Requested: Can you do that imagine where jason and Y/N having a baby please ?
I MISSED WRITING!!!
“I gave you direct instructions which you have failed to fall through with.There is no excuse. You have ten seconds to fuck off.” Jason’s voice was stern, terrifyingly calm but underneath was an undying tone of anger for the man and his inability to complete a task.
I knew at that moment he wasn’t bluffing, when was the last time Jason Mccann had ever bluffed? And the trembling man before him obviously knew no better.
Or maybe he did - for he was in this situation after all as a cause of his reckless behaviour. Jason trusted the man with his shipment, directly told him to be here with his guns at seven sharp. Yet here he stood at Nine forty five with no guns and a terrified expression.
Sorry buddy, but you had this coming.
“Please Mr Mccann. You have to understand, I have a family!”
“So do I.” Jason stated, directing his eyes over to me and my swelling belly. “That’s why when I’m told to do something, I get it done. I will not risk not coming home to them for filthy pleasures.”
“It was one time. I-I didn’t mean to!” The man pleaded.
“Last time I checked you don’t place a bunt in your mouth and smoke it on accident.” Jason spat. “That shipment was really important! My client was expecting me to deliver it hours ago but because of your ignorance, I lost an ally tonight.”
“Please Jason-” The man pleaded to which jason lifted a lip and snarled in anger as well as in warning. The man’s eyes widened, making quick to correct his error. “I mean, Mr Mccann. Don’t kill me. Don’t you have a heart!?”
Ooh. Wrong move buddy.
Suddenly, Jason’s lips twisted into an evil grin - one of menacing amusement that was somehow blank but full of meaning all at once. “A heart?” Jason questioned. “I used too.” He chuckled. “But you see, there’s a problem now. My heart was stolen by a beautiful woman who is now carrying my child. It lays in her hands.”
That’s when Jason directed his eyes over to me, a look of love but that stern professional glare shining straight through, informing me that no matter how much he loved me, he meant business. “So tell me baby girl. What do you think I should do?”
A sudden wave of pain rush through me. It was dull but still much noticeable - something I had found was a very common thing in pregnancy. Decided to ignore the flood of discomfort for this really wasn’t a good time to complain about my pregnancy, I glanced around the room finding every pair of eyes burning sternly through my head.
Jason was the first I saw, a look of patient love but professional demeanor. Then the gang members guarding the room caught my eyes next. They all looked on with stern eyes, ready to pounce at the request of my decision, but the man sat with pleading eyes, begging to be spared.
This wasn’t a decision I was appealed to make everyday, so my mind at this point was rushing with thoughts of indecisiveness and fear.
This man had a family to go home to as well as his own gang to run, but over all he did us wrong and disrespected not only our request, but Jason himself. And no one disrespects my husband and gets away with it. I know Jason was giving me the choice to make for myself but deep down, I knew he hoped I’d declare this mans death.
And who was I to upset my husband?
“Kill him.” I spat.
The man’s eyes widened in shock, head whipping from side to side in fear as two guards began approaching each side of his body. “No! No please! Please! Don’t do this!!”
The two members of Bizzle gang roughly gripped ahold of the mans shoulder’s, ripping him up rather aggressively. The man’s cries and screams echoed through the entirety of Jason’s office, who must I say had a large and satisfied grin on his face.
Slowly, Khalil and Za dragged the man away kicking and screaming, yelling profanities of all sorts over his breath. But One sentence in particular managed to catch me off guard, his words burning through me and panging me with worry. A pang that was physically felt as a second wave of pain endured me.
“I hope your and wife and child rot in hell!” and at that moment, I watched as Jason’s face visibly twisted from one of satisfaction to a firing rage.
It was no less than point 2 seconds before Jason had flung his body out of his chair, face red and burning with anger. “Bring him back here!”
And not wanting to anger the boss, Za and Khalil dragged the boy back, holding him down on the chair forcefully. Jason leaned forward, his face mere inches from the man. His once honey eyes presented black and I was honestly scared for the man myself.
