~One screwed up month later~

If there was one thing Louis was good at, it was ignoring pain, except for this one. The laps around the house weren't easing it at all and he was afraid to try climbing into the tub, as he'd get stuck and end up drowning more than likely. Stopping for the fiftieth time, Louis groaned loudly. "OK, so that's not a fucking Braxton Hicks.. that was re - .." He gasped, grabbing onto the counter when the pain hit him again. Shit, their daughter wanted to meet them.

Quickly grabbing his overnight bag, cell phone, and shoes, he headed for his Honda. Right as he slid behind the wheel, another contraction hit, tears springing to his eyes as he sped to get to the hospital, breaking the speeding limit and luckily, not running across any cops.

"Need my husband," Louis croaked out when he made it to the right floor. Out of breath, he held up a finger for the nurse to give him a second then licked over his lips. "Page Doctor Harry Styles. I'm his husband and I'm in fucking labor!"

Harry had been reluctant to go to work, the purplish bag beneath Louis' eyes and the quiet padding around the house at all hours of the night tell-tale signs of their end game. He was usually good at reading people, so when he seen Louis up and running about that morning, he figured he'd be fine. Besides, he had an extra long lunch today and could always run home to check on him.

He was only three hours into his shift and was scrubbing in for his nine o'clock surgery when somebody began to impatiently tap on the glass door. Hands held up, he pressed the button with his elbows and raised an eyebrow at the nurse flushed red with droplets of sweat collecting at her hairline. "What? I'm trying to go and crack open that man's chest," he growled, irritation dripping from his words as he dried his hands that were permanently stained with that godly antiseptic soap.

The nurse rolled eyes. "Your husband is currently being admitted to the hospital in active labor. John is sending up Dr. Hemmings to take your place." When she'd done what she'd been sent up to do, Kelly exited to head home.

Louis was a floor below, refusing to lay down in the bed. Honestly, it felt better to stand, leaning over the bed. He hadn't even changed into a hospital gown when another contraction hit, the nurse assigned to him was the victim of his hand crushing hers as he let out a cry from the pain. God, he wanted his husband.

Painkillers weren't even on Louis' mind as he wanted as natural a birth as possible. When the contraction was over, Louis sighed and apologized, dropping the nurse's hand and shakily grabbed for the mug of water to soothe his dry throat. "I want my husband, please?"

The blue towel he had been using to dry his hands fell to the floor as Harry's entire body froze, locking in place with fear and shock before he was quickly dissolving and sprinting towards the staircase. "Page some fucking quack for the surgery!" He yelled at one of the nurses who had been assigned to his surgery. He didn't care about them or anything else, really. His fucking wife was in labor and his grubby handed, childish and idiotic friend was getting nowhere close to Louis.

"Where's Louis?" Harry asked a nurse he passed when he finally burst through the door on the labor and delivery floor. His heart was racing fast, wild eyes trying to stay focused on the woman who had once been Louis' friend.

She jerked her thumb over her shoulder, popping her gum with her teeth. "He's over there, room 1442."

Not even a second later they heard screaming, followed by Louis yelling a few loud curse words. Harry hide his grin behind his hand as he ran to the room, still dressed in his surgical gear with his booties slipping and sliding on the floor. "Idiot! You should have called me," he yelled as soon as his eyes fell on Louis, who was hunched over the side of the bed with Luke's hand in his own, the taller males fingers bright red and pain contorting his face.

When the contraction was over, Louis looked over at his husband, venom seeping from his eyes. "Fuck you. I did call, went to voicemail. Called the hospital and some ditz put me on hold, promptly forgot about me so I hung up, so I drove my ass her... oh my fucking god.." He squeezed eyes shut, burying head in his arms as he let out a loud cry, "Get your daughter out of me now. "

Luke made a noise of pain when Louis' hand squeezed his hard. Nauseous and light headed, Louis barely glanced up at him as he turned head, vomiting the contents of his stomach onto Luke's scrubs and shoes. No regrets as he weakly wiped at his mouth then scrunched up face. "You can leave now, you smell like vomit. "

The man narrowed eyes at Louis, holding scrub top away from his body as he ran from the room, muttering about the psycho pregnant person. Louis lifted head to grab an ice cube from his mug and launched it at Luke's retreating figure.

Harry just stood and watched in amused horror as vomit trickled down Luke's chin, narrowly missing his mouth. He reeked of vomit, and had the brightly colored puke covering 90% of his body. Quickly moving aside to miss chunks flying off of his friends body, Harry waved a nurse over and tried his best to breathe through his mouth. "I am legally not supposed to, but I can either perform your C-section, or I can be by your side while someone else delivers our daughter."

They already had their answer before Harry even finished. Through fitful contractions and broken finger bones, Harry managed to get Louis cleaned up and dressed in a nice blue surgical gown, material open as he set on the bed, hunched over. He whispered sweet nothings to him as he got his epidural put in, the moment the needle was injected causing both of them to jerk slightly. He had been worried how Louis would react to such a big needle, but apparently the pain from the contractions stomped down his fear of needles.

