***Melanie's P.O.V***
Darcy was perfect. She lay still in my arms, her eyes closed, but her tiny little hand clasped onto Harry's finger, causing the sweetest smile to spread to his lips. I smiled even wider when she did a small yawn, a very quite almost whisper of a whimper fell from her lips as she did so, causing Harry to chuckle into the skin of my neck. I could hardly believe that she had been inside me minutes ago, and now here she was, in my arms. She was precious, and I already loved her with all my heart.
"Do you want to hold your girl?" I whispered to Harry. He nodded quickly, and a laughed as he climbed out from behind me, adjusting my pillow for me, before I carefully handed her over to Harry. His eyes shone brightly as he looked down on her, dimples stuck on his cheeks, as he held her like she was his own heart, guarding and protecting her.
"She is beautiful, just like her mommy." Harry gasped in awe. I noticed a few tears of joy slipping down Harry's cheek, and I softly wiped them away with my thumb, Harry smiling at me in appreciation.
Darcy had a few little hairs on her small head, and they were dark chocolate brown, and curled ever so slightly, and I knew she was going to have beautiful brown locks just like her daddy. Her skin complexion was the exact same as mine. Very tanned and smooth.
"Hey baby. You may not know me that much since you've been in your mommy for nine months, but I'm your daddy, and I'm going to love you with all my heart." Harry whispered softly. As if Darcy recognized her dads voice, her eye lids fluttered open revealing her eyes.
"Just like daddy." I gaped in wonder, as I stared into her bright green eyes, shining up at us, flicking between her dad and mom. I smiled at her, and my heart melted when she smiled up at me, her sweet angel like giggle sounded.
"Dimples. She has your dimples, Harry." I cheered, smiling brightly. Harry laughed at my happiness, and Darcy stared up at us in awe as we laughed, smiling down at our beautiful creation. Darcy stirred slightly in Harry's arms, wriggling about.
"I think she is thirsty." Harry smiled, carefully handing her back to me. I cradled her to my chest, pulling down the top of my shirt, allowing her to drink. I gasped slightly at first, shocked by the odd feeling, but grew even more conscious when I knew Harry was staring.
"I think you're enjoying this a bit too much." I teased Harry, and I heard his chest rumble with laughter at my statement, but I knew he was agreeing with me, as his cheeky smirk showed.
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Harry fake gasped, acting hurt. I shook my head playfully at him, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
"She is a perfect mix of mommy and daddy." Harry whispered in my ear, and I smiled in agreement. "Her mum's beauty."
"And her dad's gorgeous eyes and dimples, curly hair. She'll be stealing boys hearts in the nursery." I joked, pulling my top up again when she was done, her small eyes closing again.
"Oh not she won't. New born or not, any boy that goes near my Darcy will have me to answer to." Harry grumbled, causing me to laugh at his stubborn attitude.
"I feel sorry for the boy that falls for our girl, and steals Darcy's heart. Having to meet you. Good thing her mum will be understanding." I mocked, Harry smirking at me playfully.
"Oh no, you'll be on my side baby. If you go against me, you'll have to be punished." Harry purred in my ear. I playfully swatted his arm, shaking my head.
"Shh, Darcy can hear you!" I scolded. Harry laughed at me, kissing my cheek.
"Sweetie, she has no idea what is going on in this big crazy world right now." Harry teased.
"Permission to see our god daughter?" Louis joked, opening the door slightly. I laughed, and gestured them forward, all four of them trailing in, lining up at the bed side. All of the boys let out little gasps and awe's as they stared at our little Darcy.
"She is beautiful. She got her mothers looks." Liam spoke softly, the boys nodding in agreement.
"What colour eyes does she have?" Niall asked.
"Bright green, just like daddy." Harry smiled proudly in triumph.
"Dimples completing the set too." I added, the boys laughing slightly.
"Can we hold her?" Louis asked. I nodded, handing her over slowly, as Louis cradled her into his chest, rocking her slowly.
"She's precious." Zayn gasped.
"She is." Harry agreed. "Zayn, look I'm sorry for earlier-"
Zayn held up his hand smiling. "No need to apologize. I am the sorry one her. Mates again?" he asked.
"We never stopped." Harry smiled, as the two hugged each other, and I couldn't help but smile. Louis scoffed at the two playfully, shaking his head.
"Yeah, I'm fine too lad. Just got slammed into the wall, but hey! All in a normal days work!" Louis scoffed, causing me to laugh.
"You're right. Lou, I am sorry for over reacting. You're a good friend." Harry admitted.
"It's fine Hazza. I couldn't stay mad at you bro." Louis beamed.
"My turn!" Liam called, looking at Darcy.
"No way! Mine!" Niall pouted.
"Beauty before age!" Zayn cut in, me and Harry shaking our heads at their playful bickering.
"The term is age before beauty, Sherlock." Liam teased.
"I know. Hence Louis going first, now it's my turn!" Zayn mocked, sticking out his tongue at Louis, who gasped, and looked offended.
"Your looks are no match for the tommo!" Louis beamed.
"I think you're forgetting the Irish stud over here!" Niall cut in.
Eventually they all had their turn at holding Darcy before she was handed back into my arms, Harry lying behind me again, as I leaned into his chest, cradling Darcy again, who had fallen asleep.
"I'm tired." I yawned, Harry smiling softly at me.
"Of course. We'll leave now, but see you all tomorrow when Mel comes home." Liam smiled, the boys saying their goodbye's before heading off.
"Mel, I love you." Harry spoke up.
"I love you too." I cheered.
"You've made me the happiest man in the world Mel, and I mean it. You forgave me, you loved me, you became my beautiful wife, and gave me our beautiful child. I couldn't ask for a greater gift." Harry explained, nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck.
My heart melted at his sweet words. Harry wrapped his arms around me, and hummed a song softly, his angelic voice filling the room, as I lay in his arms. All three of us on the bed, together as a family. As the Styles family.
