She was precious. My beautiful daughter, she was finally here. Her beautiful eyes were shut as she took her nap right after breastfeeding. Her dark hair was just like her grandma, Anne.
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The last I heard of Harry, he was barley boarding the plane around the exact time I started to push.
Anne was in love with her. She cried when she saw the color of her eyes since she inherited them from her father, thank god.
Evan Styles was born July 10, 2017. She weighed 7lb and 6 oz. She was born on her exact due date around 11 at night. It's now the next afternoon and I was left alone to have sometime with my new born when Harry ran into the room looking very flushed.
"Y/n." Is all he says when he spots me on the bed holding Evan. Evan was frightened by the sudden noise of the door and started to whimper, then let out a strong cry.
"Oh no, baby. It's okay. Just the bum of your father." I coo as I lay her on my chest and pat her back softly. Evan stops crying then turns to look at me with her pretty wide eyes.
"Hey baby." I coo again. She shows a small smile then lets out a yawn. My gorgeous girl.
"She's so beautiful. Just like her mommy." I hear Harry say from beside me as he looks down at her with nothing but adoration for her. I smile at his affection and almost tear up at the scene. Key word: almost.
"What were you really doing?" I ask as his smile immediately drops. "You already want to have our first fight in front of our daughter in the damn hospital. "See Harry, the thing is that I didn't say anything about a 'fight'. Is there something you feel guilty about?" I ask crossing my arms. He lets out a sigh and rolls his eyes. At that, Evan starts to stir and raise her tiny arms to her head. Harry smiles a bit as he looks down at her and I try so hard to not let my anger fade away. How can I stay mad?
"You missed her birth, Harry." I whisper as I watch my princess raise her brows with her eyes closed and give us a toothless grin. "I can forget all the times you go out with Kendall but not the day you miss your child's birth for being out with her." I whisper again.
"Please, babe." he sighs giving my daughter back. He fiddles with his fingers nervously and I know I caught his ass. "Did you bring her?" I quietly say, scared of his answer. He stays silent for a while, making me ask again.
"She wanted to--"
"I don't give a damn if she wanted to. I'm okay with the fact that you fell out of love for me but-"
"I'm not done loving you!"
"Be quiet,I'm talking!" I whisper yell as the baby starts to wiggle in my arms. "I don't care who you are with anymore. But you don't disrespect me or my child like that. You have no right. Now get the hell out of here before I go and hunt your mistress down." I say sternly as he leaves with no fight.
"Oh and Harry? Get your shit out of my house." I say.
_________________ A very happy birthday to the most beautiful soul. ❤️❤️
