When I wake up my face is practically glued to the skin on Harry's arm. My hands stayed tightly folded around his while I was sleeping and nothing appears to have changed when I look at his face. He's still in the same position as he was when I stepped into the room, but it looks like someone might have come in to change his bandages. I hadn't noticed the cuts on his knuckles until now. When is he going to wake up?

As gently as possible I let my fingers brush across his cheek, lingering on his jaw and under his lip. They ache for his hair, and as soon as the curls are between my fingers an audible sigh leaves Harry's mouth.

"Hi," he whispers. My heart almost stops before it starts pounding violently. My eyes are wide, all movements completely stopped while I try to decipher whether or not I imagined that. After a moment he slowly turns his head towards me, leaning his face into my still outstretched hand.

"Harry?" I ask quietly. His mouth lifts on one side and for the first time in three days I finally feel like I can breathe. "Oh my gosh, Harry."

"Hi, beautiful." His perfectly raspy voice is music to my ears, and slowly but surely he opens his eyes, beautifully green irises that I've come to center my world around.

"Don't ever do that to me again," I whimper, my throat tight and tears already falling down my cheeks. His smile falters and he closes his eyes again. "I was so scared."

"I'm fine," he says.

"I didn't know that for the last three days. Then I get a call telling me you're in the hospital and unconscious and...Damn it, Harry, I've never been that scared in my entire life."

"Baby," he whispers, squeezing my hand. "I'm okay, everything's fine."

"You're not fine. You had your spleen removed and most of your skin is purple or cut open."

"They took out my spleen?" he asks. He looks down at his abdomen and frowns. "That can't be good."

"You think?"

Harry sighs and looks at me again. "Savannah, relax. I'm okay."

"What the hell happened?" I ask. "You disappeared."

"The day I left your place was when I was supposed to get out," he explains. I lean against his bed and he removes his hand from mine so he can touch my face in the soothing way he always does. "It was actually pretty simple. I thought I was fine, but then when I left these guys grabbed me and...I'll spare you the details." He grimaces. "They weren't too happy, let's leave it at that."

"You're so stupid," I mutter. He smiles.

"I know."

"I'm really mad at you."

"I know."

"I love you," I whisper, leaning my face into his hand.

"I love you so much." His thumb swipes across my wet cheek. "Baby, it's over."

I nod and finally let myself break down. The tears are endless while I sit there and sob beside Harry, no regard for who can see us or how ugly I look right now. Harry is okay, we can finally put all of this behind us. So much anxiety and relief and happiness and frustration mixed into one emotion that isn't even processable. Harry just lets my cry, comforting me as best as he can with his limited ability to move.

"Love, please stop crying," he says quietly. "Everything's fine, we're going to be fine."

"I know," I whimper, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. "It's just...it's been a stressful few days."

"How's number two doing?" he asks. I laugh a little as his choice of words.

"None of my pants fit," I admit. "I had to take out the maternity clothes."

"That's amazing!"

"No it's not! I'm getting fat, Harry."

"Not fat," he argues. "Just rounder."

"You're such a dork," I laugh, relishing in the feeling. Getting the frustration out and seeing Harry...I feel like now we can finally start living our lives like normal people would. "It took longer last time to start gaining weight. My body is officially going to be wrecked."

"Stop," he says, closing his eyes. "You're perfect."

"You should sleep, you big liar." He places his hand back on the bed, right over mine. "I'm going to call Niall and tell him you're awake and check on Sophie."

"Tell him to bring Soph," he says tiredly. "I want to see her."

"Visiting hours don't start for another hour and a half, but I'll ask him to come then."

"You're here, why can't Sophie be?"

"They didn't even want me to stay. I had to throw a minor tantrum and lie and say you were my husband."

"Well I'm going to be, so it's not really a lie."

My heart flutters and I can't help but smile. Marrying Harry is something I've dreamed about for so long, something I never honestly thought we'd get to. Now it really does seem like it's a possibility, especially when he's so sure about it.

"Get some sleep," I tell him, standing up. "I'll be right back."

"Okay," he agrees. "You'd think having an organ removed would mean less work and not being tired, but I feel like I could sleep for a week."

"Having the shit beat out of you might do that."

"Hey," he says, pointing a finger at me with his eyes still closed. "You should see the other guys."

I just laugh and shake my head, a somewhat proud smile on Harry's face. I begin to stand up, beginning to let go of Harry's hand until he stops me. He tugs me towards him weakly, mostly relying on my own movements.

"Kiss me," he says quietly, opening his eyes again. "I would have done it already, but I'm a little immobile at the moment."

