Hideaway [h.s]

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Holy shit happy 300k for Malignant btw!

Amelia Adams

When I opened my eyes, I was facing the far wall of a hospital room, the same wall I would stare at when I gave birth. I looked down at myself to see I was laying in my hospital gown, in the hospital bed that was half elevated on my back side so I was laying at an angle rather then flat.

"There she is.." I hear a light gasp and a whisper to my right, making me turning my head to see who said that.

I locked eyes with Harry sitting in the chair facing my bed, holding Briar swaddled in his arms.

The image itself made my chest feel heavy but in the best way possible. I just wanted to cry seeing him there holding our baby.

"Hi sweetheart." He says to me in his low rugged voice. I felt lost of words.

I looked down at the baby who was laying in his arms, seeing from the side how beautiful she was but needed to see her straight on. I barely got to see her before things went bad.

"C-can I-" I imply to Harry, making him nod.

"Well you did give birth to her." He jokes while standing up, walking the two sets to me and leaning over to put her in my arms. He shimmied onto the bed next to me, sitting just like me while we both looked down at Briar. I moved slightly so we both had room, tying to ignore the uncomfortable pain between my legs. I didn't want to ask about my operation right now, I just wanted to finally see my daughter whom I've been carrying for nearly nine months.

She looked up at me with bright green eyes, making my heart stop.

"Her eyes.." I couldn't help but put my hand over my mouth because the emotions hit me hard.

"I know." He murmurs from next to me.

I was emotional because when I looked at those eyes, I just saw Harry. Her eyes were exactly like his, bright emerald. She looked just like her father and it made my heart absolutely melt.

"They're just like yours." I sniffle.

"A little brighter I think even." He snickers while kissing my cheek, brushing my hair off my shoulder.

"No, that is the colour of your eyes." I correct while turning my head to him.

"Mine are dark green." He states, making me shake my head.

"Not always, your eyes change with your mood. When you're angry or upset they're dark, but when you're happy they are like this." I look back down at Briar.

"Oh," He murmurs.

I was in awe of our daughter, she was beautiful. She had the most cutest face and glowing eyes. She was definitely a little version of Harry. Her cheeks were full so she had dimples and she had the most amazing olive skin. She was our baby, and I couldn't wait to watch her grow up.

"Thank you." Harry mumbles.

"For what?" I say while still smiling at Briar.

"For giving me a family, and teaching me how to love. If it weren't for you, I would still be alone and hooking up with random prostitutes everyday. You showed me that I'm not broken, and I'm capable of love. I love you so much baby and I don't think I'll get to ever make it up for you." He spills out.

I widened my eyes at his sudden act of sincerity and looked at him, feeling touched by his words, but couldn't help but notice he was wrong.