Carrier

Oprah

Twins 2 years 4 months

Elisa 1 year 1 month

Pregnancy 7 month 2 weeks

Harry's POV

The soft sound of the heart monitor thumps in my ears, the hushed hisses of Louis and Zayn's argument makes my head throb as their voices rise higher and higher. The cries of the grumpy twins makes a sigh leave my lips. Niall sits to the side trying so hard to distract them and him by playing with them yet his foot taps away, the thumping of his shoe against the tile floor making every nerve in my body coil up in disgust.

Everything muscle in my body screams for me to spring to my feet to grab them all and demand for silence. Rip the heart monitor from the wall, needing the reminder gone! Beat Louis and Zayn till they see some sense! Knock Niall out, anything to stop him from his nerves fidgets! Slip some whisky in the twins' sippys just to get them to sleep...

Then from my lap a tiny hand grabs at a loose strand of my hair and pulls at it lightly. Those big green eyes shine up at me, her little smile shining so bright and then she lets out the sweetest giggle as she fall back against my chest her eyes still shining brightly at me.

That is all it took, all that I needed in that moment was a little giggle, a little innocence, a little good.

"Da," she gasps out her giggles getting louder as I lean in to give her little kisses on her cheek and neck making her curl in a little laughing as she falls to her side, but lands safely in my waiting arms.

The frustration and annoyance just seems to evaporate right out of my system. It's like a breath of fresh air after being underwater for too long or finally seeing the sun after weeks of rain.

"You two cut it out. This is not the time or the place. If you want to bicker like three year olds then take it outside," I order Louis and Zayn keeping my voice neutral.

"But he never should have..." Zayn starts to argue, but I raise my pointer finger in the air and shake it at him with a final hush.

They both humph at the same time before exiting the room to probably cool off or beat each other in the parking lot, either way I do not care as long as they are out of this room and not corrupting the already heavy atmosphere with their juvenile disagreement.

"Niall, breathe. He's going to be okay. Isabella and Aileen told us not to worry, he and the triplets will make it through this perfectly fine," I take his hand giving it a gentle squeeze needing him to relax for the babies are picking up on the anxiety in the room and it makes them even crankier.

"I-I know, it's just hard to see him like this. I hate it and just want it to be over," Niall whispers his baby blue eyes filling with tears. I lightly smile before leaning in to peck his cheek.

"If it will make you feel better go to the village get something to eat," I instruct him pecking his cheek one more time.

"I promise I'll be back in an hour tops. I'll also order something for you all too. Thank you, Haz!" he scurries out the door like an elated puppy after receiving a dog treat.

"Alright Ms. Elisa, let's get you down for a nap before you get cranky too," I inform my daughter as I rise from my seat carefully stepping around toys that the twins have managed to scatter all over the floor in the past hour.

I lay her in the play pen that Louis had set up so there is somewhere for the babies to sleep while here. She snatches up her Winner the Pooh and holds it close to her chest. I tuck her favorite blanket gently around her and move all the toys and other loose things out of the pen.