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Chapter 23

"Harry," I moaned, morning sickness becoming too much for me daily, "Get me a heating pad."

I was on the ninth and final month of my pregnancy, praying for it to be over faster. Every morning I was sore, barely able to walk without Harry's help. Surrounding me on my bed were pain pills, bowls that used to be filled with all kinds of foods, and Harry. He stayed at my side throughout the whole pregnancy, keeping me at his house to make sure I would make it through in the most comfortable way.

"Got it love." Harry said and kissed my cheek. He got up, walking into the kitchen of his one-story flat to heat the pad that had been left at the sink. He came back about a minute later, throwing and catching the pad because of its heat. I laughed at him, and he smirked.

"You're so- shit." I yelled the final word much louder than I had said the rest. Harry looked at me, confused and hurt. I curled around my stomach, eyes clenched shut.

"What? What's wrong Layla?" Harry asked, a worried brow line beginning to form. I could feel his stare on me as my eyes were facing down. He put a hand on my back and slowly stroked up and down it.

After regaining a bit of composure, I answered Harry, "Just another kick, a lot harder than normal. She's so big already." I let a faint smile escape my lips at the thought of my daughter.

Harry picked up the heating pad and sat it delicately on my stomach when I uncurled from my pain state. I leaned slightly and kissed him, then focused back on my need to relax. The longer I lie, the more kicking I feel, all worse than they were in the past.

I decided to doze off, feeling much more tired than I normally am. Silence was around me, and I could no longer feel the kicking of my baby. I was in a dream, a state of mind where nothing in reality could hurt me. My own fantasy surrounded me, the thought of my baby echoing always in my head.

"Layla, wake up!" Harry tried to quietly yell at me about an hour after I had fallen asleep. He shook me slightly, and I turned slowly to face him, "Layla, you're wetting the bed."

"What?" I asked groggily, "I'm not even doing anything."

Instantly after I said that, I felt the dampness under me. There was no scent of urine in the room, though what else could the wetness be? I felt lighter too, like all of my weight had gone down by 50%. All of the sudden, it seemed like all the pressure inside of me was released.

Harry's eyes widened at the same time mine did when we both realized what was happening. The liquid continued to pour out of me as Harry ran out of the room. He knew what he had to do and ran to go pack bags.

I got up and tried to slide on shoes, taking me a little time even though they were simple slip-ons. I was wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants along with them. They were pracitcally soaked, but I didn't care. I pulled on a sweatshirt slowly, and then began to head to the front door.

"Your water break?" Harry yelled from another room in the house. I could hear the stress and nervousness in his voice that the time had come. The sound of bags being shoved together so hurriedly could be heard throughout the house. Harry's heavy breathing sounded beautiful, though to him it must not have.

"Yeah, I'll be out at the car." I answered, opening the door and walking out. Harry soon followed me with bags clutched in both of his hands. He opened my door for me, letting me sit down slowly first. After I sat, he closed the door and ran to the back, throwing all the bags in the trunk. Then, he ran to his side and got in.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked, a bead of sweat beginning to form at his hair line. He still looked worried, like he really wanted to get the process over with now.

"As ready as you are." I answered as he started the car. After a few seconds of Harry not focusing, he pulled out onto the road and we began out journey to receive our baby.

A.N. - As you can see, the story is coming to an end! I'm thinking about 2 more chapters, then I don't know if I'd be able to continue it anymore!

Thank you for the love and support you've all provided me over all the updating weeks. You're some of the sweetest people I've ever met, and this is not the end of my writing. Currently, I'm working on 'Midnight Memories' and at the end of this fanfic I'll be starting 'Unwanted & Unloved.'