Hermione was silent for a long while, the annoying monitors beeping and grating on her nerves some more. With each beep, she thought about her unborn baby and how Loki had no idea she existed. Smoothing a hand over her rounded stomach, she knew a decision had to be made, and quickly. Ginny was right, of course. Loki should be here with her, not just because she loved him, but because this child was his too. Perhaps, if they hurried, he could make it in time for her birth. Sighing heavily, she nodded and squeezed Ginny’s hand.