Acting like it's a chore and not something I've been wanting to do since the moment he opened his pretty green eyes I lean down towards him. He tilts his chin up to meet my lips and in the background I notice the beeping on the machine monitoring his heart rate pick up. My lips tug into a smile and he sighs as I stand back up.

"Damn machine," he mutters. "See what you do to me?"

Mine's doing the same thing. "I'll be right back, okay?"

"Okay," he breathes, already slipping back into sleep. My eye linger for a moment for extra assurance that he's actually here and okay, then I step into the hall and walk towards the cafeteria, my phone already held to my ear.

"Hello?"

"He's awake," I exclaim, already smiling. "He's talking and everything."

"That's such a relief," he says. "How is he?"

"We haven't spoken to a doctor yet but he seems alright. He's pretty bruised up, but he should be fine. How's Sophie, is she awake yet?"

"Yeah, and she's bloody confused. She's asked me the same question eight hundred times and-" he pauses and I hear something fall. "Soph! No, no come here. Want to talk to mum?"

"Niall? What's happening?"

"Mummy?"

"Hi, princess," I coo, sitting in one of the chairs. "How are you?"

"You go away like Daddy?" she asks sadly. I can practically hear the tears coming.

"No, no sweetie, I'm with Daddy right now. Niall's going to bring you to see us soon, okay? But you need to be good for him first and eat some breakfast and get dressed. Can you do that?"

"Okay Mummy," she says sadly. "Then I see you?"

"Yes, Soph, of course. I'll see you real soon. Can you give to phone to Niall?" When he's back on I continue. "Is she okay?"

"She thinks you guys are gone for good," he explains. "When can I take her there? She's so sad and it's making me want to cry and I don't cry."

"Okay," I laugh. "Come in like an hour and you should be okay. It'll be a little early, but we'll convince them. Make sure she has a sweater or something because it's starting to get cool outside."

"Okay, see you soon."

After I've gotten myself a decaf coffee and a bagel from the cafeteria I have to refrain myself from literally running back to Harry's room to make sure he's still there. The nurses seem a little disgruntled with my presence, but I could not care any less than I do at this moment. Harry is awake and that's all I can think about. For once I feel like everything might actually be okay.

On the way back there's a stand with magazines, and I decide to take one of the pregnancy related ones so I can brush up on my pregnancy facts. I've done this once, but who knows what it's going to be like this time? Might as well re-learn everything so there's no surprises.

Harry is sleeping when I get back, peaceful as ever and not a hair moved since I left. My eyes want to linger on his face, but I force myself to read the magazine instead of obsessing. He's not going to spontaneously disappear while I'm sitting right here. Also, pregnancy is gross. I remember reading some of this stuff the first time around and it doesn't get any easier to learn the second time. There's so much you forget because all you can focus on afterwards is the little baby you get out of it. Now I'm feeling a little bit of dread; the last pregnancy wasn't exactly an easy one.

When there's a knock on the door I set the magazine down. A doctor opens it and Sophie comes running in heading straight for me without waiting. I lift her onto my lap and she sits on her knees, her hands on either side of my face.

"Hi Sophie," I whisper.

"Mummy bad," she says sourly. "No go away."

"Did you miss me?"

"Yeah," she whines. "Ni-Ni make yucky pancakes."

"They were not that bad," Niall says, following the doctor into the room. "I eat them all the time."

"Yucky," Sophie repeats. "Daddy pancakes better."

"Do you miss Daddy?" I ask, smiling when I realize she hasn't even noticed Harry yet. She nods and plays with my necklace. "Do you want to see him?"

"Yes!" she squeals.

"Turn around, baby."

She looks behind her and her face just lights up, then turns to a grimace as she takes in the appearance of her father. Bandages and cuts and now his eye is actually swollen and purple instead of the discolouration it had a few hours ago.

"Ew," is all she says. I laugh and Niall leans against the wall a little behind me.

"Thanks for everything, Niall. Really, I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been there."

"I'd do anything for you guys," he says simply. "I'm just glad everything's okay. How are you feeling?"

"I'm alright. I need to get some fruit or something in me," I realize.

"I can get it. Ivy didn't eat much so I'll get her a yogurt or something."

When Niall leaves I finally notice the doctor. He had stayed in the room, looking at Harry's chart and checking some things on the monitor on the other side of the bed. After a few minutes he turns towards me.

"Has he been asleep long?"

"He was awake for about ten minutes maybe an hour ago, but he's been asleep since then," I tell him.

