First Love // H.S.

FINAL PART

8 Months Later

"Do you think she likes me? I bet she loves me," Louis says, cradling a very unhappy one-month-old Jay Styles. Her wails fill the room, but Louis is determined, bouncing her gently in his arms.

I chuckle, watching the scene. "It was exactly the same with Freddie! He wasn't a fan of me at first, either. I think it's an auntie and uncle thing."

Louis grins, trying to soothe her. "Hello, she loves me, I just know it." But Jay's cries don't let up.

"Okay, okay, hand her over," I say, reaching out for my daughter. As soon as Jay is back in my arms, her crying subsides instantly. I smile down at her, heart swelling with love. She looks up at me with those big, curious green eyes, so much like her father's. Louis stands, lifting Freddie, now ten months old, from his little chair.

"Daddy," Freddie murmurs, touching Louis' face with his tiny finger, making Louis' expression soften instantly.

"Look, Jay, this is your little nephew. Say hi," I coo, using that high-pitched baby voice that always makes her gaze lock onto mine. She doesn't understand, of course, but the bond between us is undeniable. She's my world, my little miracle.

"Oh my goooood!" William's voice squeals from the other side of the room. He rushes over, eyes wide with delight. "She's so gorgeous!"

He gently takes Jay's tiny hand in his, his face glowing with pure adoration. "Hi, baby Jay, how are you?" he says, his voice full of warmth. Then, his eyes flicker to mine. "Bitch, let me see it. The ring."

I laugh, shaking my head. "You've seen it a million times already!" But I still hold out my hand, proudly displaying the beautiful wedding ring that has barely left my finger since Harry slid it on.

"It is so beautiful. I hope Frank gets me one of these too," William sighs dreamily.

Frank, who's been standing behind him, smirks. "First, you have to prove your love for me, Will."

William responds with a playful kiss, making everyone laugh. They're so sweet together, a reminder that love is all around us today.

"I'm going to put Jay to bed," I announce, noticing how more people are starting to arrive. "She's only a month old, and she needs her rest."

William lets out a dramatic, disappointed groan, but I ignore him, smiling as I head upstairs. Jay's little eyelids are already drooping, and she makes the cutest, soft cooing sounds. My heart melts for the thousandth time today as I gently lay her down in her crib, tucking her in snugly to keep her warm. I check the baby cam, making sure it's working perfectly so I can dash back upstairs if she needs me. After just feeding her, she should be content and peaceful. I watch as her breathing slows, her tiny chest rising and falling rhythmically. She's drifting off, and she looks so peaceful, so perfect.

Just as I'm about to leave the room, Harry walks in. My husband. It still feels surreal to call him that, but it's the best feeling in the world.

"Hi, Livvie, my gorgeous wife," he whispers, pulling me into a passionate kiss. My heart skips a beat as he holds me close, his love radiating through every touch. He lets me go and steps towards the crib, his eyes softening as he gazes at our daughter.

"And hi there, my gorgeous daughter," he whispers, leaning down to kiss her tiny forehead, so full of love and awe.

"You fed her already?" he asks, his voice gentle.

I nod, smiling. "She's all set."

He sighs contentedly. "She's so adorable when she's asleep. I could watch her forever."

"She's still scared of Louis," I laugh softly, and Harry joins in.

"That doesn't surprise me," he says, grinning. "I'd be scared too if I were a month-old baby and saw his face." He steps closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me in for another kiss, this time tender and lingering.

As his lips press against my forehead, I close my eyes, feeling the overwhelming happiness of this moment. Everything is perfect, more than I ever dreamed it could be. I've got my husband by my side, my beautiful daughter in the crib, and love all around us.

Harry's arms tighten around me as we stand together, watching Jay sleep. The room is quiet, filled only with the soft sounds of her breathing. I never thought I could feel this much joy, this much contentment. The last eight months have been a whirlwind, from the moment we found out about Jay, to our wedding, and now, settling into this new chapter of our lives. But I wouldn't trade a second of it. I've never been happier.

"We did it," Harry whispers, as if reading my thoughts. "We're here. We're really here."

"We are," I whisper back, my voice thick with emotion. "And I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

He kisses me again, this time slower, savoring the moment. When we finally pull apart, I rest my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It's calm now, so different from the nervous pounding it did on the night he proposed.

"I love you so much," he murmurs into my hair.

"I love you too," I reply, my heart so full it feels like it might burst. "More than anything."

He pulls me even closer, and together we stand there, holding each other, watching over our little girl. It's the perfect ending to this crazy, beautiful journey. But I know, deep down, it's really just the beginning. The beginning of our forever.

As I look up at Harry, his eyes shining with the same love I feel in my heart, I know that no matter what comes next, we'll face it together. As a family. As husband and wife. As parents. And that's all I could ever ask for.

In this moment, everything is exactly as it should be. Everything is perfect. And I wouldn't change a single thing.