"Quit fucking being a baby and relax. You have another hour, that's it. Then you'll have little miss crybaby out," Harry said from his place next to Louis' bed. He was still dressed in his surgical gear, curls trapped and sticking flat against his head from the cap he wore. His booty covered shoes were on Louis' bed, the yellow fluorescent light irritating his eyes. Hospital rooms were horrid. They smelt of death, had poor lighting, and echoed every noise made in the hospital. Soft voices carried through the door cracked open, and before Harry even seen who they were, he could tell it was Michael and Niall. Fucking bitch.

The green curtain meant to enforce some type of privacy, was thrown back and the two men stood grinning, Michael's more forced than Niall's. The heavy door was propped open, a convenience for both the nurses and Louis. He liked to eavesdrop. "What the fuck is he doing here?" Harry growled, everyone -including Louis, who had abandoned his pathetic whining- stopping to stare at him. Well, he knew he didn't grow a third fucking head. "Earth to moron. Why is the leprechaun here?"

Louis pulled Harry down to the bed, wanting to cuddle with him. The vomit smell was still there, a teensy bit, but not enough to bother him, he was feeling better after throwing up and the epidural numbing the pain. He hadn't wanted the drugs, but apparently had looked pathetic enough for Harry to make the decision.

"I'd like to see you go through labor and tell me to quit being a baby," Louis pulled up Harry's scrub top to expose a nipple, leaning in to lick at it then wrap lips around it to suck. Hormones were in overdrive at the moment, he wanted to slaughter Harry for knocking him up and he also wanted his Dom to fuck him into the mattress. "And don't call our little girl a crybaby, you'll hurt her feelings!"

Peering from behind Harry at the visitors, he quirked an eyebrow. "Why are they even in my room? Neither are my doctor. " Louis took a loud slurp of his water then grabbed for his phone to text Zayn. He really wanted a damn strawberry banana smoothie.

Harry tugged down his scrub top to hide his exposed nipples and curled a hand around Louis' numb leg, it not registering in his mind that the boy couldn't feel his warning squeeze. "Actually, Michael is performing the surgery," he chirped, snagging the phone from Louis to then text Zayn and tell him not to bring his sub a milkshake. "No eating," he bopped Louis' nose, then powered off the phone and slide it into his pocket.

Returning his attention to Niall, he quirked a brow and let a sarcastic smirk curl the corner of his lips. "Did you come here to try and be Captain save-a-hoe again? Or did you simply miss my presence and constant bitching?" he couldn't forgive Niall no matter how hard he tried. He knew he would have died without the Irish doctor, but the light pink scar on his neck would never disappear and always acted as a reminder. He absent-mindedly brushed his fingers over the skin, having a hard time believing it was only seven months ago.

Not paying attention to anyone, Louis gave a slight growl as he pulled up the scrub top again to lick at the nipple, getting extreme pleasure out of making Harry slightly uncomfortable. Wriggling nose like a bunny, he popped head out long enough to see Harry pocket his phone. "But, but, I'm not being put to sleep," His lack of sleep lately was catching up to him as he whined, a tear falling from his eyes as he ducked under the top again.

Struggling to keep up with the conversation, Louis huffed warm breath onto Harry's nipple as he felt his eyes getting heavy. Yawning widely, he reached for his cup of water to drink the rest of it then popped open the top to slide some ice cubes into his mouth with a loud crunch as an idea popped into his head. Pushing the ice cube to rest between his lips, he pressed it to Harry 's nipple.

Harry jerked, fingers unconsciously squeezing around Louis' leg, thumb digging into the sensitive spot on his inner thigh. He tried to pay no attention to the boy as he talked with Michael and Niall, soon finding out the Irishman was here to inform Harry he was taking over his current surgery, the one the older man had abandoned. He flicked him off with a single flick of his wrist, and then they were down to three, Michael shifting uncomfortably on his feet as he looked everywhere but Harry, whose nipple was getting attacked.

"Louis, stop," he nudged Louis' head with his shoulder, just hard enough to get the boy to disconnect his teeth from around his frozen nipple. "Knock it off, I'm not kidding," when he got no answer, only a simple grunt, he flipped onto his side, forcing Louis to lay flat on his back, and tugged both of the boys hands to rest above his head. Running his nose along the length of Louis' neck, Harry tried his hardest to ignore the lingering smell of vomit as he murmured, "I will handcuff you to this bed, and will not let you free until our daughter is born and your hornyness has turned into hatred towards me, understood?" he was all for fucking, or having a little fun, but the simple touch from his nose had Louis' heart rate skyrocketing. Well, and the fact that the sub can't feel anything from the waist down.

