Broken Hearted Love {Book 2}

Epilogue

"God only knows how much I need you. I could explode. If I can't breathe, I'm on the ropes - 5, 4, 3, 2. Cause you're the one, I guess I'm done. That's how it goes. Where will I be without you, yeah? God only knows." - God Only Knows by MKTO

Epilogue

Christy's POV

"You're doing great, baby." Harry whispered the sweet words into my ear. Sweat dripped down the curve of my forehead, sitting at the top of my brow. His hand gripped mine, his long fingers laced through mine. I squeezed and squeezed harder and harder with every contraction. The stories never lied. Child birth sucked. It was painful and sticky. I looked and felt nasty and I just wanted this damn baby out of me. The pressure in my back was so intense now there was no position that could make me feel comfortable. I had tried to walk around a little to ease the pain but after awhile other things started to ache which caused me to sit down and then the back pain intensified again. It was a cycle I wasn't fond of. We had been at the hospital for fifteen hours already. It was five o'clock in the morning. My eyelids felt heavy with sleep and desperately craved it. But I was too uncomfortable.

"Let's see how we're doing." The doctor, along with a nurse, said and smiled as he walked into our room. I laid back, propping my feet up so doc could get a better a look. The nurse stood by the machines next to my bed and checked on them all. When the doctor didn't say anything right away, Harry spoke up, bouncing his knee up and down in the chair beside me.

"How's it looking, doc?"

Harry had been more than supportive throughout this entire pregnancy. He read all the baby books more times than I did. He kept track of my food more than I did. He would always be there to rub my feet when I needed, no argument ever. He was the perfect father-to-be.

The beginning was rough though. After he was released from the hospital, he was referred to a physical therapist. Turns out the bullet had caused nerve damage and he could barely move his left arm. He wanted to be there for me, but knew he couldn't until he was improving in his therapy. He fought through every single frustration and now he sat next to me gripping my hand with all his might.

"I think it's time to push." The doctor looked up at Harry and I with a smile. I could feel Harry's eyes on me and when my gaze met his, I couldn't help the gleaming smile that made its way onto my face. His grin was ear to ear. He was excited, ecstatic, and happy. And I loved him more and more every second of our lives. We were about to become parents.

That night we welcomed our beautiful baby girl into the world - Cadence Elizabeth.

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Her chubby fingers and her rolly-polly legs were adorable. She bounced and rolled around the play pin in the corner of our bedroom. With her soft sandy hair and green-blue eyes, she was the perfect angel. I could barely leave her side. I loved being her mommy and it had only been three weeks.

"How are my two favorite girls?" Harry spoke from the door of our room. He was so handsome and I loved him more than anything. Every time I looked at him I fell in love over and over again. He leaned against the door jam, one foot crossed across the other's ankle. He wore a fitted burgundy tshirt and loose jeans with tattered holes throughout them. They were the only jeans he owned that weren't skinny jeans and he always looked delicious in them.