She's not afraid (One Direction/Selena Gomez)

bonus chapter

Nineteen years later:

Large puff of air in relief falls from my mouth, as I take in peaceful scenery before me. The brightness of L.A.'s sky beamed down onto my cheerful family, laughing voices and low chatter filling my ears, causing my heart to flutter, while my feet slowly carry me over the tiled floor aiming for courtyard pool with decking.

"Monkeys slow down!" Harry's voice boomed through our vast backyard, his voice held an edge of playful note.

I cease my steps and turn my gaze to him. His beautifully eyes follow our ten years old twin boys carefully. Their giggling voices flooding the steamy hot air, while they were running around the grassy soil, water guns in their hands. Slightly too long curly dark brown hair jumping around their full flushed cheeks, while mischievousness beaming in their eyes. They are identical twins, only brown color of their eyes is a bit different shade. And they both have Harry's stubborn temper, but I'm sure he would strongly disagree and insisted that they inherited my clumsiness.

I chuckle privately when Harry reached for twins, ceasing their run and begins to scold them quietly. I slightly shake my head, as my eyes maneuver to our daughter and son, comfortably lying on wooden deck chairs by the pool, animatedly talking with one another.

Even though our daughter is seventeen years old, she is still daddy's little girl, Harry is completely under her command. I smile to myself as I recall of Harry's glossy eyes, when we found out that we'd have baby girl; he was thrilled. During my pregnancy I have often caught him talking to our, in that time, two years old son about their duty to keep her away from boys till she'd be at least forty. 

I can't even imagine how heartbroken Harry will be when she'll find herself a boyfriend a bit sooner than he would like. I snort at the thought. People always remark that she looks exactly like me, only difference are her pale green eyes.

I sigh heavily when I focus on our oldest son, he is vivid copy of my husband. I can't even fully fathomed that nineteen years ago Jack was born. Despite the fact he looks all grown up, he will always be my little baby boy. Even now I can so vividly remember the day he was born; it was quite comical really. My water broke when I tried to clean the table after lads and I were finished with the breakfast. Their faces were priceless, especially Harry's; they all were lost, looking like scared little children. Fear sucked logical and calm part out of their brains. I think I was the only one collected, even though waves of pain jolted through my body. I had to yell at them to stop their headless behavior, before we were able to go into the hospital.

Harry was completely out, I had never before seen him so frightened and nervous. Nevertheless he stood by my side the entire time, and gave me comfort when the doctor said that I had to have C-section because my little poor baby boy was in wrong position for labor. But all the fear, worries and world melted away when I held my baby for the first time. I can't quite put into the words the strong, overwhelming feeling that came with it. And when Harry took Jack into his hands for the first time I cried, because the sight was utterly perfect.

There is no doubt that Harry's and my love for our four children is vast as the universe and solid as a rock. There is nothing we wouldn't do to keep them safe from harm, they are our world no matter how mischievous they can get.

Suddenly hands sneak around my stomach, instantly large smile stretched my lips, and I lean back into Harry's body. Chin is placed on my shoulder, his breath heating my neck, when he asks: "What are you doing?"

I place my hands over his: "Just thinking...How lucky we are to have four beautiful kids." He hums, before his lips briefly kiss my neck.

I inhale deeply, and question: "What if we have another one?"

Instantly his hold on me tightens: "Babe don't you think those two monkeys are too handful already?"

I shake my head and turn to face him, his hands slip to my waist, while I wrap my arms around his neck, my eyes locked with his. I see all the happiness and love in mine echoed in his.

"They are your sons." I remarked with a smile in my voice.

He raises one eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes: "Only mine?"

I nod slowly, teasing smile latched onto my mouth. He pulls me closer to him, he dips his head, lips brushing against mine, my breath jumps around. Time didn't make me immune to his intense beauty, my body still shivers in delight, my heart still swells in my chest, my cheeks still redden at his proximity. It feels like I'm falling in love with him every day. I stretch up on tips of my toes, my chin tips up, our lips touching.

"Mom, dad this is disgusting!" Julian's comment stops our affectionate moment.

Gradually we pull apart, our gaze follow the voice, twins standing inches away, their cute noses were wrinkled in disgust. Harry shakes his head, while I chuckle. Abruptly they turn around and run away, though Jaden's lags tangled itself and he falls on his knees and hands. My heart stops, as I flinch and gasp all at once. My attempt to help him ceased Harry's hand on my waist. Sharply I look up at him, he briefly shakes his head, his eyes on our son, so I gaze back, Jaden was already on his feet, giggling and running again. I sigh in relief.

"Well he is definitely your son too." Harry remarked with chuckling voice. My eyes flicker up to him, and I smack his firm chest, he only laughs.

"You think he has hurt his knees?" I questioned worry could be heard in my tone, I briefly glance at running twins. I can't cease this constant concern that is now etched in me like a metal, because I don't want for my kids to feel any kind of pain.

"Juliet they are tough, as you said they are my sons. So don't worry so much." He said staring at me proudly. I open my mouth to remark but doorbell interrupts.

"Yey uncles are here!" Julian yells, as he runs into the mansion, follow by Jaden.

Harry quickly kisses the tip of my nose, winks at me, then turns and walks into the house too.

I sigh, Haley and Jake approached me, I give them big smile: "Let's go greet your uncles."

"Mom do you think Marcello came too?" Haley asked hesitantly. I look at my daughter, curiosity fogs the green in her eyes, as her cheeks tint a red color.

"I don't know sweetie."

She only nods and bit her bottom lip. Smirk rearranged my lips, knowing that she might have a crush on Liam's son. Yeah Harry will be heartbroken sooner than any of us would hope for. It is hard to see that they grow up so quickly, I simply can't grasp that fact just yet and I know Harry is in the same boat. I peak to Jack, he shares knowing look with me.

"Lets find out," I informed softly and wrap my arm around her neck, pressing her to my side, feeling her hand wraps around my waist. Then I wrap other hand around Jake's waist, because he's taller than me, instantly he places his muscular arm around my neck. We begin to walk into the mansion.

As soon as my kids see Louis, Zayn, Ashton, Luke and Liam with his son there, they abandon my side, approaching them. I stayed behind watching people I love cheerfully converse with one another. At that view a content smile curving into my lips, I feel whole, lighthearted, but uneasy feeling mildly disturbing my tranquil mind.

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I decided to write a short bonus chapter, because I'm working on book two - He's not afraid and it will be focused on their children.

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