Closing eyes when Harry flipped them over, he gave giggle from the touch of his Dom's nose, bringing shoulder up as he exhaled from the sensation. If he could feel below the belt, he'd probably be tingling and his right foot twitching as it normally did. Shivering from a sudden gust of cool air rushing through the room, Louis looked down at his legs as shoved them under the blanket for warmth, even if his legs and feet couldn't tell the difference. Rolling eyes to stare at Michael, Louis lifted head, "You can go away now. "

Twitching nose, Louis gave a sniffle then tried to yank a hand free. "Get off me, I'm not comfortable on my back." His limbs were very slow to respond to his orders as his knee came up to meet Harry, the speed of the impact barely making a dent. Turning head, he saw Michael hadn't listened and was still standing there pretending to not be watching them. He was. Creeper. "Ok fine, if you're gonna stand there, how about you get me to the OR?"

Harry grinned and laid his head on Louis' shoulder, nose digging into the boys collarbone as he peaked at Michael through the one eye that wasn't blocked by Louis' body. The boy was soft and smelt fairly good, vomit aide, and his heartbeat was a gentle lullaby only Harry could hear, like it was playing a song just for him. "They're getting an OR cleared, fiesty one," Harry mumbled against his wife's neck, words tickling the smooth skin. Nipping playfully at Louis' neck, he cuddled in closer to him and, with force, moved Louis' head to rest beneath his chin.

"Go, put some yogurts and jellos in the staffs fridge so he has something to eat when he wakes up." He said to Michael, waving an empty hand towards the open door. "Oh," he added in a softer voice, "Don't come back until you're ready to take him back."

His slim hands went up to run through Harry's hair, nails gently scratching at his scalp. Also smelling the vomit, he crinkled nose and sniffed at himself. Was that him? "Am not, fiesty," Louis argued, voice muffled when Harry moved his head. Kissing softly at the exposed skin above the.v in the scrub top, Louis let eyes flutter closed. He loved being this close to his husband.

At the mention of wake up, Louis eyes popped open. "Wait..wait.. I'm not being put to sleep." His fingers tightened around the strands of chocolate locks, as he inhaled the semi-sterile smell of Harry's scrubs and the lingering scent of the soap used for scrubbing in. "And yeah, the baby wants to meet her parents!"

Harry shook his head, eyes shifting to watch as the material of his scrub top lifted, revealing a smooth span of skin beneath his belly button. The room was hot, the air feeling good on his heated skin as he turned more on his side and maneuvered Louis to do the same. "No, but you know as well as anyone else that you can't eat until you pass gas, not that you'll want to." Sometimes Harry questioned if Louis was really even a nurse, or just some lost boy running around in scrubs.

Folding his body around Louis', Harry cozied down in the bed and enjoyed having their bodies aligned like these, even if he was noticeably bigger than the boy. Michael was gone now, probably running off to fetch the yogurts and things. He was a weird person, and an ass sometimes, but he had too big of a heart and would drop anything for anyone, even if he's loathed them since kindergarten. "Just, calm down and get some rest. We're in no rush to meet her,"

Rolling eyes, Louis snuggled into his warm husband, reaching to grab the covers to pull over them. "Everything nurse has failed me right now. Our daughter is number one priority right now. " Nuzzling into Harry's body, he kissed the scar on his throat then slid both hands up Harry's scrub top for the warmth radiating off his body. "And pass gas, you still talk so.. I don't know. I can't wait to see you babbling in baby talk to her." Louis had no doubts Harry would. And he'd make sure to have his phone on him at all times.

The quiet tick of the clock on the wall was making Louis drowsy. Rubbing at eyes, he gave a snort then wiped at his mouth when he realized he'd been drooling. Heavy eyelids closed as he concentrated on the breathing sounds and movement of Harry plus the clock as he fell into a light sleep, fingers clutching hard at the surgeon's scrub top.

When Louis was finally snoring, Harry slipped out of the bed and found himself standing in front of the nurses station, flirting with, and indimiating them all into giving Louis the biggest, nicest recovering room they had. His left hand was hidden beneath his arm, fingers folded so the golden band was hidden. Most knew he was married, but everyone forgot when he gave them just the tiniest of smiles. That, or they just didn't care enough about Louis.

Then he was walking around the hospital, nerves and restlessness causing his entire body to go into overdrive. Even though his legs were tired, he still walked, still made his way outside to light a cancer stick and greedily suck the black tar into his lungs. When his movements were sluggish from a nicotine buzz, he went back up to Louis' room just in time to see a nurse coming out, lips set in a hard line as she removed her gloves and squirted some hand sanitizer on her dry, cracked hands. "They don't hurry with that room, and that baby is coming out the only way it knows how," she grimaced as she said it, kind eyes with wrinkles framing them glancing up at Harry.

"Most men think they can have a natural birth, but their bodies just weren't built for it. A woman's vagina will go back to normal, or as normal as she can get, but once you stretch an anus too far, there isn't any coming back from that. Not to mention he'll hate his partner for the rest of his life," a knowing eyebrow quirked as she eyed Harry, taking in his surgical attire before she pulled him off to the side and handed him a new set of clothes. "Don't put these on until he's ready, hun. Good luck," she patted his arm then left, leaving him standing alone in the hallway with terrifying images of Louis having the baby naturally popping to mind.

