"Of course I’m here, Hermione. You didn’t think I’d sit in the waiting room all night and not get to see my goddaughter first thing in the morning, did you?" The dark-haired witch, with her own rounded stomach, plopped down onto the hospital bed and all but snatched Gwyneira from Hermione’s arms.  "Sweet Salazar," she murmured, snuggling the baby close, "she’s a vision of beauty."