"C'mon, (Y/N), PUSHH!"
You squeeze the daylights out of your husband's hand as pain shoots through your body.
The doctor keeps calling to you. "PUSH!"
Harry looks in your eyes, and suddenly smiles. "(Y/N)....it's a girl. We have a baby girl!" He squeezes your hand and kisses your cheek, and then your lips passionately.
The nurses bring back your baby and give her to you to hold.
Harry slides in the hospital bed with you, one hand holding your fragile waist gently, and cooing to the baby.
"What do you want to name her, Al?" You look at him. "[baby name]," you reply.
He sloppily smooches your neck, making you giggle. "Perfect," he whispers, "just like you."
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Imagines (from my Instagram)
FanfictionSome of these used to be personal imagines that I have edited to be "Normal imagines" and I added titles to them as well. Imagines from my Instagram (@horanbuttkisser)