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Harry stood outside Louis' hospital room door, the new set of clothes hugging his body in an uncomfortable way. She'd given him two sizes too small. Louis was sitting up, working on an ice chip as he wiped sleep from his eyes. He looked exhausted but much happier now, body no longer rigid from the pain of contractions. "You ready, dad?" Michael asked his oldest friend, nudging his shoulder with his own.

One of Louis' nursie friends was getting him prepped, going over the possible surgery complications and what to expect after the cesarean section. "Don't really have a choice, do I?" Harry asked, trying to laugh it off but the noise caught in his constricting throat. He wasn't ready for this, for her, to become a father. He still needed time, but christ. She was coming today, and whether he liked it or not, he'd be a father to that little girl in an hour or so.

The closer they got to the birth the more nervous Louis got. When he was situated in bed, under the covers with the remote near by. He cracked an ice chip between his teeth then pointed controller at the television to turn it on. Yawning widely, he looked around for his phone, panic settling in when he couldn't find it. "Fuck.. just what I needed, something else to stress about," He gave up and turned the channel to the movies, eyes going wide when he saw the selection of horror movies in stock. How long was he going to be stuck in here?

Half listening to the instructions from his friend, Louis leaned over to whisper in her ear then pointed at the bag he'd brought with. When it was handed over, he dug through it then pulled out a gold and white onesie with pink tutu on it. "See.. going home clothes. I love that it's going to be warm enough for her to wear this. Plus, I hope Harry loves the daddy's little princess on it. He hasn't seen it yet."

Hearing footsteps outside, Louis turned head, but saw nothing. The door had been closed while he was out, probably a Harry doing. Frowning, he ate the last ice chip then waved goodbye to Courtney as she left, promising to see Louis in the OR in a few.

Another clatter happened outside the door, this time it was a stretcher pushed by a couple people. "Wait.. we can't go until my husband comes back." His eyes filled with tears, making them look bluer than normal. One of the women pointed to the door just as Harry came walking in. Louis' emotions went from sad to hysterical laughter, the sight of him in clothes a little too small for him. And it was the second time, too! The scrubs looked like they'd fit Louis, when the pregnant man got back to his normal weight.

Harry glared at his wife, hand lifting to show off his middle finger before he turned to Michael. "I need to call my mum, I'll be back," tugging at the tight scrub top, he brushed fingers through his hair and fished Louis' phone out of his pocket. It took a few seconds for the phone to boot up before he was greeted with a picture of him, arms wrapped around Louis' waist with his head resting in the boys lap as he slept. He didn't know when this was taken, but the swollen belly pressing against the side of his head as an obvious sign it was within the past few months.

He found his mother's number saved under 'Angry Hag,' and rolled his eyes before he clicked the call button, the reality of this all kicking him in the ass when he heard her soft voice answer the phone. "Hi, mum, it's me. I just called to let you know Louis is in labor,"

Louis brought hand up to mirror gesture, a big smile crossing his face. "Love you too, Froggie. Make sure to get scrubs in your size so if you bend over you don't rip your pants." Like that had never happened to either of them. Louis had been vomited and bled on, then managed to dump a urine sample on himself after changing. It hadn't been his day. "And find my phone, I think I lost it."

Anne had been sitting at her kitchen table trying to sort out her cookbook when Harry called. "Hello?" Tucking the phone under her chin, the woman continued to pull random papers out of the book and lay them nearby when she stopped. "He's having the baby?"

Jumping to her feet, Anne went to the lounge room to poke her boyfriend. Mouthing that it was Harry then mimicking rocking a baby in her arms, she ran upstairs to grab overnight bags. Nothing would stop them from driving down there. It was her son's first child and damned if she didn't want to be present as she'd visited Gemma after the birth of hers.

"Your sister and I will be heading down," Filling up both bags, she carried them downstairs then dropped them beside Cian's chair, startling him awake. "And I want no arguments. We'll stay for awhile to help you with her. "

Harry drug a hand over his face an exhaled slowly, eyes closing when he started to literally feel his mother already suffocating him. "For a few days, mum. That's it." Glancing back at Louis' door, he leaned back on his heels to peek in the room, seeing they were just now moving him. "I need to call Lana. Let Gemma know, will ya? Bye mum," he hung up the phone before she could say anything else, already done with her and her visit even though he has yet to see her.

