A very special chapter as a Christmas present from me to you !!!!!

It's Christmas here in Dubai so MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT ONE ❤☃️   

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t.m.

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S C A R L E T T 💣

  Four months later

   "Harry, stop the fucking car I need to pee!"

   "Babe, we're on a highway. You're not peeing on a highway!" Harry retorted, narrowing his eyes at me before widening them when I glared at him, mildly afraid I would murder him on the spot.

   "Well hurry the fuck up and get me to a gas station or else I'll pee in my pants," I grumbled, folding my arms over my extremely large bump, twisting my legs and scrunching my face up.

   "Why did you have to come with me? I would've gotten everything you needed for the mince pies," Harry mumbled under his breath, making me reach over and smack him for exact reason. "Ow! What was that for?"

   "Are you saying I'm annoying you by being here?"

   "No! You're not annoying, baby, I'm so happy you came along," Harry cooed, hand reaching over to squeeze mine while I continued to frown and pout.

   "Is that sarcasm?"

   "Please don't kill me-"

   "Don't you dare use that sarcastic tone with me! I'm the mother of your child!"

  A grin was quickly etched upon his face at my words, making me frown in confusion and annoyance because he wasn't afraid of me anymore.

   "Stop smiling," I mumbled grumpily.

   "I love the sound of that," he murmured lovingly, reaching over to peck my cheek again and again.

   "You're going to crash the damn car! And the sound of what?"

   "The mother of my child," Harry grinned again cheekily, trying to reach over and kiss me again.

   "Eyes on the road!" I pushed his face away, chuckling nonetheless before sighing. "I'm sorry I'm so annoying baby. My hormones are raging and I can't stop thinking about giving birth."

   "Baby, we've talked about this. Thinking about that stuff will only give you anxiety and that's not good for the baby," Harry told me, hand reaching over to smoothen over the baby bump. "We're here."

  After I had used the restroom, Harry and I walked into a Target to pick up a few necessities for the Christmas party we were going to throw tonight. Harry wrapped his coat tighter around his body, guiding me through the doors that flew open before grabbing a cart. We split up, me knowing Harry had had enough of my whining for today, but ended up shopping together half of the time because Harry was too paranoid something would happen to me if I were out of his sight.

   "Harry I need more chocolate," I mumbled, starting to walk away before Harry called out and grabbed my hand.

   "Angel, wait for me."

   "I can take care of myself Harry!" I scowled, tugging my hand away and waddling towards the chocolate aisle.

  I smiled to myself when I found what I was looking for, grabbing a couple of Maltesers packets before I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to the side, finding a stranger staring at me kindly and handing me a small velvet box.

   "I think your boyfriend dropped this," the young man said, pressing the blue velvet box into my hand that had me furrowing my brows in confusion.

  My brows shot up and my eyes widened when I realized what it was, my jaw dropping at the sight of it in my hand while my other one came up to cup my mouth. I was distracted when Harry walked into the aisle, spotting the man immediately and speaking up loudly.

   "Excuse me bitch, I think you have something of mine-" Harry shouted before his eyes snapped towards me, frowning at my shocked expression before darting to the small box in my hand. He immediately widened his eyes and cursed out loud, before frowning tightly at the man who was stood next to me. "Are you fucking kidding me? You gave it her?"

   The man simply shrugged, and said, "good luck, mate," before walking away.

   "Dumb cunt," Harry muttered under his breath.

   "Harry," I whispered, still staring at the box in my hand, before gazing at him. "Is this what I think it is?"

   "I didn't even get to plan it out," he said with a sad sigh, as he began walking towards me. My eyes began to fill up with tears as my heart battered against my ribcage wildly.

   "Oh Harry," I cried softly, as he finally approached me and grasped my hips gently.

   "I was gonna make it real special but I swear I just bought it yesterday and-fuck I was gonna make this perfect, but this will have to do," he murmured in slight irritation, taking the box from my hands and turning it around to open it, checking its contents before closing it and speaking again.

