Harry Styles's little sister (huke mpreg)

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Harry: 2 years old
Frankie: 13 years old
Gemma: 6 years old
Ariana: 11 months old, almost a year old

May 1996

  Anne and Des sat on the couch, arm in arm, as they watch their baby girl sitting on the floor, playing with her toys. It has been an exhausting but also amazing year, seeing their little daughter growing up. To see her crawling through the rooms bring so much joy to us, how happy she looks and how beautiful she is. Whenever Des has a break he sits at home and plays with her and in the night they have finally some alone time where it is just us and no one else.

And even though Des is not always at home he couldn't be any happier and Anne wouldn't have chosen someone else as the father for her babies and as her husband.

   They are both in a heated conversation about groceries that they didn't even see when their daughter tried to climb up the coffee table which separates them from her. But their heads turn when they heard a muffled 'plop'.

Frowning, they look at her. Des's hand still strokes Anne's leg which lies over his. Their daughter tries it again. She tries to lift herself up and when she stands a proud smile is on her lips and a squealing sound fills the room.

"Do you think she will make it this time without help?" Des mumurs against Anne's ear but his eyes not leaving their daughter who still tries to do her first steps on her own.

"I don't know." Anne says honestly and she moves her foot, letting go of the table.

And she makes it!

Anne jump out of Des's embrace and covers her mouth with her hand.

"Oh my god, Des! She did her first steps!" Anne yells excitedly as she saw her youngest daughter taking four steps on her own, without any help, until she plops down again. When Anne turns around, she sees Des sitting on the sofa, his elbows resting on his knees as he covers his mouth again which seems to hang wide open. His eyes are full of love and joy. Anne pick their daughter Ariana up and carries her back to the couch. Multiple kisses are placed on her head as she sits between them, giggles escaping her throat.

"I'm so glad she made them when you were here, with us."

"I'm so happy I could see her do this," Des replies and his large hand strokes over her tiny hand. He leans a bit forward to place a kiss on Anne's lips which still hold the wide smile, "I'm so happy you're my wife, Anne."

Anne looks at him after they shared a short kiss. Their baby daughter still plays with his hands as Des and Anne are lost in each other's eyes and thoughts about the other one.

"One day she is going to run away from you," Anne says laughing and tilts Ariana's head back, "Right, that's how fast you are. One day you can run away from Des and his tickle attacks."

"She really enjoys them!" He says, playing insulted before he starts tickling her and their daughter screams through the whole house. She scoots closer to Anne and Anne protects her from his fingers by placing her back on the floor so she can continue with what she did before she made her first steps.

"I love you, Anne." Des whispers while he pulls her closer again, so close, she can feel his heartbeat under her soft fingers.