Quickly calling a squealing Lana, he filled her in then took a selfie of himself standing in front of Louis' open door with the boy in the frame, face red as he yelled at a nurse for just standing around. He then sent it to Gemma, adding an additional message that said, "My Happy Bunny is getting a little cranky,"

Turning off the volume on the phone once he was done filling everyone in, he quietly walked back into the room and smiled at Louis, who was now set up in the stretcher, swollen belly making the hospital gown ride up his thighs and expose the... Nothing. He had no underwear on. Fuck. Fixing the gown so it bunched up between his legs and hid all his family jewels, Harry crossed his arms over his chest and glared. "Keep that there. Anybody moves it, and I'll cut your fucking hand off and sew it to your mouth," odd, but it worked. A little growly from the lazy nurse, Louis barely noticed that Harry had taken a selfie, because if Louis had been aware, his husband would be in a lot of trouble. Shaking from a cool breeze when he slid onto the gourney to be transferred. "It's freezing in this damn hospital. Can I get more blankets?" The nurse he berated was glaring at him, Louis didn't know her name, nor did he recognize her from the years he'd worked there. "And quit ugly facing me. Fuck I hope you're just here to take me to the OR then you fuck off, I don't like you."

Confusion crossed Louis' face. "Are you talking to me, Haz? I can't feel whatever you just did, so it might be impossible for me to do that. " He made grabby hands for his husband when Harry walked over, the team taking that as their cue to move Louis to the OR. The moment was getting so close!

It was also weird to be in the operating room as a patient and not a nurse assisting Harry with a surgery. He'd never had surgery before. Sliding onto the table when requested, Louis laid back and immediately held hand out for Harry. He was getting so nervous, yet excited to meet their daughter.

The moment was drawing in as a blue curtain was put up, blocking the view from Louis' waist down. Harry felt antsy just standing there, not at all used to being the one watching the surgery rather than performing it. He glanced down at his least favorite nurse and smiled small, fingers moving to thread through his. "If this was us performing the surgery, this is about the time you'd fuck up," he joked, stool squeaking in protest as he set on it and rest his chin on the bed next to Louis' head, both of their hair trapped by a hideous green surgical cap.

Looking up as the double doors opened, Harry nodded once at Michael, the colorful haired man already knowing so much was at stake if he fucked this up even the tiniest bit. When Harry looked up at the theatre room, he seen familiar faces staring down at them, all teary eyed and smiles. John, Lana, Luke, Liam, Zayn, Emily. They were all here to welcome his child. Emotions swirled in his chest and constricted tightly around his heart, the heat creeping up his neck the first time he's actually felt anything today besides fear and irritation. His... Were his eyes stinging? Nah. "I love you, Louis Styles,"

Squeezing Harry's hand, he playfully rolled his eyes then turned head, pursing lips to kiss at his Dom's chin. "I wouldn't and never have screwed up once in a surgery. You just used to hate me alot and had to find tiny reasons to scream at me and show off for your fellow ass kissers." His thumb came out to stroke Harry's knuckle, too engrossed in his husband. Louis jumped when Michael burst through the double doors, swallowing hard and squeezing tighter at the surgeon's hand. "I'm freaking out."

His mouth fell open when Harry said that. When Michael said he was beginning and held up the scalpel, Louis turned head to Harry. "I love you too, Froggie. I can't believe our family is going to grow today." Choking up, Louis gave an unattractive snort then closed eyes, hot tears squeezing from dark eyelashes. How many times was he going to cry today?

It all passed in a slow blur from that point on. Harry didn't really even remember it, or anything that happened in the span of that hour. He just remembered feeling so entrapped in Louis, in his raspy voice as he tried to talk to fear away, and the way his face twisted and jerked with every cut and tug from Michael. Fear swam deep in his orbs, but everytime they found green ones he always hid behind fake smiles and salty tears.

He couldn't remember what he was doing at the exact moment he had heard her, either. All he could remember was how his heart stopped as this loud, high pitched scream sliced through the room and had everyone stopping for just one second. That was all the time he needed before he was standing on shaky legs and peeking behind the curtains, green eyes glossed over when he finally seen the... Fetus... infant. She was tiny, covered in blood and goop, but she was perfect. "Louis," at the time, that was the only thing he could say without sounding like a complete moron on the verge of tears as the entire world stopped around him. It all came crumbling around his feet.

The shrill cry that erupted in the semi-quiet room was all Louis needed to burst into tears again. When Harry stood up to peek over, Louis squeezed his hand. "Harry, how does she look? I know they have to clean her up, but I wanna see our daughter," He was impatient. Murmuring then the blue sheet was taken down and a blanket laid on him. Michael walked over to the table and set their little girl on Louis' chest. "Holy sh.. crap...we made her and she's right here. Haz, look at our beautiful girl,"

Desperately wanting to sit up, Louis wriggled his other arm free in order to reach up and gently touch the infant's tiny face, startling the baby so her face crumpled up, lower lip jutting out into a pout. Holding his breath, he anticipated her crying, but instead she made a little gurgling noise. Michael held out the scissors to Harry, eyebrow raised.

Harry already had the phone out and snapped a few quick pictures of Louis and the baby, the moment forever being immortalized. He didn't get the chance to actually see her before he was cutting the cord and she was being whisked off, the high pitched cries picking up again as they poked and prodded her. He stood back helplessly and watched, fingers frozen around the warm metal scissors.