"I'm going to need to wake him up." I nod and the doctor places his hand on Harry's shoulder. The childish expressions that cross Harry's face make me smile, and immediately when his eyes open he turns towards me and Sophie. The slight scowl turns to a lazy smile when he sees Sophie.

"Hi Angel," he says, his voice raspy from sleeping.

"Daddy look funny," she says, looking at him but shrinking further into me. He laughs and holds his arm out.

"She probably shouldn't sit with you," the doctor intervenes.

"Doctor, do you see how cute she is?" Harry asks.

"It's Dr. Robins," he says. "I was one of your surgeons. You've got a fairly substantial wound from the surgery, so you're going to need to let that heal before she sits on you."

"Can she sit beside me?"

"Harry, stop giving him a hard time," I laugh. He sighs and just waits for an answer. The doctor just laughs, flipping a page on his chart.

"You must be Savannah," he says, looking at me.

"Yeah, that's me."

"One of the nurses has informed me you two are expecting a baby. Congratulations."

"Yeah, can my kid sit on the bed or what?" Harry asks. Dr. Robins gestures for me to do whatever I'd like and the triumphant smile on Harry's faces as I lift Sophie onto the bed is almost too childish.

"Careful, okay?" I ask Sophie. "Don't touch Daddy's tummy."

"What dis?" she asks, poking the bandage above his eye. Harry winces and my hand flies to my mouth.

"That's an owie," Harry explains. "Don't touch that, okay?"

"You look funny," Sophie says. Harry smiles.

"I know. I missed you, Angel."

"Daddy come home?" she asks, sitting on her knees and peering up at him. He smiles.

"Soon. I have to stay here for another day or two," he says, brushing his fingers gently through her curly hair. Home. Does that mean mine or his? Obviously I'll take care of him while he's still recovering, but after that?

The doctor goes about checking Harry's bruises and other wounds. Sophie looks curiously at times and at others hides in Harry's arm or covers her face with her hands. Harry doesn't seem too bothered, until the doctor lifts his gown to look at what must be a disgusting cut form the surgery. Sophie starts crying and Harry grimaces, his face paling as he stares at it. I lift Sophie and she hides against my shoulder; she hides while I peer over the blanket to look. There's an incision about the length of my middle finger on the side of his abdomen, all stitched up neatly. Not so neatly, however, is the thick light yellow liquid mixed with a little blood that seems to be oozing out of every inch of it. It's gross, yes. Cringe-worthy, maybe.

"Being a mother has toughened you up," Harry says, looking up at the ceiling. "You used to gag when I came home with bloody knuckles."

"It's not that bad," I laugh. "A little pus never hurt anyone."

"Babe," Harry groans. "That's such a gross word."

"Don't be such a baby."

"Good thing you can handle it," Dr. Robins says as he changes the dressing. "Someone's going to need to change his bandages after he leaves the hospital."

"I think I'll manage." I'm surprised the pregnancy isn't making me throw up. One time when I was pregnant with Sophie Harry burped and I was running for the bathroom. "How often does it need to be changed?"

"Twice a day for the first seven days, then once a day until the stitches come out."

"When will that be?" Harry asks.

"Probably about ten days from now." He finishes with it and covers it back up. "This kind of wound is easily infected, so make sure you ask whatever questions you need to when I show you how to do it."

"Okay."

He asks Harry a bunch of questions and tests for a concussion, which he doesn't seem to have. Thank goodness. Most of his damage seems to be bodily, and the doctor doesn't seem to think he'll have much problems. He'll be bed-ridden for the next day or so to begin the proper healing of his ribs and to make sure his incision doesn't rip open or anything.

"I'll be back in a few hours to check the incision again. If you need anything just hit the call button for one of the nurses."

"Thank you," I call as he walks out of the room. "That wasn't so bad."

"You weren't the one being poked and prodded like a test subject." I just laugh while Sophie fiddles with my necklace again. Then Harry snaps his fingers. "Oh wait, I forgot. Those lady doctors have to poke around your-"

"Harry!" My cheeks heat and he chuckles. "Don't be so...annoying."

"Good one, babe."

"Shouldn't you be sleeping or something?"

Notes

he's okay:)
pus is gross. i would just like to point out that if this was my boyfriend/husband, he would be changing is own bandages. yucky.

we're probably more than halfway through the story :) couple more things to happen then we'll wrap her up. we might make it to fifty chapters, but we shall see. i think thatd be nice since the first one was fifty chapters.

anyway. keep commenting :) i might update again tonight if i get lots of responses :)