Jason snarled, teeth visible as he spat his words. So harsh that they sent shivers down my spine. “You will regret ever meeting me, let alone wishing death upon my family. I may be a murderer but I am a child of god. And so god help me, if they’re going to hell then I’m going with them. Just not going anytime soon.”
Then he smiled, one to send even the strongest of men running. A psychotic, treacherous smile. “See you down there.”
And with a swift movement he had drawn his gun, clicked the safety off and pulled the trigger all before I could blink. The sound rung throughout the room and I flinched ever so slightly at the echo of the shell clattering to the ground.
The sight before me had bile rising up my throat, pooling in my mouth. The sight usually wouldn’t phase me but this pregnancy was making it hard to keep anything down. Blood splattered the room and the mans body lay lifeless on the seat, a hole of nothing in the center of his forehead with blood oozing down it.
It was all too much and I was found doubling over besides me. My breakfast was fast to exit my body, relieving the nausea’s feeling pooling in my stomach.Though Jason was quick to run over to me, a hand on my back as I began to stand straight again.
“You okay baby girl?” He questioned with a sincere tone. He was used to my constant nausea episodes and found it quite normal that I had thrown up.
But yet again, another wave of pain fell over my body, a burning cramp riding up from my stomach, extending as far as my torso reached. This one was a lot stronger than the last, and I was found once again doubling over, but this time in pain.
A groan of misery was emitted from my throat, a hand reaching up to clutch my stomach. Everyone in the room stiffened, eyeing me with worry as I stood back to lean on Jason’s shoulder.
“It hurts!” I yelled. “Jason it hurts!”
He was quick to grab a hold of my body. He lifted both my arms, wrapping each around his neck with both arms around my waist to stabilize me. His eyes held worry with a glint of fear - something you never saw Jason feeling. “What is it baby?” He frantically asked. “What’s hurting?”
It took everything in me to muster up the words “M-My stomach! It hurts!” I Groaned. “I think I’m having c-contractions.”
Jason’s eyes widened as he glanced down at my stomach. He had read the pregnency books I asked him to read after a litle begging but none the less still asked, “What does that mean?!”
That’s when It hit me, and I began announcing the words we had been waiting to hear ever since the day I found out I was pregnant. “I think I’m going into labour!”
Just like Jason’s, everyone’s eyes largened, and I almost wanted to slap them for just staring at me while I groaned in pain.
“Well don’t just stand there, do something!”
And then everyone was off. Jason began instructing the gang to start up the car and grab my hospital bag from upstairs, a few rushing around to follow Jason’s orders while others proceeded to cancel all jason’s meetings for the rest of the day.
But Jason instead stood by me, his forehead leant against mine with his eyes closed.
“I’m scared.” I announced.
Jason licked his lips, lifting a hand to caress my face. “It’s okay baby girl. Just breath.”
“But I’m not ready.” Tears brimmed my eyes and I felt like I was about to colapse right then and there.
Jason shook his head. “Shh.” He cooed. “You’re ready. More than ready. You’re going to do great. Just think about it, in a couple of hours were going to be right back here, but this time with a beautiful baby girl.”
I chuckled. “Boy.”
“Baby, It’s a girl.”
“I think It’s a boy.”
Justin shook his head, a smile present on his face. “It’s going to be a girl. I can feel it.”
There was a few more seconds of smiles before I once again groaned in pain, lighting everyone back to the situation at hand. Jason opened his eyes, looking down at the bump then back to me with excitement. I just wanted to kiss him, hold my baby in my hands and never let go.
