Six years later.

Harry's POV

"Harry, this is ridiculous."

"Sweetheart, it's not. You've been feeling like shit for two weeks, it makes sense to make sure everything's okay," I tell her, turning into the parking lot for the doctor's office and Savannah sighs.

"This is stupid."

I laugh to myself and ignore her constant grumbling while we walk inside. Our house gets awfully quiet during the day with both our kids in full days at school, but it also makes it easy to do stuff like this. When Savannah was throwing up when I got home from dropping them off I called the doctor and dragged her into the car. No one throws up every day for two weeks and is perfectly healthy.

"This is stupid," Savannah said again when we sat in the waiting room. I put my arm on the back of her chair and she folds her arms. "I'm fine, I'm not sick."

"Then what's the problem in getting a checkup? Ease my mind."

"You need to stop worrying so much."

"Savannah? The doctor is ready for you," the nurse said. We stand up together and before I can ask if she wants me to go with she takes me hand and pulls me along. After her blood pressure and other tests are done for the paperwork the nurse disappears.

"Have you ever had sex on one of these?"

I look at her and laugh. "What?"

Savannah shrugs. "I wonder if the doctor-"

"Savannah Williams," Doctor Hill says as she walks in. She smiles at me and Savannah presses her lips together to preserve a smile. "Nice to see you. Hi, Harry."

"You don't need to acknowledge him. He dragged me here against my will."

"Why did he do that?"

"I've been a little nauseous."

"A little?" I ask her. Savannah rolls her eyes. "She's been puking for the last few weeks."

"Any other symptoms?"

"I've been a little tired."

"When was the last time you had your period?"

At that question both of us fall silent. The doctor looks to both of us for an answer and my mind starts to race. That can't be the cause of this, can it?

"I'm not pregnant," Savannah says. "I can't be. That's not possible."

"With your medical history I know it's highly unlikely, but we should rule that out first before we do any further testing," she explains. "I'll just take a blood sample and we should have results soon if you'd like to wait."

So she takes the blood sample and goes off to do her thing. When the door is closed Savannah laughs to herself and shakes her head. The laugh doesn't sound humorous and it doesn't seem like either of us knows what to do.

"I can't believe I didn't realize I skipped my period," she says. I stand in front of her.

"You have?"

"Yeah. Maybe even twice."

After we had Miloh the doctors told us that Savannah's uterus had undergone so much stress that it would be nearly impossible for us to have another baby because of the damage. It was sad, but we were happy with the family we already had and we didn't give it a whole lot of thought. Six years went by so fast and we never thought we'd be here again.

"What are we going to do?" she asks.

"We're going to find out if you're pregnant. After that we'll figure it out."

"I never really thought about wanting more kids. I just assumed we wouldn't be able to so I made myself be okay with not having the option. Two kids is busy enough, though. Now I can't imagine having three."

I placed my hands on her cheeks to make her look at me, anxiety making its way through her expression. "Don't stress about this, okay? If you are pregnant then we'll have another baby and it'll be great. We'll be fine."

"Okay." She nods and takes a breath. "Okay."

I kiss her forehead and stay there in front of her, holding her hands and watching the anxiety work itself through her mind. No matter what I say she's going to worry, so she might as well get it out of her system so she can be happy if we do find out that we're pregnant. Another baby...that would be insane. I love babies, it was so sad to watch Miloh turn into a child and knowing we wouldn't get to have a baby again. But I'd gotten used to it, convinced myself that we didn't need another baby.

"You're too old for a baby," she says eventually.

"Excuse me?" I laugh. Thirty-five isn't that old.

"Just saying. I'm still in my prime but you're closer to forty than-"

"Careful, love." I smile at her and move a little closer. "I'll prove to you pretty quick how young I am."

"Calm yourself, Mr. Styles."

"Don't call me old then, Mrs. Styles."

She laughs and hugs my middle, hiding her face against my chest. After a while the doctor comes back and Savannah holds tight to my hand while she tells us the results.

---

6 months later

Savannah's POV

"Don't forget to pack those chocolates," I tell Harry. "If we get to the hospital and there's no chocolate I'll kill you."

Harry laughs and puts a few more things into the bag before wiggling the chocolates in the air. I smile when he sets them on top of my pajamas and rub my hand over my swollen belly. Miloh comes running in and jumps onto the bed, sitting on his knees next to me and putting his little hand on it too.

"Careful," Harry said to him. "I'm going to go put this in the car, okay?"

"Sure." He winks at me and brushes his hand over Sophie's hair as she passes him in the doorway. She crawls up to my other side and sits criss-crossed next to me, staring at my stomach.

"Did you feel that?" I ask Miles. He giggled. "Someone's kicking."

"Does it hurt?" he asks. He peers at me with his big green eyes- Harry's eyes - and I smile, brushing my fingers through his wispy dark hair.

"No. It doesn't hurt." I turn to Sophie, who was still staring. "You okay, Princess?"

"Remember when you had Miloh?"

I nod. "Some of it."

"I asked Daddy about it and he said that you had some problems, right? What if you have problems again?"

I sighed and held my arm out so she could sit under it. She leaned her head against my shoulder. "The doctor says I'm fine. I don't have the problem I had when I was pregnant with Miloh. I'm going to the hospital today so they can help me and make sure everything goes okay. I'm going to be perfectly fine, okay?"

