-2 Months Later-

*Harry’s POV*

I felt a hard smack on my back, jolting me awake. I glanced over at Shelly to see that she was holding her stomach and breathing heavily.

“What’s wrong?” I croaked, sitting up like she was.

“I think it’s time,” she whispered through silent tears.

I jumped up and started gathering her things and getting dressed all at the same time. Hattie was coming! I got Shelly’s bag packed in record time, then rushed to her side and helped her to her feet.

“Can you make it to the car?” I asked as she tried to put her slippers on.

“I….think so,” she breathed.

I grabbed her bag and led her out the door and down to my car.

4 Hours Later…

Niall, Zayn, Liam, and Louis sat slumped in various chairs in Shelly’s hospital room while I paced up and down the small room, waiting for Shelly and our daughter to come back into the room. Shelly didn’t want me in the delivery room with her and it was killing me. What if she wasn’t ok? What if Hattie isn’t ok? What was taking so long?

“Can you please sit still, Harry? You’re making me nervous,” Louis called sleepily to me.

“I can’t…I’m worried,” I mumbled, turning to make another lap.

“Calm down, Hazza. Everything’s fine. It always takes a while to deliver a baby,” Zayn said, trying to reassure me.

Despite my friends’ efforts to calm me down, I literally could not. I just wanted Shelly and Hattie to be rolled through that door, both in perfect health. I took a deep breath and turned for yet another lap when the door opened. I froze in place as Shelly’s doctor walked into the room.

“Did everything go well?” I asked my voice 2 octaves higher than usual.

Just then Shelly was rolled into the room, looking exhausted with a bundle of blankets in her arms. My face split into the biggest grin of relief.

“Want to see your daughter?” she asked tiredly with a great big smile on her tired face.

I nodded, words seeming impossible to make, and shuffled over to Shelly. She handed and bundle to me and I took it, looking for the first time at my daughter. She was beautiful. She looked almost exactly like her mother, except she had my curly brown hair. I beamed down at my daughter and began to cry tears of joy.

“She’s beautiful,” I croaked, glancing at Shelly.

“Of course she is. She takes after her mother,” Shelly replied with a wink.

I chuckled before I leaned down and kissed Hattie’s forehead. I couldn’t help but feel an ultimate joy. Despite everything that happened, Shelly and I were happily together and I had our daughter in my arms. I couldn’t help but be excited to be a family. I could feel that life was going to be sweet. I smiled down at my daughter once again, the content, joyful feeling settling into my body.

THE END

Notes

Sorry for the long wait. I was busy and I had bad writer's block, but here it is, the final chapter. I know I said there might be 2 chapters, but after I wrote this, I was content with it being the ending. Sorry that it's short, but it says a lot in a few words. I hope you liked my story :)