I would give anything to hold Jimin's baby hands just once in my life😪
*soft gasp* Jimin’s cute tiny adorable hands are what fuel my entire life. I would be able to die in peace if i could just hold his hand once. I have super super tiny hands so I can completely understand his struggle. And I just love love love his chubby little pinky finger ;-;
I know people have said this before, but your take on reaper76 is perfect. Not only are their fucked-up faces canon perfect, but the way reaper tells 76 he wants them to just have peace is heart wrenching and EXACTLY WHY I SHIP THIS SO HARD.
maybe it wasn’t the smartest decision she’s ever made but it was too late to back down now especially since she had already convinced herself to have made remi a ‘random’ little bento box since she couldn’t continue on with her day worrying that he hadn’t eaten anything for lunch. in all honesty, it was just a lame excuse to be able to see him without looking weird. the petite brunette hummed happily as she wandered down the busy streets of the town the bento box and an ice cold water bottle in case his had gotten warm or he had run out, a sigh left her lips hoping she wasn’t being too overbearing but she couldn’t help but worry at times. after a few minutes of walking, oriana had finally reached her destination; the dance studio. the butterflies in her stomach began to act up but she tried her best to ignore them as she made her way inside the place, it didn’t take long to find where remi was practicing since she had been here a few times before to help him with some of his youtube videos. the small statured female inhaled nervously as she stepped into the room hoping she wasn’t disturbing anything as she clutched on to the bento box a bit tighter than before, “r-remi-ssi?”
This year, you’d decided, you wanted to give Jungkook something really special. Something he would never forget. Something that only you could give him, and no one else could.
This wasn’t the same as a designer t-shirt or a video game (both of which you had, admittedly, chosen to give him anyway). And you settled on something perfect. The idea did frighten you when you thought about it too much, but it also filled you with joy when you thought about how happy it might make your boyfriend.
You were determined, this year, to give Jeon Jungkook your virginity. You’d done plenty of research beforehand, and were feeling rather confident in your abilities.
Your breathing hitched and your grip on Harry’s hand grew stronger by the second. The pain below your pelvis was excruciating and the more you attempted to take breaths to relax, the more it hurt.
The lights above were blinding as you were rushed into A&E. You heard Harry’s voice mix with the hurried doctors while you laid painfully on the gournay, holding your stomach with your other hand.
“Baby, baby, please tell me something,” you panted, lifting your head from the pillow. “Anything, please.”
Harry ran along the side as you were pulled down the hallway. He held on tight, never letting you go once. “You’re going to be okay, my love,” he breathed. “You’re going to be fine.” He kissed your forehead before you laid back down. Your head was hazy and your body was becoming numb.
“Sir, you’re going to have to wait out here for now,” the nurse instructed, pushing Harry back while they escorted you through the red, lit double doors.
“But she’s not due for another 4 weeks,” Harry questioned, frustrated on the wait.
He had been prepared, he had always been prepared for what was to come but how could this be? You weren’t due for nearly a month and here they were, the doctors informing him that you were ready to go into labor.
“Pregnancies are unpredictable, Mr. Styles,” the doctor began, sticking his pen into his coat pocket. “Your wife is not in any position to do a natural delivery, we are going to have to bring her into surgery.”
“Surgery?” Harry repeated, hoping he didn’t hear what he did.
The doctor nodded. “If you follow Melanie here, she’ll lead you to your wife’s room and she’ll give you some proper dressing for the surgical room.”
After dressing himself in the given pieces of clothing, the nurse led him to your room where he found you laying asleep on the bed. Your skin was pale and you looked cold despite all of the blankets that covered you. He was quick to come to your side, carefully picking up your hand. He gently brushed his finger along your temple, wiping the drops of sweat that lingered.
“We’ve given her some sedatives to ease the pain,” the nurse informed. “When she wakes, we’ll bring her into surgery.”
Harry didn’t say anything. He just held you. Looking at you, cold and unresponsive, Harry had never been more unprepared in his life. Since the day he had first met you to now, 2 years of marriage, he had learned almost everything he needed to know to make you happy. He knew how you liked to be held, where you liked to be kissed, what you needed during cramps, what you liked to watch when you were sad. He knew every little detail and he would never fail to brighten up your day. But right now, he really didn’t know what to say or do. He just held you and kissed you because that was all he knew of.
