I took a nap, around noon, feeling absolutely exhausted. I just slept on the couch, not wanting to move.
When I woke up with my stomach in pain. I knew this pain. I felt it with the twins. I'm in labor. Holy fucking shit. I'm about to have a baby.
Right as I stood up, water down my legs. My water...I need Harry. Within a few minutes another contraction hit, making me whimper in pain. Why are they so bad already? I needed to call Mum.
"Mum," I said when she answered her phone.
"Yes baby?"
"The baby! I need to call Harry! Bye!" I said, not meaning to do that, but I was freaking out. Harry answered on the second ring. "Harry! Baby!"
"What? Baby? Huh?"
"The fucking baby is coming! You fucking idiot!" I screamed at my phone, then I heard rustling on the other end.
"Did you call your mum? I won't have time to come pick you up, but I can meet you at the hospital."
"I'll ask her to come get me. Goodbye, I love you." I said, making sure he knew, after my outburst.
"I love you too. Now go have our baby. I'll be there!" He hung up and I saw that Mum had texted.
We'll be there in five, xx
Thanks x
I waited and waited, it seemed like forever until my mum was knocking on my door.
"Come in!"
She and Tina came rustling in. I smiled gratefully, as they helped me up from the couch.
"My baby bag is in our bedroom, can you get it?" I asked Tina, who nodded and took off towards the back hallway.
"You ready?" Mum asked. "It'll be better than the twins right? I mean it's only one. It is only one right?"
"Yes!"
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"Callie Jane Tomlinson," Harry mumbled, looking down at the bundle of blankets in his arm. It was two days after I gave birth and we're going home today!
Callie Jane Tomlinson was born in September eighth, at six pm. She was six pounds, six ounces and nineteen inches. She is perfect. She had my blue eyes, and a few of Harry's curls atop her hair. She had Harry's nose and my mouth. Everyone who came to visit her adored her.
I'm sad to leave the hospital, where I've gotten close to the nurses. But I haven't seen the twins in two days and I miss them. We thought it best to keep them out of the hospital, because they can be really loud and obnoxious sometimes. So, today they'll be meeting their little sister.
I put Callie in a cute little onesie, after changing her diaper of course. Then Harry got the bags ready and her car seat. I was very sore, and could barely walk, but other than that I felt pretty good. I've got my little angel.
"Sup shitheads!" An Irish voice boomed through the hospital room, making Callie cry.
"Niall! We have a two day old!" Harry scolded, making Niall's smile go away.
"I'm sorry. Aw she's so cute! Anyway, are we ready?" Niall had agreed to drive us home, and picked the twins up as well. He's a big help, and sometimes I like him.
"Yes, and stop screaming. She doesn't like loud noises. You tit." I said, putting Callie in her car seat that Harry had put on the bed. I buckled her up and let Harry pick her up. I was still too sore to pick her up.
"Let's go," i muttered, following behind Harry and Niall.
