I've got another request for ya! How bout this: Harry and the missus have like 2 or 3 children but they're all boys. Harry really wants to try for another child in hopes of a girl and has to convince the missus.
Hope you guys enjoy this one!
You’d just gotten home from dropping off the kids at school, and all you wanted was a few hours of peace before you had to go pick them up again. Having three kids was exhausting, but even more so when they were all boys who were constantly hitting eachother. So you savored every moment of silence you could possibly get.
As you dropped your keys on the counter, you were surprised to see Harry still standing by the coffee pot.
“Took the day off.” He yawned, turning around and smiling with a hot mug of coffee in his hand.
“Want some coffee? I bought the one you like.”
Normally you would’ve said yes, but being in the mood you were today, you only grumbled a ‘no’ and went to lay on the couch.
It took a few minutes for Harry to come check on you, since he was afraid you might blow up at him if he said the wrong thing. You were scary when you were angry.
He tentatively sat on the couch, lifting your legs to lay them over his lap and noticing your eyes were closed. Not even his shifting caused you to stir, making his eyebrows furrow in concern.
“You okay, baby?” He asked, keeping his voice quiet in case you were asleep.
“Just tired.” You mumbled, snuggling deeper into the little pillow you’d moved under your head.
He sighed, knowing the conversation he planned for that day would most likely not go over well.
“Get some sleep, love. I’ll stay right here.” He mumbled, carefully leaning over to press his lips to your cheek.
Your eyes focused on the clock on the wall as soon as they opened. 3:45.
Crap, the kids! I slept through pick up time!
You shot up from your position on the couch, noticing Harry was also sitting in the exact same spot as when you fell asleep.
“Harry! I forgot, the kids were supposed to be picked up at-”
“Shhh, don’t you worry, baby. I picked them up on time and dropped them off at my mum’s for the weekend. It’s just you and me for a few days, how does that sound?”
You couldn’t help the sleepy smile that spread across your face at this thought. The younger you would’ve had many more bed-involved fantasies about this weekend, but the only one you thought of now was sleeping. With your youngest son being just over a year old, getting a full nights sleep was rare.
“Can I go back to sleep?”
He chuckled at your question, then patted your legs in approval. Within seconds, you were asleep again.
You woke up the next morning to the unmistakeable smell of bacon. You’d ended up in your bed somehow, and figured Harry must’ve carried you from the couch.
As soon as you went down the stairs, you could tell something was up. Harry was showered and dressed already, and fidgeting nervously while he set the table. Definitely unusual.
“Good morning.” You smiled from the hallway, making him jump. He chuckled and walked over to you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“Did you sleep alright? I was a bit worried; you were so tired yesterday.” You could tell by his eyes that he meant every word- your exhaustion the day before had him worried sick.
“I feel better, it just gets tough with the kids sometimes.” He nodded in understanding, taking your hand and leading you over to the table.
Taking a glance at the food around you, you couldn’t help being amazed that Harry had done all this on his own. Without burning himself.
Pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fruit covered the table, making you wonder how many people he thought he was feeding. It was only the two of you, but he had enough food for an entire army.
You ate in comfortable silence, exchanging little smiles and hums in enjoyment. Harry wrapped up some leftovers, and cleared his throat nervously.
“There’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about- uh… Let’s go sit on the couch, yeah?” He took your hand and led you to the couch, settling you in close to him.
Your heart was nearly beating out of your chest in anticipation. It was all starting to make sense: he took the day off yesterday, got the kids out of the house, and managed to cook breakfast; he definitely wanted something. And it must’ve been a big deal if he’d gone through all that trouble.
“Come on!” You giggled, watching him nervously run his pointer finger under his bottom lip. The truth was, you were just as nervous as him.
Worry took over, and you grabbed his hand to gently intertwine your fingers and raise it to your lips.
He sighed, running his free hand through his hair and turning to face you more directly.
“You know… You know how I’ve always wanted a baby girl?” His voice was quiet, and he couldn’t meet your eyes.
You nodded, still somewhat oblivious to where the conversation was headed.
“I was just thinking, like, maybe we could try again? For a daughter?”
Your mouth fell open in shock, and you stared at him in disbelief.