“You’re going to be okay, baby,” he whispered against your hand. “You’re going to be okay, Darcy’s going to be okay, and we’re going to go home very soon.”
He watched your eyes slowly flicker open before you shifted your head uncomfortably. You almost laughed at Harry’s gasp as he leaped forward to kiss you.
“Hi baby, hi,” he exclaimed, peppering your face with small kisses.
It kind of hurt to chuckle but you did. He was cute. “Hi,” you breathed.
“You’re okay,” he smiled, resting his head gently against yours.
“I’m okay,” you repeated. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
You looked down, your body beginning to numb again. It’s never hurt like this before, you’ve endured hard kicks and they’ve hurt but it’s never hurt so bad to the point where you needed to go to the hospital.
It was half past two in the morning when the little human inside of you decided she wanted to play football. You hated waking Harry up in the middle of the night, you always found him yawning throughout the day and you’d tell him to take a nap but he never wanted to leave you unattended.
He was so considerate, caring, and always putting everyone else before himself and it hurt to watch him unhappy. He absolutely deserved the world, but the world didn’t deserve him.
“Harry,” you began, weakly. “I’m scared.”
He nodded, holding your hand against his lips. "Me too, but we’re going to get through this, Sugar. We’re going to have a baby,” he smiled, so happily, so ready to be a father. “You’re going to give life to our beautiful baby girl and we’re going to have an amazing life together. We’re going to be a family and we’re going to be so happy, my love. So happy.”
He was always looking for the positivity in situations but sometimes there just wasn’t any. Sometimes, things were just bad.
“You’re doing great, my love,” Harry continued, gripping tightly onto your cold hand. “Just a little while more and you’re going to be a mum.”
He kissed your sweaty forehead while you laid under the bright lights and covered doctors. The nerves in your body had heightened and all you wanted to do was to get up from the table but you couldn’t. Your head began to spin as your body heated.
“H-Harry,” you began. “I ca- I can’t, I want to get up. Are they finished?”
“Not yet, baby, almost,” he brought your trembling fingers against his lips and kissed them as kind as he could. You felt his hand brush along your hair while his warm breath swept across your face.
“No, Harry, please. I have to get up,” you cried, tears threatening to fall.
“No baby, c’mon. I’m here, I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. They’re almost done, they’ve nearly got Darcy out, my love. You’re going to be a mumma, a beautiful mumma. We’re going to do this together and we’re going to have baby girl and she’s going to love you so much,” he bubbled, shaking in his own skin. His hand continued to brush along your forehead as you somewhat calmed in his arms. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I love you so much!”
“I love you too,” you slurred.
The scream fell before you could stop it, the pain below your navel was piercing. The cuts, the blood, you could feel it all. The anesthesia was beginning to wear off and you could almost feel the knife slitting along you.
“Baby, hold my hand,” Harry urged. “Just hold my hand.”
The pressure in your stomach erupted; you could feel the breeze hitting your belly while the doctors shouted for suction. You watched Harry’s eyes peek over the curtain a few times before quickly returning in his seat beside you.
“She’s almost here, keep breathing for me, darling. Scalpel, please,” the OB demanded.
Harry could feel his knees shaking, his first daughter was on her way and he was going to be a dad. He shifted from your side, standing near the OB, watching his glove tug on a small arm. He nearly fainted as he saw the little human.
“She’s nearly here, my love,” Harry gleamed and your heart felt warm again. His hand returned over your forehead and his kiss brushed over your skin.
“Here we go,” the OB announced, finishing the last suctions and bringing your baby girl into the world.
Her piercing wail was not minded but appreciated as the midwives brought a towel around the scrunched up little baby. She was cold and covered as they tried their best to tidy up the baby a bit before handing her over to you. The midwife beside you tugged the cloth over your chest leaving you a bit bare before the tiny human was placed in your arms.