   "But hey, our lives were far from perfect, and so was our relationship at the start. But it was raw, and real and perfectly imperfect all together. I am so grateful that after all this time, you still continue to love me and look past everything I've done wrong, and love me for me. I am Aso grateful for having you in my life because Scarlett, you are the most compassionate, loving and beautiful person I have ever met, and I am so damn lucky to call you mine. Well, to be honest, I want to be able to call you my wife," he said, lowering himself to a point where he was kneeling. My hands rose up to my mouth, feeling overwhelmed as chorus of gasps and awes erupted from the crowd around us.

   "I just love you so much and I've always known we make the greatest team on the planet, and now we have another member coming along. So, it would be ideal if we make it official," he said with a grin, eyeing the baby bump while I was a blubbering mess.

  He popped the box open, emitting a few noises from the crowd as I gasped at the sight of the ring. In the middle of a band of diamonds encrusted with rose gold, sat a huge round morganite that had a sheen of pink to it, which glimmered beautifully when the light hit it. It was utterly unique and beautiful, and I was in love with it.

   "Scarlett Elizabeth Jones, will you mar-"

   "Yes! Of course, yes Harry!" I screeched with tears running down my cheeks while I dragged him upwards and crushed him with a bear hug.

   "I love you Scarlett, always," he whispered into my ear as the crowd erupted in cheers.

   "I love you too Harry, fuck I love you so much," I blubbered happily; grabbing his face and planting a firm kiss on his lips. I was ready to full make out with him, but there were people around and it made me feel awkward.

  Nevertheless, I cupped his face and kissed him hard one more time before he pulled away to take the ring out of the box. I bit my lip, smiling hard as he slipped the ring onto my ring finger before ducking down to kiss my knuckles, then moving lower to kiss the baby bump. He stood up straight again, grinning at me with the biggest smile I had ever seen him smile, arms wounding around my shoulders to hold me against him as close as possible while the crowd continue to cheer around us.

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   "I swear I would've said so much more but these people have nothing else better to do," Harry grumbled into my ear, making me snort with laughter, with my head thrown back. "I would've lifted you up and spun you around in a really cliché way, but forgive me baby-"

   "I'm fat," I giggled, making him chuckle and shake his head, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.

   "You're heavy-"

   "Because I'm fat."

   "No, it's because you're carrying our baby," Harry stated in an obvious tone, making me roll my eyes, before getting distracted with the ring on my finger.

   "It's so beautiful, Harry," I said in awe, feeling my cheeks ache from smiling so much. "God, I love it."

   "Yeah?" Harry grinned, glancing at me before keeping his eyes on the road.

   "Did you pick it out on your own, or did you have help?" I asked him with interest.

   "Spencer and Louis came with me once while I was buying more food for you, like a few days ago I think. Then we went to the mall, and as soon as I saw the ring I had to buy it," he said with a grin, while I listened attentively, resting my hands on my baby bump. "They saw other rings that they thought would suit you better but I didn't listen to them."

   "Cute."

   "I wish I had something special planned though," Harry pouted sadly. "Proposing at Target? How unromantic."

   "Oh shut up, I loved it!"

   "That dumbass cunt gave you the ring! When he saw it fall from my pocket! What stupid person would do that?" Harry exclaimed loudly, making me laugh quietly.

   "That guy for sure."

   "But proposing to you has been on my mind for ages," Harry said, looking at me while I bit my lip.

   "Really?"

   "Yeah, I've always loved you Scarlett and in my mind I didn't think we really needed something like marriage to prove that our love is eternal. But having a big wedding one-day has always been something you've always wanted. Plus the sound of calling you my wife makes me so fucking happy, I-I can't wait," Harry grinned ecstatically, making me laugh and smile brightly as well, nodding in response to what he said.

   "I love you, Harry," I murmured happily, leaning over the console and kissing his cheek lovingly.

   "I love you too Scarlett, more than ever."

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One and a half months later 

H A R R Y

    The shrill cry of our baby boy pierced through the silence of our bedroom one night, disrupting our sleep. A soft groan escaped Scarlett's lips, as she shuffled back further into my arms, her naked body fitting perfectly into the curve of my own body. My arms unwrapped from around her waist, gripping her hips as I pressed a kiss to the spot underneath her ear before whispering quietly.

   "Should I go-"

   "Yes, please," Scarlett responded immediately, eyes still shut as she murmured sleepily.

   "But I don't know what to do," I couldn't help but say back. She popped an eye open, staring at me strangely before shuffling onto her back to gaze up at me.

