Seven months ago, when Harry asked me to be his girlfriend, I couldn't have been happier. He was everything I wanted-loyal, caring, funny, and incredibly handsome. It felt like nothing could come between us.
But then our lives changed forever from j...
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London, 7 AM.
Naomi's body tensed with every deep breath, her hand gripping Harry's so tightly he could feel her nails pressing into his skin. The room was filled with quiet urgency—doctors and nurses preparing, voices calmly relaying instructions. But to Naomi, the only constant was Harry beside her. His hand, his steady presence, his voice murmuring soft words of encouragement as each contraction seemed more overwhelming than the last.
"You've got this, love," he whispered, his forehead nearly touching hers. She could feel his breath, calm and sure, grounding her when every nerve in her body was on edge. "You're the strongest person I know, Nomes. Just a bit more... you're doing amazing."
She couldn't quite reply, only managing a shaky nod as she braced herself. Every inch of her wanted to scream, to break under the intensity, but Harry's words somehow kept her steady. Just one more push. Then one more. She wasn't sure if it was minutes or hours anymore, her whole body moving in rhythm with the contractions, pushing closer and closer to the finish.
And then, like a sudden break in a storm, the room filled with a sound she would never forget—a high-pitched cry, small but so strong. Naomi slumped back, chest heaving, and her eyes filled with tears as she tried to catch her breath. Harry, his expression raw with wonder and awe, leaned over her, eyes not leaving their newborn daughter as the nurse placed the tiny bundle on Naomi's chest.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The baby's cries softened, and Naomi finally got a look at her—a small face, scrunched and rosy, with wisps of dark hair and fists clenched tight against her chest. She was perfect.
Harry's hand trembled as he reached out, brushing a fingertip along the baby's tiny hand, and a soft, overwhelmed laugh escaped him. "She's... she's beautiful, Nomes. Just like her mum."
Naomi felt the warmth of his words fill her heart, and she looked up at him, her own tears spilling over as she whispered, "We did it, Harry... she's here."
Harry bent down, kissing her forehead, lingering as if the whole world existed in this one moment. When he pulled back, his face was a mix of pride, love, and a vulnerability she'd never seen before. His usual playful glint was softened, replaced by a sincerity that made her heart ache.
"Thank you," he whispered, his voice breaking. "Thank you for everything, Naomi. You're... I don't think I've ever been prouder of anyone in my life."
She smiled, weak but beaming, reaching up to touch his cheek. "You're not so bad yourself," she murmured, and he let out a quiet chuckle, wiping at his eyes as he sat beside her on the edge of the bed.
The nurse gently lifted their daughter, wrapping her in a warm blanket before placing her in Harry's arms. He held her like she was made of glass, every movement careful and reverent as he looked down at her, utterly mesmerized.
For a moment, he could only stare. He touched the tiny fingers, marveling at how something so small could hold his entire heart. "I think she's got my nose," he whispered with a playful grin, brushing his finger over her soft cheek. "Lucky girl."
Naomi let out a tired laugh, rolling her eyes. "Poor thing," she teased, though her gaze was soft, loving, and absolutely filled with gratitude.
But Harry shook his head, looking at her as though nothing could have ever been more perfect. "No, she's lucky. She's got a mum who's a complete legend," he said, his voice barely a whisper.
The three of them sat there, wrapped in a peaceful silence, and Naomi felt her entire world shift. Harry glanced back at her, his eyes a bit red, a small smirk fighting its way through. "You know, she's also going to be a footy legend... just wait," he teased, but the pride in his voice was unmistakable.
Naomi laughed, too tired to argue, simply shaking her head with a smile. She watched as he held their daughter close, murmuring something quietly to her that Naomi couldn't quite hear, but she knew it was full of all the love and wonder he had saved up for this very moment.
As the nurses came back, taking care of some last details and making sure Naomi was comfortable, she felt herself drifting, exhaustion finally setting in. Harry seemed to notice, glancing at her with a gentle smile. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, whispering, "Rest, love. I'll be right here."
But even as her eyes closed, she could hear him speaking to their daughter in that soft, soothing voice he seemed to have saved just for her. He was talking about the world, about how amazing her mum was, about how he was going to make sure she had everything she'd ever need. And even as she slipped into sleep, Naomi's heart was full, wrapped in the knowledge that they were in this together.
When she woke a little while later, the room was quieter. The lights were dim, and Harry was still beside her, their daughter nestled against his chest, fast asleep. He looked up as she stirred, a tired but deeply contented smile on his face.
"You did it, Nomes," he whispered, his voice full of pride. "We're a family."
She reached out, and he took her hand, their fingers interlacing. They sat like that, side by side, watching their daughter sleep, a million unspoken promises filling the room around them.
In that quiet moment, the weight of the world felt light, and for the first time, they were everything they'd ever dreamed of—two people, completely in love, and now, sharing the most extraordinary gift of all.
AUTHORS NOTE
BABY BOG IS HERE! We still do not have a name so please, if you have a suggestion, comment it below and I will consider it. The reveal is next chapter, so think quick! :)
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