Jingle Belle's

December 24th (Five years later...)

I sigh loudly as I throw my hair up into a bun, sweat dripping profusely down my forehead as I bounce up and down on my yoga ball.

Oliver runs into our bedroom with a frantic expression, "Why are you still sat there? We need to go to the hospital!"

I roll my eyes, "This isn't my first rodeo baby, we're going to be a while. My waters haven't even broke yet."

"See your tone sounds calm but nothing about this is calm, our son is literally about to come out of you!"

I scoff as I continue bouncing, "He isn't literally about to come out of me, he's still in there for a while."

"You don't know that!"

I narrow my eyes, "Oh I'm sorry, are you the one who has given birth before? Oh wait you're not!"

"That was like ten years ago!"

"It was not ten years ago!"

"Oh I'm sorry, it'll be ten in a few months my bad!" He exclaims as he begins to pace up and down the room anxiously.

"Baby?"

He stops in his tracks, "Yeah?"

"You're panicking is going to make me panic. And remember we don't want a panicked mother."

He sighs as he comes closer towards me, "I'm sorry, I didn't realise I'd be this scared."

I reach out and squeeze his hand, "It's normal to be scared. We're literally about to have a baby."

"Oh my god, we're about to have a baby. I'm literally going to be a father of two."

My heart warms at the mention of a father of two, we've been married for two years and he constantly refers to Belle as if she was his own.

"Speaking of Belle, has Cole rang?"

Oliver nods slowly, "He has, he said that he'll drop Belle off at the hospital once the baby is here. I mean if we even get to the hospital because you don't seem to be going there any time soon."

I raise an eyebrow, "What did we say about panicking?"

"Not too."

"Exactly."

"Do we have to call the baby Jesus?"

I let out a spluttered laugh, "W-What?"

"Because he's going to be born on Christmas Day? Are we like obligated to call him Jesus?"

I rest a hand on my enlarged bump, "I'm not calling our child Jesus. We've already agreed on a name."

"You're acting freakishly calm."

"And you're acting freakishly neurotic, it's like we freaky Friday'ed or some shit."

He shrugs as he sits down besides me, "Sometimes when there's two people and someone panics it makes the other one strangely calm."

"You might have a point there." I murmur softly before I hiss out in pain.

Oliver stands on his feet with alarmed eyes, "That's it, get your pregnant ass off the ball, we're going to the hospital."

I grit my teeth together, "We're fine!"

"You're in pain."

"Obviously I'm pain, I'm in fucking labour dickface!"

"Don't call me that, I'm clearly going through something emotional right now, so I'd appreciate no name calling."

"I'd appreciate you not freaking out when I'm having contractions!"

"Can you hear yourself?!"

"Can you?"

My bottom lip wobbles as tears slowly roll down my cheeks, "I'm not ready!"

His eyes widen even further before he gently cradles my face, "What are you talking about?"

"E-Everything changed after Belle was born."

"What do you mean?" He murmurs softly as he presses a kiss to the top of my head.

"I-I had really bad postpartum depression, I-I lost every part of me and what if it happens again? What if I'm just an awful mother? What if I can't share my love equally to Belle and the new baby?"

"Hey hey." My husband whispers as he strokes my hair down, "You're the best mother I know, you're so strong baby, so strong. You're so caring and fun. You're going to love the shit out of both of our babies, okay? And if it happens again, the key word being IF then we solve it together, we do everything together. You're not alone anymore, you've got me always."

I rest my cheek into the palm of his hand, "I love you Oliver Harrington, like a shit ton."

"And I love you too Poppy Harrington, like a shit ton."

...

Tears continue to roll down my cheeks as I stare at the tiny human resting on my chest, Oliver looks down at us both in awe before pressing a kiss to the top of our heads.

"You did so good baby, so fucking good." He whispers before kissing me softly.

"You were a pretty good cheerleader." I sniffle as I gently stroke our son's face.

"I think I fell even more in love with you and I didn't even know it was possible."

"You've changed so much, the Oliver I knew would never say stuff like that."

He shakes his head, "You just gave me the courage to open up."

I smile softly as I rest my head on his forearm, "Do you remember when you used to tell me that everyone you dated was boring?"

"They weren't boring, they just weren't you."

I grin brightly as him as he presses another kiss to the top of my head, "I can't believe you're a daddy."

"I've been a daddy for a few years now, as you said this isn't my first rodeo." He whispers.

I squeeze his hand, "Yeah, you have been."

...

My heart completely combusts when Belle rushes into the hospital room and makes a straight beeline to her step-dad who is currently cradling her younger brother. Cole walks into the room with a sheepish grin and a bouquet of flowers.

"These are from both Belle and I, how you holding up mom?" He asks softly as he places the flowers on the side.

"Pretty good considering I just gave birth to a whopper of a child."

"I'm really happy for you, both of you. You deserve this."

I give him a grateful smile, "Thank you, I appreciate that."

He looks around the room with an unreadable expression before shoving his hands into his pockets, "Well, I'll let you guys enjoy your baby bubble but I'll see you later. Congratulations, again."

Belle looks up with complete adoration shining in her eyes, "Mom he's beautiful, I love him already."

My heart squeezes tightly as tears burn the corner of my eyes, "So you're done being upset over him being a boy?"

"Completely done. I can't wait until we can bring him home."

Oliver looks down at both of the children with love, "Me too, we're official a family of four."

"We are. Poppy, Oliver, Belle and Duncan."