*3 Weeks Later…*

My phone pulsated by my head, causing me to wake up from my deep slumber. I grabbed my phone and turned my alarm off and then rolled over, lying partially on top of Harry. I glanced over at his beautiful sleeping face; his long lashes fluttering as he blinked the sleep away.

“Hi,” I whispered, a small smile on my face.

“Hello,” he grumbled, squinting his green against the morning light that shined in through the blinds.

I rolled over on my side and scooted as close to Harry as my 7-months-pregnant belly would allow. I kissed softly along his jawline, up his cheek and on the corner of his mouth. He turned his head and lazily kissed me on the nose.

“We gotta wake up, sweetie. We’ve got to see the baby,” I whispered in his ear before softly nibbling on the lobe.

“It’s already that day, is it?” he mumbled, turning his head to the other side.

I kissed and nibbled a trail down his exposed neck, reaching his sweet spot right above the crook of his neck, causing him to quietly moan. I stopped abruptly and sat up.

“Come on, we’re going to be late,” I said, shaking his shoulder violently.

Harry grabbed my wrist and pulled me to his chest.

“Hattie isn’t going anywhere for another month and a half. Let’s just…” he leaned in and connected our lips in a deep, passionate kiss. My hand snaked up to his hair and I intertwined my fingers in his messy curls. He traced my bottom lip with his tongue, asking for entrance into my mouth, but I wouldn’t allow it. I pulled his curls, hard, causing him to pull away from my face, a hurt expression on his sleepy face.

“We’ve got to go. Maybe later,” I said with a wink before I pushed off of him and got out of bed.

Harry rolled out of bed, grumbling under his breath. He wasn’t much of a morning person. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Harry followed closely behind.

“Wanna shower together?” he asked with a smirk.

“Yeah, but only because you take too long and we’re running a bit behind, but no inappropriate touching! We have places to be, Harry,” I scolded him as I undressed.

He rolled his eyes and nodded as he slid his boxers down his narrow hips. We stepped into the roomy walk in shower and began to bathe ourselves.

*2 hours later*

The waiting room smelled nice, like lilacs, and there were a dozen or so other pregnant women at various stages of pregnancy sitting in the large room with Harry and me. Harry was holding my hand, his palms sweating. I knew he was full of a mixture of emotions. He was going to see his daughter for the first time. I lightly squeezed his hand, which caused him to glance at me, and I smiled at him. He smiled back half-heartedly. I leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Are you excited to see Hattie?”

He nodded and squeezed my hand.

“Michelle Clayworth,” a short, brunette lady called my name from the door that led to the doctors’ offices.

I stood up, dragging Harry to his feet along with me.

“Here we go,” I whispered to him as we started making our way back to my doctor.

-Harry’s POV-

The short brunette led us back to a room with a weird machine attached to a monitor in it and assisted Shelly climb onto the upright bed. The lady left us alone to wait for Shelly’s doctor to come in. I glanced at Shelly and she smiled at me. She could tell I was feeling a hurricane of emotions. This was the first time I was going to get to see my daughter. I was excited and scared and nervous and sad, sad because I should have seen her at least 5 times now. I stood beside Shelly and grabbed her hand. She squeezed my hand again.

The door opened and a tall, handsome, grey headed man walked in with a clipboard in his hands.

“Hello, Shelly. I see we have a different accomplish with us this time around,” he said, glancing in my direction.

“This is Harry. He’s the father, the one that was on tour,” she said with a smile.

The doctor nodded with a smile in my direction.

“Ok, Shelly, lift up your shirt, you know the drill,” he said as he rolled a stool up between Shelly and the machine. He turned on the machine and the monitor as Shelly lifted her shirt to expose her swollen belly. I smiled. I loved seeing her belly, but she kept it hidden. The doctor pulled a pair of gloves on and then pulled a tube of something out of a rack on the side of the machine. He squirted a clear liquid onto Shelly’s belly, which caused her to flinch.

“You would think as many times as we’ve been through this process, I’d be used to the cold by now,” Shelly said with a laugh. I smiled at her and squeezed her hand.

The doctor grabbed a weird wand thing and began to rub the weird jelly stuff over Shelly’s belly.

”Now, if you look at the screen you’ll see the baby’s head,” the doctor said as he stared at monitor.

I glanced in the same direction and sure enough, there on the screen was the big head of my daughter. My breath caught in my throat. She was beautiful, even on a sonogram. I could tell she had my nose but she mainly looked like Shelly. I couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear. I was going to be a father and this was my beautiful. I glanced at Shelly and she leaned up and wiped my face.

“Why are you crying?” she whispered. I hadn’t even felt the tears fall down my face, but when I reached up to my face, sure enough, there was a wet stream of tears running down my face.

“Because our daughter is so beautiful,” I croaked quietly. Shelly grabbed my head and pulled me to her, our lips crashing in a joyful kiss.

Notes

Sorry for the long wait for an update. I had a bit of writer's block. Anyway, I think I'm getting close to wrapping the story up. There will probably be about 2 or maybe 3 more updates and it'll be done. I hope you've enjoyed the story thus far and I hope you enjoy this chapter :)