Harry Imagines

2 Years Ago

This was worse than being on your period. At least that only lasted a week per month. But this, carrying around a human being in your uterus for 9 whole months, was strenuous. It was exciting at first with the ultrasounds and feeling the periodic movements inside there, but all you wanted was to get the damn thing out already. Your husband, Harry, was still fascinated by all of this. He has been since he found out you were pregnant. For the past 9 months, your stomach has been getting more attention from him than you have.

The two of you were lounging on the sofa in the living room and Harry had his arm wrapped around your waist while the hand of his other arm rested on your bulging belly. His hand was so large it covered the entire top of your belly. He began his ritual of rubbing your round tummy and then leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on it. You smiled and repeatedly ran your hand over the back of his curly head.

“Any moment now,” he mumbled against your stomach. You felt a kick and your hands involuntarily went to the sides of your stomach as you giggled. Harry’s eyes bugged out of his head as he gave his signature dimply smile, exposing his full set of pearly whites.

“She knows her daddy’s voice,” you laughed again.

His smiling eyes flickered to you and then he grinned down at your tummy. He planted a few more kisses on it before leaning back in the couch, cuddling you into his side as he continued to rub soothing circles on it. She began kicking again but you pushed the sensation aside, focusing on the circular patterns Harry was doing. A few moments hardly passed before you jolted forward, clutching your stomach. These weren’t just kicks anymore, it was happening. Now.

“Babe? (Y/N)? What’s happening?” Harry asked worried, leaping forward as well.

“It’s time, Harry,” you choked out, squeezing your eyes shut from the pain.

“What? Now?” he jumped to his feet and stood in front of you.

“Yes! Now!” you seethed through clenched teeth as you looked up at him to shoot a deadly glare. “Get… the car… ready,” you spoke through your irregular breathing. You tried the breathing techniques from the Childbirth classes you and Harry took together but the anxiety of going into labor now was overpowering.

Harry seized your hand and pulled you to your feet. He helped you wobble to the car and fumbled to put the keys in the ignition. The car finally started and he slammed his foot on the gas pedal. “Baby, remember, breathe. You need to breathe. In and out,” he said, clutching your hand in his.

“I know how to breathe, Harry! Just fucking hurry! Oh, Jesus Christ,” you gritted your teeth together. You squeezed the living daylight out of Harry’s hand but he tried his hardest not to pull away. There was nothing you wanted more than to get this kid out of you. There was no other pain like this and you couldn’t even imagine how much more unbearable it was about to become.

The minutes crawled by but you were finally in the Delivery Room with Harry by your side, still gripping your hand. Sweaty, exhausted, hurting, you were beyond ready to get this over with. The process was long and excruciating, you were sure Harry’s hand was turning purple. You gave one final push with an ear-piercing scream and fell back into the pillow, eyes closed and panting. You heard the screaming and crying of a baby but it was faint. All you wanted to do was go to sleep. You felt a warm hand brush the sticky hair out of your face and a pair of familiar lips press to your forehead.

“Hey, love, someone wants to see her mum,” Harry whispered. The nurse stood by him, a tiny bundle cradled in her arms. She smiled down at you as she placed the bundle down gently in your arms. You pulled down the blanket to see the chubby face of your new baby girl. Her eyes were still shut tight but she definitely had Harry’s lips. Your own lips turned upward.

“Hi, beautiful. Look, babe, she has your lips,” you laughed, biting down on your lower lip. You didn’t notice you were crying until you felt a few tears roll down your cheek and heard a few sniffles escape. Harry rubbed his thumb across your cheek and bent down to kiss you and your little girl.

“She does, doesn’t she? But she’s going to be as beautiful as her mum,” he beamed as he looked down at her.  His hand stroked your hair while the other caressed his daughter’s face.

“I love you, Harry,” you spoke softly.

“I love you so much, (Y/N),” he said. “Both of you,” he added looking back and forth between you and her. You could see his eyes were wet as he bent down to kiss you gently and lovingly. You traced your fingertips along your daughter’s features. This moment you shared with Harry knocked out those 9 distressing months by a long shot, this little girl was going to be yours and Harry’s entire world.

-Muskaan xx