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Harry was told what was expected from him. He was betrothed to the heir of the Tomlinson pack even before he was born. Surrounded and raised by biddable omegas, whose only purpose in life was to serve their alphas, he became on...
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Please be aware, that Harry breastfeeds the baby here. The one who births is the one who nurtures (again not in every case) Please don't comment about how it's impossible 😍👍🏻
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"She's so small, Lou." Harry's eyes were glistening with tears, and concerningly wide. This time, however, they weren't widened just for the sake of it. He could detect the fear, the apprehension, probably a little anxiety mixed in there, too. He was in no better state, though. They were served parenthood on a silver platter they hadn't asked for. "She's an omega." Harry whispered again, "like me." Harry's voice was full of awe and wonder as if he couldn't just wait to embark on the journey of parenthood.
"She's so fucking pretty." He agreed quietly and earnestly.
"Excuse me." The male nurse who had assisted them during the whole surgery pushed past him to get to the baby who still had her eyes closed. Louis hoped she would inherit Harry's pretty green eyes. "You should rest." The nurse instructed a very drowsy Harry, picking the newborn up from his chest with practiced ease. "I'll get her back to you once we get her weighted and all cleaned up." He observed how Harry tried his best to keep his eyes open before his attention was diverted to the nurse who walked out of the room with their baby in his hands.
He stayed by Harry's side as they wheeled him into the recovery room, pacing the length of the spacious room once they were left to their own devices again. The nurse still hadn't fucking shown up as he had promised. He supposed he could at least, inform some other staff that a nurse had disappeared with his baby. She was an omega, for fuck's sake. What if he actually ran away with her or something? Just as he was about to storm up to the receptionist, the door was pulled open, and in walked the same nurse, this time with a mound of blankets in his hands.
"You should let the mother rest, don't wake him up. If you have any queries or questions, you can always press the button next to the bed." The nurse breathed it all out in a breath, as if reciting an old scripture he had learned by heart. The man was transferring the mound of blankets in his arms before Louis could will his brain to even process the words being spoken, and in another twinkling of a star, the nurse was gone, and Louis was left with a newborn in his arms, all swaddled up in the most enchanting way possible.
She had her nose scrunched up, hands balled in loose fists. Louis was probably biased, but she was the most beautiful and adorable newborn he had ever seen. All the other newborns he had seen were ugly as fuck, he was thankful their baby had acquired the Styles genes quite well. He took cautious steps towards the couch, careful to not let the baby get harmed in any way. When he was finally seated on the tiny couch, he let himself look at the pup in his arms.
God. He was a father now. That was a hard pill to swallow.
The bubble of serenity encompassing them was popped open by his phone blaring the fucking stupid ringtone he had grown tired of. Stifling a growl, he fished out his phone from his pocket while ensuring the baby in his arms wouldn't topple over in the process. "What?" He hissed at the speaker, already annoyed by seeing Zayn's caller ID on the screen. "I'm at your house, but it's locked apparently? And Cliff's all emo, laying around by the porch." Shit. Harry was going to have his head. He had completely forgotten about Cliff. "Yeah, listen, we are at the hospital—"
