The Start of Something Beautiful
The Start of Something New
Harry checked the carseat base one last time, making sure it was securely in place and wouldn’t budge. The early July temperatures making him swear as he worked under the sun that had made a surprise appearance. Once he had determined that everything was secure and Darcy-ready, he closed the door to the Range Rover he parked at the entrance of the hospital to go retrieve his girls.
He walked into the room to see Taylor dressing Darcy in a white sundress. Her eyes wide and curious as she looked around the room before looking up at her mother. Taylor smiled down at her daughter, cooing quietly as the little one squirmed slightly.
“Hey there, pretty girl.” She cooed, slipping a ruffled headband over Darcy’s dark whispy hair. Taylor brought the tiny girl to her chest kissing her cheek softly before noticing her husband standing in the doorway smiling at them.
“I see someone’s awake.” He commented walking over to the bed and sliding himself beside her, stroking Darcy’s cheek with his thumb. “Hi beautiful.”
Darcy’s dark blue eyes look at her father in wonder, Harry reaching out a finger for her tiny hand to grip tightly. Tiny kisses were dropped to the newborn’s head as the young family sat absorbing each other.
“Hello, hello.” Taylor’s mother called from the door, rounding the corner smiling at the sight of her new granddaughter.
“Hey momma.” Taylor greeted as she kissed her cheek. Her mom immediately reached for Darcy, cradling her in her trained arms.
Today was their last day at the hospital, leaving the two scared out of their wits to leave. The thought of not having the doctors and nurses to answer all the new parent questions they still had and would have for a while, scared them. Taylor and Harry were still young and had quite a lot to learn.
“Honey, are you okay?”
Taylor snapped from her trance to look at her concerned mother. “Um, y-yeah. Just a little nervous is all.” Harry rubbed her arm comfortingly, dropping a kiss to her head.
“You’re new parents, of course you’re nervous. It’s scary, but such an amazing experiences I was your age when I had you and I was absolutely petrified. Your father treated you like a porcelain doll, never letting anything touch you. It takes some getting used to, having a new mouth to feed, losing sleep, and all that comes with it, but it’s honestly so fun. You two will be just fine.”
Even her own mother’s words couldn’t comfort Taylor in the slightest. Thoughts continued to boggle her mind, her attention only averting when she heard the soft cries of Darcy from her mother’s arms. Instinctively, she reached out for the tiny girl, pulling her close.
“Oh baby, please don’t cry. Shh, mommy’s got you.”
Her cries slowly decreased as she was rocked gently in her mother’s arms, eventually turning into quiet gurgles. Relief spread trough Taylor’s body, contentment settled in Darcy as Harry took her into his arms, immediately falling asleep on her father’s chest. Her breathing was slow and steady, sleeping soundly, Taylor’s fingers ghosting over the soft skin of her face.
Camera clicks were heard and Taylor knew that her mom had once again found her trusty camera. She rolled her eyes at her eagerness to capture everything that happened, no matter the level of significance.
“Y’all are so cute.”
Taylor blushed, snuggling back into her husband’s free arm as he dropped a kiss to her flushed cheek. Click.
“Knock, knock.” Harry and Taylor’s heads snapped up to look at the nurse coming in with a wheel chair. “Alright Mrs. Styles, you are all checked out and ready to go.”
Taylor’s hand gripped Harry’s tightly as nerves took over her entirety, her eyes meeting his showin they both felt the same.
“You’ll be fine sweetheart.” Taylor’s mother comforted, making her relax slightly.
Harry stood and walked over to the frilly pink carrier to set Darcy down gently and buckle her in. She started to stir and immediately Harry wanted to take her back out but stopped himself knowing that if he did, he’d never put her back. Instead, he pressed tiny kisses to the little girl’s face, her father bringing her immediate comfort.
He looked over at his wife still sitting on the bed, her nervousness showing in her eyes and uncertain smile. As much as they would deny it, they were ready for this, they had always been ready.
Taylor’s mother continued to snap pictures of Darcy as Harry helped his wife stand carefully. She winced, sucking in a sharp breath still sore from giving birth as she lowered herself into the wheelchair, Harry kissing her lips tenderly before walking back over to grab the carrier making sure not to jostle it too much.
Finally, they were ready to go home.
Taylor, being pushed by the nurse, kept her eyes trained on the carrier, noticing even the slightest jolt as her husband walked through the hall. Her mother trailed behind carrying the last few gifts that had arrived in her arms.
The journey to the car ended sooner than Taylor liked, knowing that once they walked out of the doors, they were on their own. Her knuckles were the if white as she gripped the handles of the chair tightly.
Harry went ahead of them, opening the door to latch Darcy’s carrier onto the base just like he’d practiced for weeks. Successful with his attempts, he made sure Darcy was still sound asleep before turning back to his wife, wheeling her around to the opposite side and helping her climb in next to Darcy. Harry climbed I to the driver’s seat, looking around before pulling out into the streets of London.
Harry didn’t dare go any faster than thirty-five mph(sorry, I’m American) the entire ride home, scared that Darcy would wake if he accelerated.
“Babe, you can go faster.” Taylor commented from the back seat, eyes closed as her head leaned back on the headrest, an arm draped protectively over the carseat.
“I’m just worried about her.”
“I know.” She comforted, leaning up to squeeze his hand that lay on the console.
Finally, the family arrived home seeing the pink balloons tied to the mailbox and the ‘It’s a Girl’ banner hanging on the door, the work of their mothers, no doubt.
Harry ran around to Darcy’s side, unbuckling her from the carrier and cradling her in his arms. He helped his wife out, threading his fingers through hers as they made their way into the house.
