“Isn’t she lovely? Isn’t she wonderful? Isn’t she precious? Less than one minute old,” your husband, Harry, sings to your newborn baby girl as he rocks her in his arms. You feel yourself tear up at the sight. He was holding her so gently, deep adoration in his eyes. He returns to your bedside, bending and nuzzling his nose into your cheek.
“I never thought, through love we’d be, making one as lovely as she. But isn’t she lovely made from love?” he sings quietly, pecking your forehead, “She’s so beautiful, Y/N. You’re so beautiful. I love you both so much.” He backs his head up and gestures for you to scoot over. You make room for him on the bed, and he sits beside you, handing you your daughter.
“Hi, Darcy,” you coo and she stares up at you with beautiful green eyes that reflected her father’s.
“She has your eyes, Harry,” you murmur, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. He smiles softly, and gives you a soft kiss on the lips.
“I love you so much, Y/N,” he whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. Suddenly, your room door opens and a doctor enters.
“Congratulations again, Mr. and Mrs. Styles. If you two are ready, you are able to go home now,” he smiles. Harry thanks the man as he exits the room.
“Here, babe. Hand me, Darcy. I can put her in the stroller.” You nod while carefully placing your now-sleeping baby in his strong arms. He quickly puts her in the stroller before coming over to you and helping you out of the bed.
“I put a pair of clothes in the bathroom if you want to go change,” Harry suggests and you peck his cheek, heading to the bathroom.
“Where is my niece? I want to see her!” Louis says, running up to you and Harry as you arrive in the lobby of the hospital.
“Darcy?” Harry coos, “This is Louis. He’s your uncle.” Darcy looks to Louis with a curious expression before a tiny smile appears on her lips.
“She’s so precious,” Eleanor gushes as she comes up by Louis’ side, taking his hand.
“This is your Auntie, Eleanor,” you tell Darcy, kissing her forehead. Liam, Danielle, Niall, and Zayn come toward you and Harry, hugging you both before fawning over your daughter.
“Hi, baby girl,” Liam coos, wiggling his finger at her. She grabs his finger, making him smile widely.
“Can I hold her?” Niall asks, looking to Harry and I for permission.
“Of course you can, Ni,” you assure him and he carefully takes her from the stroller.
“This is Niall, Darcy,” Harry murmurs. Another tiny smile appears on her face. It is another twenty minutes of being passed around before you have her in your arms again.
“My mom had called me yesterday morning,” Harry announces as you all head toward the car, “she told me your family is with her at our house.” You look down at Darcy who was now sleeping peacefully in the stroller. Harry tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you closer. His freehand goes to Darcy’s chubby cheek and gently rubs it with his index finger. She unconsciously grabs his finger and puts it in her mouth. You and Harry chuckle.
“I love you, Darcy,” he whispers, pressing a slight kiss to her forehead before carefully pulling his finger away. You all arrive at the car and get inside, putting the stroller in the trunk. You cradle Darcy in your arms as Harry wraps his around the both of you. Louis and Eleanor were in the front seats. Liam, Danielle, and Zayn were in the middle seats, while Harry, you, and Niall were in the back. Niall looks down at his ‘niece’ with a soft smile.
“I hope I become her favorite uncle.” A giggle escapes your lips. Zayn turns in his seat, and looks at Darcy for a moment before smiling at you.
“She looks a lot like you, Y/N.” You smile at the comment. Harry kisses the side of your head.
“Isn’t she pretty? Truly the angel’s best. Boy, I’m so happy. We have been heaven blessed,” Harry sings, softly.
“Yes, we have,” you say, kissing his soft lips but they turn into a smile as he continues to sing. The boys all join in harmony making you and the other girls laugh.
“I can’t believe what God has done. Through us he’s given life to one. But isn’t she lovely made from love?”
After a couple more hours, you and Harry’s house is finally left alone. The families and the boys and girls have headed home.
“Goodnight, Darcy,” you whisper, putting her in her crib. You look around the room, admiring how hard you and Harry worked to get the nursery ready. The walls were pink, little hearts spread all around.
“Goodnight, baby girl,” Harry coos before intertwining your fingers and pulling you into your room. You both change into your pajamas, brushing your teeth before getting into bed. Harry wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest.
“Isn't she lovely? Life and love are the same,” he sings into your ear before humming the next line while he leaves chaste kisses down your neck.
“Y/N, it could have not been done,” he begins singing again, rubbing your lower abdomen where Darcy had been during your pregnancy like he did everyday when you were sore, “Without you who conceived the one, that's so very lovely, made from love...” You turn giving him and tender kiss.
“I love you, Y/N–” he begins to whisper, kissing your nose, and you cut him off.
“More than you will ever know,” you finish and he chuckles.
“More than you will ever know,” he repeats, resting his chin on the crown of your head. You slowly close your eyes drifting to sleep, feeling perfectly content and safe.