"She... Louis," he wanted to take a step forward, but also wanted to turn around and run away, afraid he would fuck everything up. Fighting back the emotions suddenly clogging his throat, he looked down at Louis and offered a half hearted smile. "She's here,"

Frowning deeply at sound of their daughter's cries, his mama bear instincts kicking in already, Louis turned head to where they were coming from and instantly missed the weight of her on his chest. The gurney was set up beside the bed again, Louis shaking head. "I am not going back to our room without our peanut." He looked back at Harry then held both arms out to him, wanting to offer comfort to his emotionally stricken husband.

"She IS here and she's ours." What neither knew was that Louis was having the exact same thoughts of screwing up their kid completely. But they were both professional, having dealt with babies and kids. Huffing when the nurse from before none too gently slid Louis onto the gurney, he sent her a venomous look before they wheeled Louis back to his room. "I want my baby, too!" He yelled after their retreating backs.

Michael had managed to close Louis up while the baby was being cleaned and weighed, the metal from the staples catching the light before his gown was pulled down and a blanket was thrown over his body to offer some coverage. Harry hadn't meant to ignore Louis, but he was too focused on the nurses manhandling his daughter, having to fight back his usual assholeness. His attention was only stolen away from her when Louis was moved, and he had enough time to turn before Louis was disappearing through the door with a very angry nurse pushing him.

"Alright, bye," he watched as the doors closed before he turned to face Michael, heart stopping mid pump when his friend turned around with a pink faced newborn swaddled in a light purple blanket. He didn't know what to do, or even say, before the baby was shoved into his arms and he was forced to cradle the tiny thing in careful arms.

"6 pounds, 5 oz and 22 inches long," Michael said, watching as Harry held the child and just stared at her. She was a long, small thing, with light brown spurts of hair sticking everywhere. She had chunky cheeks, plump lips that where downturned in a frown, and a cute little button nose to match Louis'. He could see himself in the child, in the way her long fingers peaked out from the tip of the blanket before they curled to grasp the material. She had his face shape, his chin, but she had Louis' bright blue eyes, unfocused but even then her stare could hold you, entrap you in a whirlwind of emotions and blue waves.

"Sophia Grace," he whispered, not knowing what to say or even do. He wanted to scream from the rooftops, but also run and hide. Everything made sense then, the pain, the fear, the shit they had been through, was all for this little girl. She deserved the world, and so much more than Harry could offer her, but he would fight for her, and make sure she never knew the pain of this world.

If the nurse was unhappy, Louis was livid. He watched helplessly as the walls and ceilings rolled by leaving his husband and daughter behind. When they got to the room, the rude nurse helped Louis back into bed then pointed at where the call button was if he needed help. "And do not try to get up without any help. " Duh. He used to be a nurse.

"One question, are you getting any? You're really bitchy," Louis batted eyes at her then pushed the blankets off him. It was way too hot in the room and he couldn't feel his legs yet. "I used to work here and I never saw you, thank god."

The nurse rolled eyes and exited the room. Smirking, Louis tried to sit up, hissing when pain shot through him. "Fuck.. I hate this already. " Louis was debating screaming for his husband, but the door opened and he prepared himself for round two with the nurse.

"Louis!" Zayn and Liam came rushing at him for hugs. The darker haired male had a bouquet of flowers and pink balloon in one hand and a box of cigars for Harry in the other. "Because it's a thing to get a new daddy a cigar." Zayn had said when Louis looked at them with disgust. Pipe smoke and cigar smoke were nasty!

Louis jerked a hand to the door right as it opened again to reveal Harry and the baby. His eyes lit up and he patted the spot next to him for his little family, wanting a better glance at their baby, and getting someone to take their first family pic.

Harry left, not wanting to share his daughter with these people anymore. A nurse told him as he passed her that they'd be by Louis' room in a little while to take Sophia and do her bloodwork and all that jazz. "I'm a fucking doctor, idiot. I know how this works," he growled at her, eyes immediately going to his daughter to see if she had heard him use that nasty word, but then he was reminded she was only an infant, one who couldn't yet pick up on words.

Walking around the nurse when all he really wanted to do was shove her, Harry walked into his room, fully prepared to let his mushy, gooey side out until he seen the two idiots in there with Louis. "Hi," he greeted them quietly, mood surprisingly good. Taking the seat on the bed next to Louis, Harry handed the baby over to him before he brushed a strand of hair off of the boys face. "Sophia Grace Styles,"

All three were shocked. Louis had been expecting his husband to kick Liam and Zayn out for family time. Shrugging, he happily turned head, hand going up to grab Harry's wrist and kiss the palm. "I love you." Sliding hand into Harry's their fingers entwining as he took the baby, immediately cooing at her. "Very nice, babe. I love it. Little miss Sophia." Reaching over to his bag he'd brought, he grabbed a bow and gently slid it onto their baby's head. Sophia's face scrunched up from the feeling, a cute little pout happening with bottom lip stuck out.