“Welcome home, baby girl.”
He walked into the room to see Taylor dressing Darcy in a white sundress. Her eyes wide and curious as she looked around the room before looking up at her mother. Taylor smiled down at her daughter, cooing quietly as the little one squirmed slightly.
“Hey there, pretty girl.” She cooed, slipping a ruffled headband over Darcy’s dark whispy hair. Taylor brought the tiny girl to her chest kissing her cheek softly before noticing her husband standing in the doorway smiling at them.
“I see someone’s awake.” He commented walking over to the bed and sliding himself beside her, stroking Darcy’s cheek with his thumb. “Hi beautiful.”
Darcy’s dark blue eyes look at her father in wonder, Harry reaching out a finger for her tiny hand to grip tightly. Tiny kisses were dropped to the newborn’s head as the young family sat absorbing each other.
“Hello, hello.” Taylor’s mother called from the door, rounding the corner smiling at the sight of her new granddaughter.
“Hey momma.” Taylor greeted as she kissed her cheek. Her mom immediately reached for Darcy, cradling her in her trained arms.
Today was their last day at the hospital, leaving the two scared out of their wits to leave. The thought of not having the doctors and nurses to answer all the new parent questions they still had and would have for a while, scared them. Taylor and Harry were still young and had quite a lot to learn.
“Honey, are you okay?”
Taylor snapped from her trance to look at her concerned mother. “Um, y-yeah. Just a little nervous is all.” Harry rubbed her arm comfortingly, dropping a kiss to her head.
“You’re new parents, of course you’re nervous. It’s scary, but such an amazing experiences I was your age when I had you and I was absolutely petrified. Your father treated you like a porcelain doll, never letting anything touch you. It takes some getting used to, having a new mouth to feed, losing sleep, and all that comes with it, but it’s honestly so fun. You two will be just fine.”
Even her own mother’s words couldn’t comfort Taylor in the slightest. Thoughts continued to boggle her mind, her attention only averting when she heard the soft cries of Darcy from her mother’s arms. Instinctively, she reached out for the tiny girl, pulling her close.
“Oh baby, please don’t cry. Shh, mommy’s got you.”
Her cries slowly decreased as she was rocked gently in her mother’s arms, eventually turning into quiet gurgles. Relief spread trough Taylor’s body, contentment settled in Darcy as Harry took her into his arms, immediately falling asleep on her father’s chest. Her breathing was slow and steady, sleeping soundly, Taylor’s fingers ghosting over the soft skin of her face.
Camera clicks were heard and Taylor knew that her mom had once again found her trusty camera. She rolled her eyes at her eagerness to capture everything that happened, no matter the level of significance.
“Y’all are so cute.”
Taylor blushed, snuggling back into her husband’s free arm as he dropped a kiss to her flushed cheek. Click.
“Knock, knock.” Harry and Taylor’s heads snapped up to look at the nurse coming in with a wheel chair. “Alright Mrs. Styles, you are all checked out and ready to go.”
Taylor’s hand gripped Harry’s tightly as nerves took over her entirety, her eyes meeting his showin they both felt the same.
“You’ll be fine sweetheart.” Taylor’s mother comforted, making her relax slightly.
Harry stood and walked over to the frilly pink carrier to set Darcy down gently and buckle her in. She started to stir and immediately Harry wanted to take her back out but stopped himself knowing that if he did, he’d never put her back. Instead, he pressed tiny kisses to the little girl’s face, her father bringing her immediate comfort.
He looked over at his wife still sitting on the bed, her nervousness showing in her eyes and uncertain smile. As much as they would deny it, they were ready for this, they had always been ready.
Taylor’s mother continued to snap pictures of Darcy as Harry helped his wife stand carefully. She winced, sucking in a sharp breath still sore from giving birth as she lowered herself into the wheelchair, Harry kissing her lips tenderly before walking back over to grab the carrier making sure not to jostle it too much.
Finally, they were ready to go home.
Taylor, being pushed by the nurse, kept her eyes trained on the carrier, noticing even the slightest jolt as her husband walked through the hall. Her mother trailed behind carrying the last few gifts that had arrived in her arms.
The journey to the car ended sooner than Taylor liked, knowing that once they walked out of the doors, they were on their own. Her knuckles were the if white as she gripped the handles of the chair tightly.
Harry went ahead of them, opening the door to latch Darcy’s carrier onto the base just like he’d practiced for weeks. Successful with his attempts, he made sure Darcy was still sound asleep before turning back to his wife, wheeling her around to the opposite side and helping her climb in next to Darcy. Harry climbed I to the driver’s seat, looking around before pulling out into the streets of London.
Harry didn’t dare go any faster than thirty-five mph(sorry, I’m American) the entire ride home, scared that Darcy would wake if he accelerated.
“Babe, you can go faster.” Taylor commented from the back seat, eyes closed as her head leaned back on the headrest, an arm draped protectively over the carseat.
“I’m just worried about her.”
“I know.” She comforted, leaning up to squeeze his hand that lay on the console.
Finally, the family arrived home seeing the pink balloons tied to the mailbox and the ‘It’s a Girl’ banner hanging on the door, the work of their mothers, no doubt.
Harry ran around to Darcy’s side, unbuckling her from the carrier and cradling her in his arms. He helped his wife out, threading his fingers through hers as they made their way into the house.
“Welcome home, baby girl.”
Notes
I REALLY like how this one turned out even though I ended up writing it at 4 AM. Hahaha.If you have an idea or request, please send it to me! I love hearing what you guys want from this series!
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Stay tuned for part ten: First Night
