REDAMANCY [h.s. au]

epilogue 1

The epilogues will be sort of short.
I just wanted y'all to be able to have a little
glimpse into their life💕

⭑no one's pov⭑

~about 11 months later~

Holland stretches out, shaking off the much deserved sleep from her limbs when she hears the muffled giggles of Ivy and Harry's voice shushing her.

Under the warmth of soft cotton sheets, she turns to see a sight she still, even after 3 months, can't believe is her reality. Ivy waltzes in, red Christmas plaid pajamas on and wild dirty blonde bed hair. Then walks in Harry, cup of coffee held in one hand and the other resting on the fabric of the wrap that their baby is sound asleep in against his chest.

"Merry Christmas!" Ivy exclaims, climbing in bed next to Holland to throw her arms around her neck.

"Merry Christmas, Ivy!" She exclaims back with as much excitedness she can muster after just waking up from the most delightful slumber.

Being a new mum suited her better than she or Harry could've imagined. She doted on the new addition day and night. But the lack of sleep was certainly still something that she wasn't quite adjusted to, even after 3 months. And whenever Harry is able, he gets up with her in the night or lets her sleep in an extra hour or two while he gets up with the kids.

Harry's smile is brighter than the lights that decorate the Christmas tree down the hall. He saunters over to his wife, still in disbelief sometimes that Holland is real and that he's married to her and that she's the mother of his precious, new daughter.

Placing the coffee on the nightstand, he then leans down carefully, and pecks her lips. "How'd you sleep, baby?" He asks her, mouth still on hers.

"So good. Thank you for getting up with her," Holland mutters in a coarse voice that's still laced with sleepiness.

"You deserve some extra rest."

"How's Willa been? I know she gave you a hard time with the bottle the other morning," Holland says, scooting up as Ivy nestles into the crook of her arm.

"She's been an absolute angel all morning. Took the bottle and then I put her in here to get some things done, and she's been passed out since," he says as he mindlessly rubs her fuzzy little head where blonde hairs are starting to become more noticeable. So natural and in his element with the baby; every time Holland sees him with her, her chest fills with a pool of warmth and love.

"I don't blame her. Your chest is a very comfy place to fall asleep on," Holland remarks, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

That's exactly how she, herself, fell asleep last night after they had a glass of wine together and wrapped presents while Willa slept soundly in her bassinet next to them.

"Can we open presents now?" Ivy begs, her little hands clasped together.

"I think we can do that," she replies with a lazy smile. "You gotta let me brush my teeth and wash my face first, though."

"We'll be waiting for you," Harry tells Holland as he ushers Ivy out of the bed and they disappear out of sight.

As she gets ready, the most delightful soundtrack plays, flowing through the atmosphere. Her family's noisiness filling the flat with the sweet sounds of life. The gentle coos of baby Willa. The nonstop chattering away from energetic Ivy. Harry playing the piano. I'd love had a sound, she was sure it'd be just like that.