   "Yes you do, Harry," she whispered back, grimacing at one particular screech baby Alek let out.

   "What I mean is, he never stops crying when I carry him," I said quietly, biting the inside of my cheek while she sighed quietly.

  When Aleksander was born, Scarlett quickly became a pro at taking care of him, while I sort of took too much time getting used to being a parent. I got discouraged quiet easily, whenever I'd mess up doing diapers, or tending him whenever he was crying so much. I felt insecure that my parenting skills were never up to the job and I began to think that I would never connect with my baby. I tried my hardest, following Scarlett's instructions and researching on the Internet for some help, but it was hard.

   "Baby, you're thinking about it again," Scarlett murmured, knowing exactly what sort of thoughts were running through my head.

   "I'm a bad parent-"

   "You are not a bad parent," Scarlett said rather fiercely, sitting up on the bed and pulling up the sheets to cover her chest. "Parenting will take some time to get better at, Harry, so don't think you're a bad parent baby."

   "But you're so good at it, you're a natural and I'm just shit," I couldn't help but say.

   "Think of it this way, was learning how to never miss while shooting easy? Was all those years of training to become an assassin easy too? Vlad told me you were shit when you started, but look at how much better you got after those years of practice? Harry, you are perfectly capable of handling this, if you could handle killing people," Scarlett told me, waving her hands in an exaggerated way while I shot her a blank look. "It's true!"

   "Scarlett-"

   "Look, I want you go there and calm him down," Scarlett said firmly, making me sigh heavily, nodding and rolling off the bed.

   "But what if he's hungry? I may have four nipples but my boobs don't contain mammary glands-"

   "Harry for god's sake!" Scarlett threw her head back against the pillow, biting her lip to stop herself from laughing. "Alek's cranky majority of the time when he cries at night. Plus I fed him before he went to sleep."

   "Ugh, fine," I groaned heavily.

   "You can do it, I know you can!" she called out quietly while I exited the bedroom.

  I located my boxers, which were hanging off the window sill after the wild night Scarlett and I had, pulling them on before walking quickly towards Alek's room. I approached his cot, finding him jolting in his cot, face pink and scrunched up as he wailed loudly for his mother. Inhaling a deep breath, I picked him up, immediately grimacing when he screeched even louder.

   "Aleksander Russell Styles you sure do scream a lot," I grumbled under my breath, before he let out another wail, flailing his tiny arms around. "Hey, shhhh now, daddy's here," I whispered to him quietly, rocking him gently in my arms as he continued to cry endlessly.

  I was reminded by the day Scarlett and I sorted out the name for the baby. I told her my final choice was Alexander, because when I was younger the only story Russell told me was the story of Alexander the Great. Scarlett considered the name, but then said it was too common. But this I was adamant about Alexander being the name, it felt right. She came up with a solution, saying that it should be Aleksander, which was basically the same as Alexander but with a Bulgarian twist; as she was after all half Bulgarian. Lastly, we both agreed upon Russell being the middle name for the baby.

  After a few minutes of rocking and whispering comforting words, Alek continued to cry and wail for his mother, making me feel even more upset with how hopeless I was at this. I set him back down again, wrapping him cozily in a thin, lightweight blanket that had cute little skulls on it. A present from Valkyrie. I picked him up again, determined to do this by myself even though the best thing to do was to go to Scarlett.

   "If you don't stop crying I'm going to start crying," I mumbled with a pout, my heart tightening when he scrunched his face up and wailed again.

   "Maybe I should sing," I mumbled under my breath, holding him close to my chest.

  I couldn't remember any lullabies since nobody really sang them to me when I was younger. Scarlett never had to sing to help Alek settle down, but at the moment I really didn't know what to do so I was willing to try anything.

   "Do you like Kanye?" I muttered to the baby, making him screech again in response. "Yeah okay, maybe not." I pursed my lips, before a song popped up in my head, making me smile lightly before I began singing.

   It's alright to cry, even my dad does sometimes.

  I was immediately flooded with memories of the song Even My Dad Does Sometimes by Ed Sheeran, and how Scarlett sang it to me when I felt ashamed of crying in front of her. I stood with my feet more than hip-width apart, swiveling back and forth at my hips gently while holding Alek close to my heart, singing softly in a soothing voice. My heart soared in my chest when I noticed the crying had lessened and Alek had begun making tiny whimpering noises before eventually falling asleep again.

