you're my last shot

fluff in the hospital after the baby's born

"I told you she has your nose."

Y/N scoffs, pretending not to feel the tears well up behind her eyes as she watches Harry slowly stroke their newborn's cheek. It'd been an intense labor — hours of endless pain, crying, and wanting to rip Harry's dick off — but she couldn't deny how incredible he'd been the entire time. He advocated for her birth plan, stroked her hair back so it wouldn't stick to her sweaty forehead, fed her ice chips for hours straight... and now, they finally reaped the benefits of having the most beautiful baby girl in their arms.

She was here. She was healthy. And she was theirs.

"I don't think I've ever loved anything so much." Y/N whispers, blinking tiredly at the sleeping infant. She's only been in the world for a few hours, but Y/N hardly remembers living a life without her in it.

"Me neither," Harry whispers back, "Thank you so much. I know it hasn't been easy, but... you were incredible."

She smiles gently. "Wouldn't have made it without you."

"You would have," Harry asserts, shifting slightly to better support the baby's neck, "You're you. You can literally do anything."

"You're giving me too much credit, Harry."

He shakes his head before leaning down to brush his nose against their baby's forehead.

"Love you so much, baby bug," he mumbles. Y/N heart warms and, in a moment of complete exhaustion, she leans her head on his shoulder, allowing herself to take in the beauty of her small, messed up little family. "No matter what, mumma and I will always love you. More than anything in the world."

"Mhm," Y/N murmurs, thumbing over her chubby little cheek. "Always."