I Loved Her First

From the first breath she breathed
When she first smiled at me
I knew the love of a father runs deep
Someday you might know what I'm going through
When a miracle smiles up at you

At nine months pregnant, Luna was much as her mother had been. Slowly walking around, arranging this and that in the house. She too had taken the Muggle birthing classes. She said it was because she wanted to be able to use the Muggle ways if she had to, but Xeno suspected it was because she wanted to feel closer to her mother at a time like this.

Hearing the muffled sounds of shouting, Xeno opened his door, wondering if Luna had somehow fallen and needed help. As he leaned out the doorway, he heard the middle of a conversation between his daughter and his son-in-law.

“…Ow! Hey, why did you push me Luna?”

“Well, you kept telling me to push, so I thought you wanted to fall down.” She said simply.

“But you said your labor started!” Rolf said in confusion.

Once Xeno heard this he started to chuckle as he went to the couple’s room to grab Luna’s hospital bag. As he went down the stairs he could hear the rest of their conversation, one that was much like the one he and Sola had had some 30 years ago.

“Yes I am in labor. I thought it was rather odd that you wanted to fall down at a time like this…” Luna said calmly as she waddled over to the fireplace.

“I didn’t want to fall! In those Muggle classes they said that the dad was suposta encourage the mum to push when the labor started.” Rolf said as he got up off the floor.

“Yes, but we have to get to the hospital first. Unless you wanted to deliver your own child…that could be interesting I suppose.” Luna said, tilting her head in consideration before wincing as another contraction hit.

“No! Hospital! Hospital is fine!” Rolf yelled out frantically as he grabbed the floo powder.

A day and a half later, Rolf only fainting three times, two new souls came into the world. One, looking much like a male version of Luna, was held by the amazed new father. The other baby, crying fiercely, was held by a proud grandpa.

Just as it had happened 30 years ago, Luna sat up and held her hands out, tilting her head towards the baby her father held.

“I, Luna Opa Scamander name this child. I name him Lorcan for the fierceness of his soul. I name him Galen, so that he may learn control. I name him Scamander, for his father.” Luna said solemnly, using the naming ritual of their Atlantean ancestors.

“So I see this child. Lorcan of the fierce soul, Galen of the calm temper, and Scamander, for he is my son.” Rolf replied, sealing the ancient naming practice.

Handing the newly named son back to his grandfather, Luna again held out her hands for her second son.

“I, Luna Opa Scamander name this child. I name him Lysander for his heritage to the moon. I name him Alvis, so for the wisdom that he may gain. I name him Scamander, for his father.” Luna said, following the age old ritual yet again.

“So I see this child. Lysander of night lit soul, Alvis of the olde wisdom, and Scamander, for he is my son” Rolf replied, sealing the ancient naming practice once more for his second son.

As he watched the old right being repeated for a new generation, Xeno smiled. Sola would have loved her grandchildren. As she was a part of Luna, she was a part of them too. Xeno decided that he would teach the grandchildren of their spell-weaving grandmother when they were older, so that they may know of their Atlantean ancestry.

And, of course, he would spoil them rotten. They were his grandchildren after all.

I loved her first

A/N: Much thanks to the wodnerful ulyferal. Thanks to her, my fics now have a lemonly fresh beta smell!

A/N: Other stories by me can be found at my LJ under myene 01, at any of the Sycophant Hex archives, the fanfiction .net archives, and at the hpfandom .net archives. At and at My LJ will have all my fics, the other archives are spotty.

This story is based on a song by Heartland. The song lyrics are the Italic text.