Yellow.

Come As You Are Part 2.

Continuation from Last Chapter, Come As You Are Part 2- Yellow Epilogue, One More Part Left.

Your Song- Ellie Goulding.

By Your Side- Sade Adu.

One Direction- Something Great.

Come As You Are, into this world, sweet baby angel and find your place in my heart.........

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"Styles, first name?" The young midwife asks, rubbing a hand down her knee and giving it a gentle tap at the end.

"Iman...Iman," Harry answers for her, frowning and rubbing his own hand up and down Iman's back with a supportive touch to it.

"Are we comfortable here?" Lea asks, plaiting her daughter's hair to the back and adjusting the mint coloured paper gown around her shoulders with a smile.

"Y-Yes, I asked for soup though," Iman breathes out, hooking her arms around his neck and placing her chin to his shoulder with a heavy sigh.

"Anne is bringing it, how far are we now?" Lea looks at the midwife, glancing at the beeping monitor and trying to understand the numbers blinking on the screen with a small frown.

"Got a bit more to go. Contractions are spaced out, and Iman is a bit too anxious to proceed with any pushing right now," The midwife explains, picking up the maternity care notes and flipping through them, preparing for the coming steps.

It's been six hours since Iman was rushed to the hospital, and the baby is not doing much to be pushed out, and Iman does not want anything but a fully natural birth. Her raging anxiety and fear is making her a bit stubborn, and nobody is the right position to change her firm mind. Not even a heavily perplexed Harry, who keeps glancing at his Sally and Co delivery aid book, and rubbing his wife's back with little coos.

"My water broke a while ago, and I think my contractions are eight minutes apart, what's stopping this child?" Iman groans out, nuzzling into the crook of her husband's neck and breathing deep into the flesh around there.

"Iman...Iman wants to walk or listen to...to a song?" Harry offered, giving a smile and proud that something from the book might work right now.

"Your husband is right, a little walk around the room can help or just a little distraction. Either that, or we might have to fully induce you, the painkillers will soon wear out," the midwife archs an eyebrow, hoping to win Iman over to birth induction.

The head of the baby is clearly dropping lower and her hips are throbbing with heavy pain, the pressure of the water is obviously gone, so the baby has perfect access to come out of her body at any moment. Iman raises her head up, wrinkling her nose and releasing a low moan. Setting her eyes on a smiley Harry makes her roll her eyes and turn to face her mum with a paled face.

"I want my soup mummy," Iman cries a little, lips trembling and cheeks shaking in pain.

"Shh...Shh mumma is...is on her way with soup and more," Harry assures, watching Lea adjust the pillows behind Iman and turn her to the other side of the bed with a huff.

"Iman, I need you to spread your legs apart and place them on these pillows," the midwife advices, knowing there is little time left before this child welcomes itself to the world.

"How about a spinal block?" Lea asks, dabbing at Iman's forehead with a face towel and smiling at her.

"Huh?" Harry widens his eyes.

"Epidural, nothing serious sir," the nurse smiles, already knowing about his condition and how to handle a different kind of father slash husband in the labour ward.