“Here’s your daughter, Mr. and Mrs. Styles. Congratulations,” the midwife marveled.
Harry brought his hand over his mouth as he watched you carefully take Darcy in your arms. She was here, she was here.
“Oh my God,” you croaked, surprised at how light she was. You held her cautiously, careful not to disturbed any of the wires that were attached to you. Her wailing slowed and bubbles fell from her pink, beautiful lips. “Hi,” you squeaked. “Hi baby.”
Harry’s lips were trembling along with yours. He leaned down to press a kiss on your temple before resting his head on you. “She’s so beautiful,” he sniffled, gently holding her head. “You’re so beautiful,” he kissed her.
Darcy began to shift and her little head nuzzled under your chin, letting out the softest noise you’ve ever heard in your life. “She has your eyes,” you giggled. Harry chuckled, his eyes sparkling to the two most important girls in his life.
“I love you so much,” he trembled, kissing your lips once again. His tears mixed with yours and smiles filled the room.
You were going to be a mumma. After all those months of burying your nose into the baby books Eleanor had given you, and all those cravings, and the hormones, and the floppy emotions, you were finally going to be a mumma.
But the smiles quickly faded once the beeping on the computer began to rapidly sound. You looked up to Harry and in seconds, the baby was snatched from your arms. He watched the midwives’ faces panic while they were quickly instructed to place the baby under the warmers. The curtains were pulled once again and you heard the OB shout to the other nurses for assistance.
“Can I get a BP please,” he shouted.
“Ninety over sixty,” the nurse replied.
“What’s happening?” Harry called out, holding onto your hand. He glanced between the pacy nurses before returning his gaze upon you.
“I’m cold,” you coughed. “Where’s Darcy?”
“It’s okay, baby. Darcy’s right over there, she’s fine,” he reassured you, bending his knees so his face was right beside you. “They’re going to warm you up in just a second, just keep breathing, baby.” Harry stood up, calling out to the other doctors, “Can we please get some blankets, she’s freezing!”
The midwife quickly came around, tucking more sheets over you but nothing helped; you were shaking in your own skin and you wanted one of Harry’s special cuddles but he seemed so far away.
Your head began to spin and your vision turned into a blur. The lights continued to blind you as they did before and you started to feel lightheaded with all of the noise bursting into the room. Your lungs were slowly closing and it became harder to breathe by the second.
“I’m going to need you to stay with me, darling,” the OB called out.
The midwife came back around to your side, rubbing your arm in attempt to comfort and warm you. Harry heard the suction begin again and his heart began to pound against his chest. His thumb rubbed over your knuckles, continuing to press kisses on your hand while you tried your best to gasp for air.
“Hey, baby,” he nervously smiled. “Hi. You’re going to be okay, I promise. Just talk to me, I need you to talk to me.”
“H-Harry,” you shivered. “Promise me, promise me you’ll take care of her.”
“No, babe, stop. What are you sayin-”
“Harry, please. Let me finish,” you weakly begged. “No matter what happens, you won’t give up. Please, promise me.”
“No,” he angrily stated. “No, you don’t get to say your goodbyes, absolutely not. I’m not promising anything because you’re going to be fine. I’m not going to give up because you’re going to be right there beside me while our little girl’s growing up.” Harry’s eyes burned with tears; he somehow knew what was to come but he didn’t want to believe it. He thought maybe if he kept telling himself everything was going to be okay, it would be true. “Maybe I’m just selfish but so be it; I love you so goddamn much and I’m going to fight for you, I’m going to do whatever it takes for you to stay, baby. I love you, I love you so much and if that’s what makes me selfish, then so be it!”
You weakly smiled with the strength that was left in you. You were fading but you still loved him. Your heart rate slowed, you could feel it but you held on. It became harder to breathe the more you gasped but you held on for as long as you could.
