It Happened One Night *Completed*

27. Flows Better, I Reckon

(A/N - Tears......tears.......this is the last chapter of 'It Happened One Night'.  I rushed this a little bit...but there wasn't really anything else left that I felt I could do with the story.  And as I have said before, I am not one for drama after drama after drama.   I will post the prologue tomorrow.  There have been a few people who have asked for a sequel to this and I have to admit that I might have some ideas rolling around in the ol' brain for what I could do in a sequel....but my main focus right now will be on 'My Mentor'.  I'll be posting chapter four of that in a little bit!!  And then I have another story that I began writing even before I had the idea for this story.....but I had a bit of a block on that story and stopped writing it.  I revisited it yesterday and really like what I have so far...so I'll probably finish that one after I complete 'My Mentor'. Anyway...I'll stop rambling and give you chapter 27!!  Enjoy, lovelies!!!!  xx )

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It’s been just over a month and a half since Emma’s heart surgery and she is eight and a half weeks old.  She has done so well since her surgery but will still need to remain in the NICU for a couple more weeks and then will be moved to the regular nursery for about another month and then she will be released to come home.  Harry and I are counting down the days until we can have her home with us.  The first of July is the estimated time frame and it couldn’t come soon enough.

She has been steadily gaining weight; she is almost four pounds now.  She still uses oxygen but is no longer requiring the use of the feeding tube.  Harry and I have been able to bottle feed her a few times and it is amazing. 

Her scar on her chest, still slightly red but healing, looks huge on her tiny body but as she grows it will become smaller and less visible.  She also has a tiny scar a little bit below her left armpit where the chest tube had to be inserted, but like the one on her chest, it will fade mostly as she grows.

Harry and my routine hasn’t changed since I started going back to school.  Wake up, school, leave school, complete homework, eat an early dinner and then spend the rest of the evening with our daughter until we have to return home to sleep.

Everyone at school knows about Emma.  At first they all questioned why Harry and I would adopt a baby and wondered if that was even allowed since we weren’t out of school yet and we’re both only 18.  After a week or so of speculation, we would finally tell people, when they asked or talked about her, that I was able to become pregnant and I gave birth to her.  Some people kept their distance and I lost a few friends, but I decided that if they couldn’t accept Harry and my daughter or our relationship, they were never really friends to begin with.

I have been thinking a lot over the past few weeks about how amazing Harry has been in all of this.  He certainly didn’t have to stick around.  He had amazing plans that he without a second thought gave up and instantly stepped into the role of father.  I know I made it very difficult for him in the beginning with my worrying about my popular reputation, but throughout it all he stayed by my side. 

I look at him every time he holds Emma and fall even more in love.  He is without a doubt in my mind the best person that I could ever have to raise a child with.  I know without a doubt in my mind that I want to spend the rest of my life with him.  I can’t even imagine it any other way.  That is why I am not nervous right now as I am browsing a jewelry boutique, looking for the perfect engagement ring for my love.