She nods and puts one of her hands on my belly, too. I've gotten a lot of touching this time around with two children old enough to understand what's happening. Harry comes back in the room, smiling at the sight of all of us and laying on his side near Sophie.

"Any action?" he asks. Miloh nods his head and Harry grins at him. "Nice."

"I'm bigger than a house," I groan. "When do we have to leave? I'm ready to get these babies out of me."

"Two babies, right?"

I nod to Miles. "Yeah. Two babies."

When Harry and I were at the doctor's office all those months ago I didn't even believe I was pregnant with one baby, let alone pregnant with twins. We went from not having the possibility of having more kids to finding out we were going to double what we already had. Twins. Terrifying.

"We should probably go soon," Harry says, looking at his watch. "Mum should be here soon and then we'll head to the hospital."

"Why can't we come with?" Sophie asks. "We'll be quiet, I promise."

"Daddy will be with me while we're there and it could be a long time. As soon as there are some babies Nan is going to bring you too see us, okay?"

Sophie looks at Harry, forever the one who says yes to her pleas. Harry's eyes soften and he looks at me, then back at her. He wants to say yes because she's his baby and he always wants to say yes to her, but he knows this isn't something we can compromise on.

"Sorry, Angel. You have to stay here with Nan."

"Okay." She sighs. Harry gets a pained look on his face and stands up, lifting Miloh off the bed with a groan.

"Let's get downstairs. We all know it'll take Mum at least an hour."

Our children giggled at Harry's teasing and he takes my hand to help me up. Manoeuvring with one baby is a lot easier than two; I thought I was large with Miloh but this is a whol other level of huge.

"Ready for this?" I ask him. He smiles and puts his hands on my stomach.

"So ready."

---

"Okay, I need you to push again. Hard this time, one more push," the doctor said.

So I did. I pushed as hard as I could and fought the intense urge to scream while I did. A few seconds later I heard cries of a baby. I heard Harry let out a laugh mixed with crying and squeeze my hand.

"She's perfect," he says. "Baby, she's so beautiful."

"Is she okay?" I ask through my tears. He nods and kisses my forehead.

"You have a few minutes and then contractions are going to start again," the doctor says as he placed baby number one on my chest. Her cries fill the room but I don't care about that or that she hadn't been cleaned yet. Ten tiny fingers and toes and a perfect little nose and just like our other kids I know she'll have Harry's green eyes.

"Hi baby," I whisper. Then she's gone again and I feel more pain in my stomach.

"Time to start pushing!"

---

"I still don't know how you did it." Harry shakes his head as he peers down at one of the twins. "I thought having one baby was amazing."

"How are we going to handle two babies?" I ask, laughing a little. Harry stands and places the baby he's holding in her little hospital basssonette and sits on the bed beside me. "Girls. I thought for sure we'd get boys."

"Imagine two teenage girls at the same time," I mutter. Harry frowns. "Good luck with that."

"Me? We both have to deal with that."

"Yeah, but we both know that I'm going to be the cool, fun mom and you're going to be the crazy, overprotective dad that can't accept his daughters becoming women."

"Gross, no one is becoming women," he says. "They'll be babies forever."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," I laugh. He walks around the other side of the bed and takes the baby from my arms to put her next to her sister. I make room for him next to me and settle in against his side, his arm around my shoulders. "I'm really tired still."

"That's probably fair."

"I love you." I look up at him and he smiles. "Insanely a lot."

Harry laughs. "I'm insanely a lot in love with you, too."

"Good." He kisses my lips, my cheek, my forehead and I close my eyes when he pulls me against his chest again. "When's your mother coming?"

"She should be here soon. I called her while the nurse was in here."

"I hope Soph wasn't too worried. She seemed kind of upset yesterday."

"I talked to her, she's okay. She wants to come see you, but she's fine."

"Good."

"What are we going to name those babies, Savannah?" he asks. I laugh and he sighs. "One name was impossible enough."

"I have one idea." He nods and fiddles with my fingers. "Skyler."

"I like that a lot," he whispers. "Which one gets it?"

I laugh. "I don't know, but you can decide that and what the other name is. I've done more than my share of the work."

---

"Miles, no more jello. No, come on, put it down," I tell him, pointing to the tray. "You already had three."

Sophie takes it from him and sets it on the tray, smiling at me as she goes back to Anne's side. She's sitting in the chair holding one of the girls and Harry's got the other one. Miloh hasn't been too interested in the babies. He likes the jello better.

"Which one is this again?" Sophie asks. She touches the baby's head and I smile.

"That's Skyler," Harry says. He looks down at the baby he's holding. "And this is Ella."

"They're all girls," Miles says, scrunching up his nose. "What about boys?"

"Sorry, little man. I don't think there's any boys coming," Harry says to him. Miloh frowns. "Sisters are fun too, though. I had a sister."

"Plus, you have your cousins. Jackson will play with you, and Oliver."

"Oliver is in Cawifna."

"You'll be fine," I assure him. Harry smiles at me and sighs. "We're all going to be fine."

Notes

i think i might do some one-shots. of when theyre all older and stuff. if i do that do you guys have any suggestions? i'll only do the ones that you guys suggest so you get what you want :) leave comments and i'll get them on here asap!!
not ready to be done with these guys yet.

thank you all for reading <3