“I love you,” you whispered. “I love you more than you or anyone could ever imagine, Harry Edward Styles.” You tasted the tears that slipped into the corner of your mouth and you watched as Harry’s eyes reddened to the sight in front of him. He leaned down, trying his best to hold back his sobs and pressed a soft kiss on your pale, cold lips.
He pulled away, jumping in his skin when he heard a loud splash at the end of the table. A bright red puddle laid near the OB’s feet and his jaw dropped to the blood splattered all over the floor.
Your fingers loosened and that’s when his head fell back to yours. Your eyes drifting closed and your heart slowing down. “No, no, no, no, baby!” He shouted. “No, open your eyes, c’mon! Open your eyes, please,” he wept over you. Pressing your hand against his cheek, hoping it would somehow bring you back but it didn’t. “Baby.”
Harry thought he was going to be ill before he felt the hands of several nurses pulling him back, “Mr. Styles, I’m sorry but you’re going to have to leave.”
“No,” he held onto you. “No, I’m not going anywhere, I’m not leaving her. I promised her I wasn’t leaving.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Styles but you can’t be in here right now. She’s losing a lot of blood due to a placental abruption. You need to leave, please.”
Anne found Harry sitting on the floor against the wall in an empty hallway. She was meant to meet the three of you back at home where her and Gemma were waiting but when Harry phoned her an hour ago, sobbing his eyes out, she refused to leave him all alone.
He didn’t know where else to go or what to do. There was nothing to do but to wait. He held his head on his knees while breathing heavily and gasping for air.
“Oh baby,” Anne dropped to her knees and quickly wrapped her arms around Harry’s shoulders. “Baby, breathe.”
“Mum, I don’t- I don’t know what to do. No one’s come out for almost an hour now, and no one’s told me what’s going on,” he cried, leaving wet tears to seep through her blouse. His eyes were puffy and his cheeks were red. “She has to be okay, she’s going to be okay. Mum, I don’t- she can’t leave me.”
Anne’s heart broke as her son nearly shattered in her arms. She brought her hand along his back, giving him a soft rub, trying to hush the sobs. “Harry, everything’s going to be fine. She’s going to be okay and you’re going to raise a gorgeous baby girl together. I need you to breath, my love.”
Anne buried her fingers under his curls, hushing him softly before pulling back a few inches. “She’s strong, Harry. You’ve got yourself the strongest woman in the world and you’re going to have many more babies after this. But right now, she needs you to be strong for her, baby. You’re going to have to fight and get through this.”
The familiar face of the OB finally stepped out of the surgical room after a few more hours of waiting in the hall. A few strong whispers were exchanged between him and the nurse before a heavy sigh tumbled from his lips.
Harry sprung up to his feet, pulling Anne behind him as he rushed over to where the OB stood. “So?” He eagerly pushed. “H-How is she? Can I see her now?”
The OB’s face dropped; his eyes falling to his feet and his arms falling to his side. He slowly removed his eyeglasses before pinching the bridge of his nose, taking a shaky breath. “Mr. Styles, your wife, she- she had a grade three placental abruption,” he began. Anne’s jaw dropped, bringing her hand over her mouth.
“I know that already,” Harry quavered. “Is she okay? The nurse said she’d be okay.”
“Mr. Styles,” the OB continued. Harry could feel Anne’s grip tighten on his arm but he ignored it. “Your wife lost a significant amount of blood in a short amount of time and we were unable to revive her. She expired an hour ago, I’m sorry.”
These words just kept falling but Harry refused to believe it. The warmth running through his veins was quickly replaced with ice and he suddenly, slowly, painfully felt his world falling apart.
“No,” he shook his head in denial. “No, not my baby. No, you’re lying. Tell me she’s going to be okay!”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Styles,” the OB repeated.
“No! Stop telling me you’re sorry and tell me my girl’s okay!” Harry snapped, trying his best to keep his voice down.
“Harry,” Anne quivered.