"No bow? But it makes you look so pretty?" He cooed at the baby just as she let out a wail. Louis rubbed at Sophia's cheek, not surprised when she chased his finger hungrily, wailing louder when she didn't get anything. "Oh, mummy is sorry for teasing you, glitterbug."

Harry was content with staring at her and watching all the faces she pulled, but only a few minutes later there was a knock on their door and nobody else seemed to want to answer it, so he had to abandon admiring his daughter to open the heavy wooden door. "Move your arse. I broke fifteen laws to get here, and I'm not about to go to jail without seeing my granddaughter," Anne said, shoving Harry out of the way. He wasn't at all surprised either, that she turned a three hour drive into a drive that took a little over an hour.

He was, however, shocked when he seen this heavily pregnant woman round the corner with a puppy looking man following quickly behind her. It took him a second to recognize his own sister, actually having forgotten that she was pregnant. Oh damn. "My feet are swollen, my boobs hurt and I want eighty cheeseburgers. Move out of my way before I mistake you for food," Christ, what was it with the women in his family?

"Nice to see you too, Gems," Harry said, not letting anyone ruin his good mood. Drawing Jax into a half hug, Harry spun them towards the room and tugged him in. "How far along are you anyway? Eleven months?" He was joking, brain overworking to try and remember when he had found out she was pregnant.... Thanksgiving! Two months. "Holy fuck. You're only seven months?" She was huge, which honestly shouldn't shock him considering she's been bigger with her other kids.

The commotion made Sophia pull a funny face mid-wail, mouth wide open and eyebrows furrowed like the infant was contemplating what was going on. Leaning down, he kissed her head making her jump again. "Damn she's skittish like a cat." With both hands free, he put hands under the baby's arms to bring her to his face. "Aren't you my pretty little baby? Yes, you are."

He had just gotten Sophia and even though he'd have all the time in the world to hold her, Louis wasn't ready to hand her over to anyone. Brushing hand gently over her head, Louis pointed at Harry, "That's daddy. You probably recognized his voice." He made Sophia wave at Harry then blow a kiss, further aggravating the hungry baby as she gave another wail, wanting nothing but food.

If Louis was Gemma, Harry would be on the floor with a broken nose. "Harold Edward Styles, apologize to your sister!" He was trying to ignore Anne's grabby hands as she tried to swipe the baby. After the fourth scratch, Louis turned to her with growl, "Can I help you with something? Can you ASK if you can hold my baby instead of clawing me up?"

Anne stumbled back, hand moving to rest over her heart as she gasped, hurt clouding her eyes. "I didn't mean to scratch you, I'm just excited to see my granddaughter," her eyes moved to find Harry, hoping her son would say something, would come to her defence, but he just looked down at his feet and shrugged, the man she once knew him to be gone. It was all Louis' fault. He's made him weak! "Can I hold my granddaughter, please?"

Harry chewed on his lower lip, need clawing at his throat as his body began to desperately crave a cigarette. "Liam, Zayn, Jax, let's go light up a cigar, yeah? Leave them up here to chat," apparently he was speaking a lot more through his eyes than he was letting on vocally, because each man looked at him once before nodding, every single pair of eyes cast to the ground as they hurried past Harry to go out in the hallway. "Louis, be nice. Mum, you too. And Gem's, I'll be back with your eighty cheeseburgers," any excuse to get away from here.

A little growly and sore as the pain meds were wearing off and Louis had to piss so bad, he handed the baby over to Anne and pushed the covers back. "Fine. Hold her so I can go to the bathroom." He looked at his husband, surprisingly quiet, not defending his mother like he had at Thanksgiving. Hiding a smile, he reached up to grab Harry's hand for a hard squeeze. "Forgive me, Anne. I'm a bit cranky. "

When Harry mentioned stepping out, Louis gave a huff and pushed the button for the nurse to help him to the bathroom. "Oh fine, leave me up here. You better get me a burger and shake." He wasn't addressing just his husband as his two best friends were leaving. "And curly fries? Please?"

The nurse walked in right as Louis gave his request, echoing what Harry had said earlier about passing gas before being allowed to eat. Louis rolled his eyes at her as they headed for the bathroom so he could do his business then head back to bed.

"Gems, that nurse scares me." Louis whispered to his sister in law once the nurse left. Gemma chuckled and sat on the chair next to the bed, watching her mom baby talk to Sophia.

Harry slipped out of the room once the nurse walked in, thankful for the distraction. Looping an arm through Jax's, Harry pointed towards the stair door and puffed out his chest. "Onward, my little pack!" He was an idiot, but at least he was having fun. Jax easily slipped into the role Harry wanted him to, and began to skip with the older man, happily moving one leg in front of the other as his slightly shorter legs matched the doms pace.

