she is so gorgeous

anonymous asked:

Harry talk- Anne, Robin, and Gemma coming in to meet persephone for the first time.(maybe even a scene that could happen in the future labor story!)

A part two to this Harry Talk request.

Harry walks in behind the missus’ parents, a grin on his lips as he hears the coos escape their mouths, closing the door behind himself as his mother and sister huddled on one side of the bed and his mother and father in law stood on the opposite side of the bed. His step-father stood off at the end of the bed, leaning on the frame, to allow the immediate family and blood-related grandparents to fawn over just how precious the little baby was tucked up, and snoozing peacefully, in the crook of her mother’s arms. Completely unaware, in her post-birth sleep, that she had more people falling in love with her as the seconds went on. Unbothered by the coos and the gentle touches being applied to her head and her tiny hands that had broken from free the swaddle she’d been wrapped in on arrival after being checked and cleaned by the helpful midwives.

“Congratulations, son,” Robin grins, clapping Harry on the back once he made his way to an empty space around the bed, a bigger smile forming on Harry’s lips as he wrapped his arms around his step-fathers frame, resting his chin on his shoulder, “she’s a little beauty.”

“She’s got her mother to thank for that,” Harry chuckles, looking over at his wife, who’s staring down at the baby and dragging a curled finger down her little rosy cheek, “definitely thanks to her mother.”

“She’ll be a mix of the both of you, I can tell already. She’ll have her mother’s beauty but your charm. Your personality,” he gives Harry a squeeze before pulling away, “go show her off. She’s yours to be proud of.”

And as Robin situates himself down on the bed, beside the missus’ feet, Harry’s snuggling between his own mother and the missus, perching down on the mattress and throwing an arm around his wife’s shoulders, pulling both of his girls in close and planting a soft but loving kiss to her temple. Fingers splayed out over her shoulder, whilst his other cups his daughter’s head, thumb brushing over her little tufts of light brown, and slightly blonde, hair. Listening softly to Anne and Gemma, and Michal, as they took photos and whispered between themselves with tears in their eyes and smiles on their faces as they praised and complimented the scene in front of them.

“She is an absolute beauty,” the missus’ mother coos, leaning over to press a kiss to her forehead and cupping a knee that was covered with the thin sheet, “she’s so gorgeous, sweetheart. She looks so much like you when you were born.”

“Well done, you,” her father adds, shuffling behind his wife to press a kiss to her temple, “Harry told us everything. You’re a trooper. We’re so proud of you.”

“It’s just unbelievable to think she’s finally here,” the missus grins, looking between her parents and the baby set in her arm, “we’re parents now. She’s not just a bump. She’s our baby. Our daughter. We’re no longer just husband and wife, we’re parents alongside that,” she adds, looking up at Harry and nudging her nose into his chin, “thank you.”

“For what? You did all the hard work, Gorgeous.”

“Without you,” she whispers, gulping thickly down her dry throat, “without you, we wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t have had all the support I needed. Thank you for just, you know, being the best person to have by my side during this entire thing. I can’t think of anyone better to have as my husband.”

And, as much as he didn’t want to get choked up, because he’d already cried enough over the last 24 hours, he feels his bottom lip wobble and a tear dribble down his cheek.

“I should be thanking you,” he whispers, “for bringing our daughter into the world. For carrying her for 9 months, going through the body changes and the hormones as well as the mood swings and not being able to do much around the house,” he smiles, his hand squeezing her shoulder softly, “for being the best wife I could ever, ever ask for. You’re everything I wanted and so, so much more.” xx