  I heard shuffling behind me, my gaze flicking over my shoulder to find Scarlett standing by the doorway with a smile playing on her lips, watching me this whole time. I grinned back happily, causing her smile to grow wider as she approached, running her hands over my bare shoulders and kissing my neck from behind me.

   "I told you you could do it," she whispered happily into my ear, wrapping her arms lightly around my waist and reaching up to kiss my cheek.

   "Did you see that? I sang and he stopped crying!" I couldn't help but whisper happily.

   "I did, baby," she nodded with a proud smile, moving to stand my side, her hand coming up to touch Alek's head delicately before she leaned forwards to press a kiss to his temple.

  A comfortable silence fell over us as we drifted off into our own thoughts, which were probably the same because we were both gazing at our baby with the same sort of look in our eyes. Our lives were completely different now, we weren't assassins anymore, we were parents, something Scarlett and I never thought we'd make it to become.

   "What're you thinking, baby?" I whispered to her questioningly, tugging her out of her thoughts as I carefully lay Aleksander down in the cot.

   "Your promise," she murmured back, leaning into my side as she stared down at our baby. "The one which you said to me that night we were dancing in our underwear to 'I Wanna Be Yours' by the Arctic Monkeys."

   "What about it?" I smiled softly, curling my hands around the cot as she gazed up at me with loving eyes.

   "I was thinking about how you've fulfilled it," she whispered lowly, making me heart swell up and nod in response. "Here we are, out of The Organization, living in this big beautiful house, getting married soon and have already started our family!"

  I grinned at her words, turning to wound my arms around her waist to hold her close to me.

   "I forgot to get you a Bilbo Baggins Junior, that was part of the promise to," I said lowly, making her laugh softly before she widened her eyes, gaze flickering to the baby before she pulled away and tugged me by my hand towards the door.

   "You got me Ares and he's good enough," I told him firmly, and as if on cue, Ares the white/grey husky came strolling towards us at 3:00 in the morning. "Ares, what are you doing up so early?" Scarlett questioned the little pup, frowning at him as he sat down for a second, yawning before getting up again.

  He walked into Alek's room, before curling up on the tiny mat that was situated near the cot, and dozing off again. Scarlett and I smiled at the adorable sight, me reaching out to shut the door quietly before we headed back into our bedroom. We crawled under the covers; Scarlett curled her arms around my torso and laid her head on my chest, hooking her thigh onto my waist while I wound my arm around her shoulder, holding her to me.

   "Looks like Alek woke Ares up," she chuckled under her breath.

   "He's Alek's little bodyguard," I murmured sleepily, making her nod in response.

  As soon as we brought Alek home, Ares grew attached to him immediately, always following Scarlett around whenever she had Alek in her arms. It came to a point where we'd completely trust Ares to watch over Alek whenever we needed to. It was almost like Ares had two personas, one as a cuddly, loving, ball of fur: the other as a vicious protector of the family.

  Scarlett had dozed off next to me, snoring lightly while clutching me to her in her sleep. I smiled down at her, pulling my hand to tuck her dark locks behind her ear before turning my head to the side and kissing her forehead. Everything had been feeling strange and surreal lately, it was almost like it was hard to believe that I was a retired assassin now, living like a normal human being with a beautiful baby boy and the girl who captured my heart in a blink of the eye; the girl I was lucky enough to call my fiancé.

  Even though it all felt foreign to me, l loved it. I felt happier than I have ever been in my entire life. I was scared and excited for the start of our new family, our new life technically now that we actually have a baby together. But what made it all better was that I was able to have it all with my best friend, the love of my life, Scarlett, right next to me.

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That ending sucked yuck.

💀 no one guessed the name spot on! But loads of people thought Russell would've been the name which is actually weird because i never thought of that! 

💀 at the end of the book after the epilogue I'll put up a chapter thingy full of pictures, just of the dog and the wedding, Alek and all that.

QUESTION FOR MY NEXT BOOK:

Who do you dislike more Jennifer Lawrence or Gigi Hadid?

ALSO HERE IS THE RING 👇🏽

Until we meet again...

t.m.