The Love Story Between Sophie Thompson And Niall Horan

Chapter 92 The Birth of Darcy's Little Brother and Harry's 27th Birthday

January 31st 2021

Kathrine's Point of View

It's 11:50 PM, and tomorrow is my husband Harry's 27th birthday. I'm also 40 weeks pregnant with our baby boy. Darcy is fast asleep upstairs, and Harry and I are relaxing on the couch. Suddenly, I feel something warm and wet. I look down, eyes widening.

"Oh my God," I gasp, grabbing Harry's arm. "My water just broke!"

Harry's eyes go wide, and he jumps up from the couch. "Wait—what? Are you sure?"

I give him a look. "Yes, I'm sure! Baby number two is on the way. Call the hospital and my parents. They need to come watch Darcy so she can keep sleeping."

He nods, grabbing his phone. "Alright, alright. I'm on it," he says, fumbling with his phone while trying to stay calm. He dials the hospital first, relaying the situation, then calls my parents.

"Hey, it's happening," he says as soon as my mom answers. "Yeah, right now. Can you and Micheal come over to stay with Darcy?"

I hear her excited response through the phone, and Harry reassures her, "We're going to the hospital now. Kathrine's doing great, but we'll keep you posted."

As he hangs up, I take a deep breath, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves. "I can't believe it's finally happening."

Harry smiles, reaching for my hand. "Me neither. Let's go meet our little guy."

Harry grabs our hospital bags by the door, and I slip on my coat. The contractions are still mild, but I know they'll pick up soon. Just as we're about to leave, my parents arrive, looking half-awake but thrilled.

"Oh, Kathrine, it's time!" Linda says, pulling me in for a quick hug. "How are you feeling?"

"A little nervous, but ready," I reply, smiling as best as I can.

Micheal pats Harry on the back. "Take care of her, son. We'll keep an eye on Darcy. Just go, and let us know when there's news."

Harry nods, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Thanks, really," he says with a grateful smile.

We step outside, and the cool night air hits me, helping to clear my head. Harry unlocks the car and helps me into the passenger seat, then quickly jumps in himself. The drive to the hospital is quiet but filled with an electric anticipation.

"You okay?" he asks, glancing over at me as he pulls onto the main road.

I take a deep breath, feeling another contraction build up. "I'm okay. Just... I can't believe it's happening on your birthday. What a present, right?"

He laughs softly, reaching over to squeeze my hand. "Best birthday gift I could ever get."

We arrive at the hospital, and Harry helps me out of the car. The staff is ready for us, and we're whisked into a delivery room. I change into the hospital gown, trying to focus on breathing as the contractions start coming closer together.

Harry sits beside me, holding my hand. "You're doing amazing," he murmurs, his eyes full of love and encouragement.

I manage a small smile between contractions. "Just... promise me one thing, Harry."

He leans closer. "Anything."

"Don't let go of my hand," I whisper, squeezing his fingers as another wave of pain hits me.

He smiles and holds my hand tighter. "Never. I'm right here, Kat. We're in this together."

Hours pass in a blur of pain, excitement, and anticipation.