still looks pretty. Don't worry, once the baby is out, you will get regular messages and instructions from grandma Martha. I assure you, you will be as pretty as ever,"
"Can we have another baby? What if our daughter feels lonely?" Emma asked suddenly.
"At least let the first one come out. I'm sure you won't say the same thing once you are pushing her out." He said.
"What are my favourite couples doing?" Grace returned from her office and sat beside them.
"Just spoiling your son's wife. She's going crazier by the day," Magnus told her.
Emma pouted and hugged Grace's arm, "Huh, how can you be so rude to your wife who is about to further your bloodline? See mum, Magnus so bad,"
Grace bonked Magnus on the head lovingly, "Apologise to your wife,"
Magnus held Emma's hand, "Fine, your majesty, tell me what you need from this humble slave of yours?"
"Polish my nails please, oh, bring the fragrance perfume too." She demanded with no shame at all, prompting Grace to laugh louder, remembering her days of pregnancy.
Magnus, in defeat, did as asked. Funny to think he was not alone. As he sat on the ground beside the couch working on Emma's nails. Clementia and Aurelia sat behind Magnus and worked on hair to form two ponytails. Maximus was tucked beside Grace and reading a book by himself.
"Ah, she moved again," Emma exclaimed, this time in pain.
Magnus quickly stopped to check on her. "If it persists, tell me quickly. The delivery room is ready already."
"Oh, you're such a wuss... I am just... AH! NOT FINE! QUICK! IT'S HAPPENING!" She started screaming all of a sudden as the pain started to kick in.
Magnus quickly lifted her in his arms in a princess carry, Clementia and Aurelia also got lifted as they held onto his ponytail. He apparated from there into Martha's prepared room.
In an instant, Martha appeared. She simply waved her paw and all-important instruments started to fly around in the room. "Disinfect yourself first and... send the kids out,"
This was when he realised the two girls hanging by his back. He quickly apparated and put them beside Grace. He returned and held Emma's hand. "Is it going to pain?"
"Yes, but not as much as Muggle's method. With the use of magic, I can easily help push the baby out. She just needs to keep pushing even if it's just slightly." Martha instructed and started waving her cute small paws over Emma's stomach.
"Push, Emma, push... you can do it," Magnus cheered her.
"Oh shut the fuck up, this is not the time for this generic quidditch crap cheer, just let me hold your hand tight... ARGH! I'M NOT A WEAK WOMAN!" She growled in firmness, holding back the pain from overtaking the mind.
~Damn, I love this girl,~ Magnus thought to himself and let her clench his hands as tight as she wanted. It helped her to push as Martha helped with magic.
"Do you still want another baby?" He asked her teasingly.
She glared at his face and looked him in the eyes, there was a feeling of craziness in her eyes for some reason. "YES! I WANT MORE! But let's wait a few years first,"
"You are one crazy woman, fine. Now push,"
"Just a little more," Martha voiced.
In a matter of 2 more minutes, the wailing voice of the baby resounded as Emma's head fell back on the pillow. Martha quickly waved her paw and cleaned the baby, then wrapped a soft towel around before handing it to Magnus.
"She is one beautiful girl, dear. A mix of both of you," Martha commented.
Finally, Magnus took the little girl in his arms as carefully as he could. He looked at her face, her eyes, she did the same. Some sort of a connection appeared and they remained unmoved.
She had a cute round face, her eyes seemed to be grey like Emma's, but her hair was a lighter shade of silver-blonde, borderline entirely silver. Magnus brought her to Emma, "Look, she's so beautiful. Certainly going to break hearts of thousands of men when she grows up, and I their legs,"
Emma took her in arms. Martha had already used magic to clean Emma off the sweat. The room and she looked as if nothing ever happened in there. She too formed some sort of a link between her and the baby. "I hope Ragnar has a good name for her,"
"I should tell them and bring them over, I'm sure mum and the rest are gathered outside," Magnus suggested and walked to the door. But the moment he looked he saw various faces on the small glass panel on the window, trying to look inside.
He chuckled and opened it, "Everyone, please come in. A new member of the family has arrived in this world,"
Grace entered like the wind and before he completed she was with Emma. Of course, she was the most worried, knowing how complicated pregnancy can be.
One by one, they all saw the baby girl and praised her looks. The little one was also amazed at and curious seeing so many different faces. Then finally, Ragnar came with a paper in hand. "I have come to announce the name I have selected for this little angel that I shall protect with my life."
Magnus and Emma giggled at the theatrics, but they had no doubt Ragnar would indeed protect her with life. Magnus entertained, "Speak then, Rag."
Ragnar walked closer to the bed and lightly tapped the girl's forehead, "Hehe, cute munchkins. Okay, after great thought and planning, I was able to select a few names that shall mean both strength and wisdom.
"But, sadly, most of these names were dominated by male ones, all except one. It is a name famous around the world, yet not many have it. It is a name that has a history longer than all nations and religions of today.
"I proclaim her, Athena Grant Emrys Pendragon, the goddess of war and wisdom. Beauty with a brain and strength to destroy nations. Welcome to the world."
Ragnar announced the long proclamation, but the moment the name was spoken everyone paused and digested it. Everyone who knew about this name thought about it and alternated looking at the baby and Ragnar. Slowly, they started nodding.
"I love it," Emma gave her seal of approval. All that remained was Magnus.
"I approve of it as well. Athena is the most intelligent and wisest of the Greek gods. She was also good at war strategy and giving heroes courage. Athena's special powers included the ability to invent useful items and crafts. She supposedly invented the ship, chariot, plough, and rake. Yes, our little Athena too shall achieve glory... but wait, does that make me Zeus, ugh... I don't go around mating with women dressed as animals." Magnus was disgusted with himself.
Ragnar laughed loudly, "But you sure can do with Animagus... Bwahaha... you can also call lightning. God, you truly are Zeus."
"No, I'm not. Now shut up or my Athena will get scared," He turned back to his girl.
"Ahahaha... now I can't take the images out of my mind." Ragnar was laughing madly. Grace and Adam were holding their laughter, the little ones were confused, Granny Martha was about to bonk.
*BONK*
"Bad manners, don't be horny, Ragnar. Find a girl." She scolded him.
