The Second

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Sara's POV:

It was nearing one o'clock in the morning when I moved around and realized my sheets were wet. It wasn't long afterward when I started feeling pain so I sat up on the edge of the bed. I nudged Harry but he didn't wake up so I did it again and shouted, "Harry!"

He sprang to his feet as he attempted to completely open his eyes. He had not recovered from his exhaustion.

"What, what is it?" He inquired. 

I explained, "My water just broke and it would appear that he or she isn't wasting any time to get out." 

Harry became frantic. He dashed off to get the go-bag before sprinting back to assist me to the car. He seemed to be driving slowly, but he was actually rushing to the hospital. I was rushed to a delivery room and refused an epidermal when we arrived. Aside from the pain, my delivery went smoothly. Harry Uriah Styles Jr. weighed 8.5 ounces when he was born and had ten perfect little toes and 10 little fingers. 

Once he was cleaned off by the nurses, Harry carried him over to me before gently placing him on my chest. I started crying tears of happiness. Harry and I had started a family together. This was the happiest moment of my life. 

Harry kissed me on the lips before kissing me on the head.

"He is beautiful," He said softly. 

"He sure is," I replied as I gently stroked our son's cheek. 

When we looked up, we saw Jiselle, Liam, Lyndsey, Niall, and Lacey all standing outside the entrance, waiting to come in. They'd brought flowers and balloons with them. They gathered around us with smiles on their faces. 

"Congratulations you two!" Lyndsey squealed. 

"One down, four to go!" Jiselle blurted out. 

I looked up at her and said, "Oh no!" 

Lyndsey, Jiselle, and I broke out laughing from an inside joke that started between us back in college. 

"What does that mean?" Harry asked. 

"Back in college, Lyndsey predicted that Sara would have five children," Jiselle began. 

"That I did," Lyndsey admitted. 

"It began an inside joke," Jiselle concluded. 

"I'm not opposed to the idea," Harry smiled.

I quickly hit him in the chest before assuring him that we won't be having five children. I don't feel like wrangling five children at home while Harry is on tour. Ugh, no thank you. 

"I assure you all, that won't be in the future." 



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