Harry Styles's little sister (huke mpreg)

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Harry: 1 year old
Frankie: 12 years old
Gemma: 5 years old

June 26, 1995

"Are you ready to meet your baby sister Ariana, kiddos?" Des asked his 5 year old daughter Gemma and 12 year old son Frankie, holding his one year old son Harry on his hip.

"Yes." Frankie says excitedly, along with Gemma as he opens the door and walked inside where Anne is sitting on the hospital bed holding their newborn daughter Ariana.

"Mummy!" Gemma says excitedly when she saw Anne laying in the hospital bed with a little bundle in her arms. Her eyes are droopy and she has blue circles under her eyes.

"Oh, there's my babies!" Anne says as she smiles widely at her three little kids as they patter over to her with the biggest smile that she's ever seen coating their features. "Hello my love bugs!"

"Mumma, you had the baby!" Gemma says as she grips onto the edges of Anne's hospital bed as she goes to try and get a better look at Ariana who is still squished up against Anne's bare chest.

"I did! Do you see her? Isn't she the cutest?" Anne gushes as she smiles at all of their little faces as they inspect their little sister in complete awe.

"Mummy, fingers." Harry lisps through his pacifier with a big smile as he points his finger towards the baby's tiny little fingers that are grasping at Anne's bare chest.

"Yeah, she has the tiniest fingers ever, huh?" Anne says as she nods her head at Harry. "I missed you three so much. Do you want to come closer?"

"Careful, careful, go slow." Des warns as he holds a protective hand out as he watches Frankie and Gemma immediately begin to climb up onto the bed. "Be gentle with mumma."

He grabs Gemma in his free arm and helps lift her up onto the bed since she was a bit too short to climb up there on her own, plopping Harry down right next to them.

"Oh hello, lovey," Anne whispers with a big grin as Gemma lays her cheek down on Anne's shoulder, sitting right next to her on the bed and reaching to interlock her tiny fingers with hers, picking her palm up that was resting on the bed. She places their interlocked hands in hers and snuggles his cheek deeper into Anne's shoulder.

"Hi lovey, I've missed you," Anna whispers, dropping a kiss on Gemma's head and squeezing her hand that's interlocked with hers.

"Mumma, why are you shaking?" Frankie asks with a bit of concern coating his voice, but more so curiously, his interest in pregnancy and birth already starting even as young as he is.

"Sometimes right after you have a baby, you just get a bit shaky because your body is really tried and a bit confused about what just happened and trying to get back to normal." Anne tries to explain, knowing that Frankie has absolutely no idea what the word "hormones" means, so it's no use trying to explain to him the actual terms.

"Oh," Frankie nods with a little grin, his eyes peeking at his little sister. "But you're okay?"

"I'm more than okay. I'm so happy that all of you are here," Anne smiles widely, winking at Frankie to make him giggle slightly before peeking over at Harry who's slumping against Gemma's side, looking like he's two seconds away from succumbing to his half-lidded eyes.