Yellow.

Come As You Are Part 3.

Come as you are,
Into my life without a second thought,
For my hands would hold you tight,
For my heart would expand with your breath,
As you will be under my care,
Come as you are,
My sweet baby girl and be with me,
The world will take its time to know us,
The earth never complains when the rain kisses her,
I would never get tired of you.
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You are free to choose whatever song you want for this chapter.

"Do...do you like...like almonds? Like almonds?" Harry asks in curiosity and gently scratches the side of his neck, almost like a cat. (Yellow, Chapter 1).

Iman slowly blinks her eyes open, adjusting on the bed and smiling at the sight next to her. The hospital bassinet is right next to her bed, the little child is wrapped up in a dull coral pink shawl and Iman can clearly see her child slowly kicking and moving in the bassinet. Her child. It still sounds weird, different and foreign right now, but with time she would adjust to it. Harry is smiling at the child, he leans lower to the already active baby and places a kiss to her pink knuckles.

"H-Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," he rasps out, clearing his throat and blinking after also waking up from a nap a few minutes ago.

"Hi baby, you finally got some sleep, right?" Iman smiles, sitting up on the bed and mentally mocking her mother's maternity dress adorned on her body.

"Y-Yes after...after Iman slept though," he admits, keeping eye contact with his baby and admiring her large hazel eyes that are staring into the air.

"Did she get some sleep as well?" she asks, peeking into the bassinet and widening the smile.

"Y-Yes, mumma...mumma and Lea changed her," Harry answers, walking over to the bed and sitting next to Iman with a sigh.

"Hi Papa," Iman teases him, wrapping her arms around his side and resting her head against his shoulder with a satisfactory smile.

"How are...are you?" he asks, bringing an arm around her and keeping his eyes glued on the bassinet.

"I am so good, a bit sore of course but bloody well good, and you?" she hums, gently stroking a bit of his hair.

"H-Happy...yes like...like so happy for Iman," Harry flushes a hazy shade of pink around his cheeks and smiles a little.

"Do you believe she is all ours?" she breathes out, glancing at the baby and feeling her heart swell in affection.

"Y-Yes, well uh...Iman like pushed her and...and H-Harry did help in making her," he answers with a little groan and Iman pauses before rolling her eyes.

"You take everything so literal, I love it," Iman presses a kiss to his cheek and widens her eyes at the little sound of protest heard from the baby.

"Oh, is somebody jealous?" Iman coos loudly, widening her smile and leaning forward for her baby girl.

"No...no, uh too...too little to be like j-jealous, no?" Harry groans, shrugging with a small frown.

"Harry," she breathes out. "No, just no. Can you please bring her for me to hold babe?"

Iman asks, gently taking over the covers from her legs and wiggling her toes with a bit of freedom from being on bed for almost an entire day. The African print dress is perfect for her, wide and comfortable, reaching right on her knees and having sleeves that reach before her elbows. Her hair is still plaited to the back, with little curls springing out and her face is fresh and clean from the cleaning and dressing up.

"Oh," Harry groans a little, making a little coo sound and looking away.

"Harry? Did you hear me love?" she asks, placing a hand on his shoulder and feeling him fidget a little at the touch.