Fín {Third Book to Secret}

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May POV (3 months later)

My water broke when I woke up this morning.

Harry and I were sitting in bed talking, then bam. It happened.

This time around I was very calm. I took my time changing into sweatpants and putting on my shoes.

Harry was the one who was panicking.

Now, I'm in bed my hospital room managing through the contractions.

Des is with Finn outside the room.

We got here at 8 this morning now it's 4 in the afternoon.

I'm starving.

I'm tired.

I want to push already.

Dr. Westfall comes in, checks if I'm ready to push, gives me the same news, then leaves.

"Fuck." I groan loudly.

I always forget how bad this part is. "You're doing good." Harry tells me while holding my hands.

"Now is when you should've told me you're thankful for me carrying our kids because now I'm in fucking pain." I say while squeezing onto him. I semi scream in pain again. "Distract me."

"Uh, okay." Harry says. "We haven't picked out a name." My heart drops.

"She's being born today and she doesn't have a fucking name?!" I exclaim. "Why haven't we thought about this until now?" I say loudly.

"I-I don't know. What name do you like?" My husband asks.

"We can name her after your Mom." I say. Sweat is on my forehead.

"Really?" Harry asks while looking into my eyes.

"Yeah." I say. "Was her full name Anne or was it short for something?" I manage to ask.

"Annabelle. She didn't like the nickname Anna, so she went by Anne." Harry explains shortly.

"Okay." I say while letting out a deep breath. "That's a long enough name, right? We don't need a middle name?" I ask.

"Yeah, we're good on that. So Annabelle Styles?"

"Yep. That's her name." I breath out. "Ow fuck I want her out of me already!"

***

I'm pushing currently.

An hour after we picked out her name I started to push.

My hands dig into Harry's forearm as I push. I can't tell if my grip on him is hard. When I look at him he looks nervous.

"Push a little harder." My doctor tells me. I take a deep breath and do what he says.

I.

Am.

In.

So.

Much.

Pain.

Every time I push I feel more and more tired.

I stop for a brief moment and take a deep breath. I begin to push harder as I'm told too. Soon I feel little feet hit my thighs making my eyes automatically tear up.

The sound of a crying baby fills the room and I grip onto Harry hand. His green eyes are welled up as mine are.

Within a few minutes a baby is placed in my arms. Her tiny head is in my heart and her crying is muffled.