"Where to first? I have weed in the car, cigs too. We can smoke on the way to get food," Harry said as they walked down the stairs, glancing at the pair behind him and Jax. They were slower, much less enthusiastic, but they were still grinning, enjoying the show. Harry let his fatherly side, which had only just begun to rise, slip away as he tried to enjoy his last little span of freedom. He was, without a doubt, hopelessly in love with the little girl, but.... He wanted to say goodbye to his other side, give it a proper send off. This all seemed to happen too quick.

Not liking being left behind, Louis pushed himself to a sitting position to watch the women coo over his daughter. Humming to himself, he turned on the television, finding nothing at all interesting to watch. Still without a phone or laptop, he was slowly growing bored and on the brink of falling asleep when the door was shoved open and a nurse came in to take the baby. Opening an eye, he waited until she was gone to look at Gemma and Anne, "They'll bring her right back? I miss her already."

He didn't want to be rude and fall asleep, but he was tired and his eyes were starting to close without his permission. Grumbling, he rubbed at them, hissing at the burning sensation from lack of sleep. Everyone told him to take advantage of the quiet time in the hospital and use it for sleep. Yawning, he gave an mhmm even if nobody had said anything. Frowning because there wasn't a warm body next to him, Louis jerked and pointed at the bag he'd brought. Thanking Gemma when she gave it to him, he pulled out a jumper that Harry had worn once before snatching for his overnight bag. Cuddling up with it in his arms, Louis slowly drifted away to sleep, softly snoring.

Liam being the wet blanket he was, passed on the weed and cigarettes. Zayn rolled eyes, figuring that he'd cop out, pulled his boyfriend to the car, "Weed. Cigarette on the way back." Sliding into the backseat, he did his seatbelt, fingers itching for the joint. "Louis' going to kill you for smoking this and getting it on the baby."

Harry climbed into the driver's seat, stomach dropping when Zayn's words settled in. Did he really want to get high, then go and actually get a chance to meet his daughter? Is that really what he wanted one of his first memories with her to be? Swiping palms down his scrub pants, Harry started the car and glanced at the jockey box before he elbowed Michael and pointed towards it, "Roll one for you and Zayn," he ignored the look his friend gave him and pulled out of the parking lot, leg a mess of jittery nerves that wouldn't hold still.

Despite what Zayn had said, Harry still pulled a cigarette out of his pack and lit it, letting the nicotine work it's magic and control his out of whack nerves. Nothing had really settled in yet, with the whole birth. He still felt like he had before, but something around his heart, like a thin string, was tugging him back to the hospital. He needed to go back, to make sure Sophia was okay, that nobody was hurting her. A new protective side seemed to be rising, one he has never felt before. He felt as fire and ice clashed in his heart, sharp chunks spearing the beating thing before fire chased it. He... Christ, he didn't know what he needed. He needed time to think. He needed Louis.

Smirking, Zayn took the joint, proud that Harry had passed on it. "So where are we going to grab burgers from?" Inhaling, he held the smoke in his mouth then grabbed Liam, pulling him in for a kiss and to pass the smoke onto him, knowing Liam wouldn't be too pleased. As predicted, Liam made a noise then started coughing, glaring at the darker haired male.

"Can we just hurry? I wanna see your baby before my shift starts in an hour," Liam piped up as he pushed the button for the window to go down and ventilate the vehicle. "There's a Sonic coming up by the way."

Louis managed to catch a ten minute cat nap before Sophia was brought back in making both women squeal loudly. Jerking awake, he rubbed his eyes then glared at his in laws, "Seriously? I was trying to sleep. I'll make sure to wake you up as soon as you fall asleep tonight." His snarky attitude had returned with a vengeance. He was overly tired and sore, ignoring the morphine drip.

After stopping at sonic to get far too many cheeseburgers, fries and shakes, Harry slowly pulled out of the parking lot with a cupholder of freezing ice cream resting on his lap. "You two seriously can't hold anything?" he asked, irritated as he struggled to turn on his blinker. Michael and Zayn were both slumped back in their seats, eyes barely open with drool chasing down their chins. Liam was in the back, brown bags full of food taking up his lap with another cardboard cup holder squashed between him and Zayn.

Michael shook his head, the movement barely noticeable but it made the man's brain roll around in his skull and his entire body shake with an odd vibration. He was too fucking stoned. Bloodshot eyes moved to look out the window, just focused on the people in the cars next to them when he seen a familiar car coming from the road on his side, going far too fast for his comfort. The person driving looked familiar too, but he couldn't quite place who it was. "Watch out, Haz. This car is spe--" Michael began to warn, but was cut off when they were suddenly hit, the tires squealing on the asphalt as the entire passenger side caved in.

The last thing he remembered was sharp pains shooting throughout his leg before the entire car went sideways, ice cold ice cream splattering all over the inside of the car.

Then it went dark, the only thing to be heard the sound of glass shattering and people screaming.