“It’s not… It’s not because I don’t love the boys, because oh god I love them to pieces, sweetheart. You know it’s always been my dream- and I really want this.”
You were staring down at the floor, slowly trying to take all the information in. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want a baby girl in the family, but the thought of adding another kid to the mess was almost unbearable.
“Please, say something.” He begged, tilting your head up and forcing your eyes to meet his.
Honestly, you were speechless. There was just no way that having another baby was a good idea.
“I just… I don’t really think I’m on board, I’m sorry.”
His face fell, making your heart shatter. He really wanted this.
“I’ve always wanted a little girl too, believe me, it’s just… Life is so crazy as it is and having another baby, Harry, I don’t think I can manage.”
He nodded in understanding, and you didn’t realize how tight he’d been squeezing your hand.
“You saw how tired I was yesterday, I know I can’t handle another child. I’m not super-mom.”
He shook his head immediately, almost appalled at your words.
“You are super-mom. You’re incredible. And you’re so exhausted because I haven’t been able to help, and I am so, so sorry. But our schedules are changing and I’d be around so much more; we’ll do this together.” He rambled.
You didn’t want to admit it, but Harry was slowly changing your mind. It was like a battle between being realistic or caving in to something you’d both wanted all your lives.
“I don’t think I can go through labor again.” You laughed half heartedly, remembering the crippling pain and anxiety that had occurred during the births of all three of your sons.
“Yeah, I’m not sure my hand can handle it either.” He joked, making you laugh at remembering how tight you’d squeezed his hand. You literally left bruises. Although Harry was busy, his promise was that he’d never miss the birth of his child, and he always kept it. All three times, he’d been there allowing you to leave purple fingerprints on his hand.
“I don’t know…”
He was biting his lip, almost panicking at how he could convince you. He wanted this more than anything, and you knew that, but it didn’t seem like the realistic thing to do.
But when did you and Harry ever do anything realistic? Your whole life was like some crazy dream.
“But what if it’s a boy? Won’t you be upset?” You muttered, knowing it was fully possible you wouldn’t be able to give him a girl.
He took your hands, forcing your eyes to meet his again.
“Then I will love our baby boy just as much as I’d love our baby girl. Because no matter what, we made that baby together. Just one last try, please.”
His eyes were watering by now, the thought of finally having a baby girl was making his heart ache. He watched you hesitate, holding his breath.
More than anything, he wanted you to be comfortable. Although he’d literally begged and it seemed like he’d stop at nothing, he wasn’t going to upset you for not wanting the same thing he did. He loved his little family, and as much as he wanted a little girl, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if you felt differently. He’d get over it.
A wide smile spread across his face as you nodded, smiling as well.
“Okay, let’s try again.” You giggled as Harry pulled you up off the couch, crushing you to his chest and kissing your head.
“Thank you, y/n, thank you.”
“No, thank you, Harry. So.. How about we get started?”
A few months after your discussion, you found out you were pregnant. Both you and Harry were ecstatic, but you couldn’t help being nervous that the baby wasn’t a girl. Of course you’d love your child no matter what, but if you didn’t have a girl now, you never would.
You and Harry agreed that knowing the baby’s gender ahead of time was the best idea. You’d have time to prepare; buying clothes and painting the baby’s room.
Today was the day you’d find out.
“It’ll be okay. Boy or girl, we’re both going to love the baby.”
Harry’s words from earlier ran through your head, somewhat calming your nerves as you sat in the waiting room. Harry was there holding your hand, trying to be the tough one, but you could tell by the way his leg bounced up and down that he was more nervous than he was letting on.
Before you knew it, you were laying on an uncomfortable bed with Harry still next to you holding your hand. His hands were sweating just as much as yours, and knowing that you were only a few minutes away from finding out the gender was excruciating.
You were hardly paying attention as a nurse wiped cool gel over your stomach. Something you’d been through three times already, but this would be the last- and if you didn’t hear the words you’d been hoping for, you’d never have a little girl. You’d never have a baby to dress up in frilly dresses or watch princess movies with. And Harry wouldn’t have a daddy-daughter dance at her wedding.
All thoughts were pushed aside as the nurse took a deep breath and smiled.
“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Styles, you’re having a baby girl.”