Before he knew it, he pulled his arm from his mother’s grasp and his clenched fists collided with concrete wall. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He screamed. “No, you’ve got the wrong girl, please. You’ve made a mistake, she’s not dead,” he sobbed, bringing his face into his palms. His knuckles were drowning of blood as he weakly slid down against the wall. “She’s not dead. She’s not dead,” he repeated. “She’s not dead.”
He sat there, numb to his surroundings, in the pink room where Darcy’s basket was parked. He could almost hear the soft breaths and bubbles that slipped from his baby girl’s warm lips as he stared blankly at the ground.
You were gone. You, the absolute love of his fucking life, was gone and there was nothing he could do. You were the reason he rolled over in bed in the morning, the reason he sang in the kitchen while cooking your favorite meal, the reason he loved living, the reason he wanted to go forward. During his 23 years of life, he was never sure about anything; music decisions, curtain colors, what to do tomorrow, what to say, who to trust. But one thing he was one hundred percent sure of was you. You were the steady part in his life and you were the one who held him together when everything else seemed to be falling apart. You were simply you and he loved everything about that. The fights, the bickers, the love, the hugs, the talks, everything was gone.
He hesitantly stood to his feet, his heels treading the floor as he made his way over to the little baby. The love you two had shared and made laid quietly under him and it hurt like hell to know you couldn’t see this too.
He leaned down, both hands gripping the edge of the basket before taking a shaky breath. “Hi,” he hummed with pink eyes. “I’m your daddy. I, uh- I was hoping the first time I had a proper chat with you, your mumma would be by my side but I guess things don’t always go as planned, huh?” He sniffled, tears begging to fall again while he brought his thumb to rub his nose. “I’m going to love you so much, baby. I’m going to take care of you and you’re going to be happy, my love. That’s what your mumma would have wanted,” he smiled.
“You’re so stubborn,”you giggled. Harry’s head whipped around to the sound of your voice and he saw you. He saw you standing with your hands slipped in the pockets of your little red dress. “I love that about you.”
He shook his head, he didn’t believe it. “But I don’t get it,” he puzzled, his eyebrows furrowing into place.
“Get what, baby?”
He didn’t come near you but he just stood, numb, as if he’s forgotten how to walk. “This. Why this? This wasn’t suppose to happen.”
He watched you slowly make your way towards him, taking your one hand out of your pocket and reaching for his cheek. He felt you. He felt you. He didn’t know if this was a dream but he didn’t care.
“I know, but it’s what happened,”you smiled with watery eyes.
He shook his head again, his eyes drifting closed, leaning deeper into your palm. “I don’t want to do this without you, I can’t,” he whimpered. “I’m not going to be a good father. I need you.”
“Do you remember Niall’s birthday party?”You asked, softly brushing your thumb along his cheek.“We were loitering in the parking lot and the plan was to go to the bar next door and keep the party going.”You continued to smile, a tear slipping from your eyes.“But you said we couldn’t make it because I had work the next day and you had to get me to bed.”
He smirked to the little memory, “Yeah and you were pissed.”
“Oh yeah,”you chuckled, slowly nodding your head.“But that was when I knew you would be a great father, my love.”
The tears couldn’t hold back even if he tried, he wanted you to stay with him. He needed you so much. His body felt weak again as he felt your fingers brush along his forehead, fixing the little strand of hair that fell out of place. “Please, come back to me,” he cried. “Please don’t leave me.”
“I don’t have a choice, baby.”
You wiped the tears that streamed down his face and watched as he cried in your arms. It broke your heart. You couldn’t do anything, you couldn’t hold him, you couldn’t be the big spoon for once, leaving him in comfort. You couldn’t do anything but watch.
“You’ll always have me, Harry. I’ll always love you.”
I’M SHAKING MY LOVES, WHAT IS GOING ON? I HONESTLY CAN’T FEEL ANYTHING BECAUSE I’M ACTUALLY TEARING. Oh my God, I’m sorry.
There you have it, lovelies! I can’t do this right now, I have to go CRY. I love you so much.