Treadmill (Harry Styles) [COMPLETE] {EDITED}

Epilogue Part 2

Songs for this Chapter - 

Inside Love - Nada Surf

Home - Bruno Major

Sleep - Joseph & Maia

Gold - Matt Hartke ft. Maggie Peake

Beautiful Boy - Ben Harper

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BAMBINO

Two Years Later...

May

London, England

Harry

"You're doing great, babe." I encourage as I hold my hand's wife whilst she is having contractions.

"This baby better be freaking cute." She jokes and I kiss her forehead.

"It will be the most beautiful baby ever." I reply and she nods.

17 hours ago I convinced my wife to have one last getaway before the baby arrives. We're in the little outskirts of London in a B&B. I convinced her to have a getaway yet she was doubtful because she was afraid of having the baby soon. I told her not to worry about anything and that I'll be by her side no matter what. She agreed on going, little did I know, she was actually right about having a hunch about having the baby because now she's in labour and her contractions are starting.

"Harry, my back hurts." She says as she rubs her belly. I rush out of bed and hold her hand, she gets out of bed and bends on the bed. I rub her back as she breathes and stays calm. "Can't we go to the hospital now? We should be driving back to London."

"Baby, our doctor said that we can't be admitted unless your contractions are four minutes apart." I say with a calming soothing tone. To be honest, I'm freaking the fuck out but I need to stay calm for Angie to stay calm.

"Baby, it hurts so much!" Angie whines about the pain, labour's a bitch.

"I'm so sorry, baby. But just remember, it will all be worth it. We're finally going to be a family. Just me, you, and our baby son." I smile, I can't wait to begin my fatherhood life.

I know it won't be easy and sure as hell it won't be a cake walk but I can't wait until I get the hang of it and stay home taking care of my son.

Angie screams because of the pain and I keep rubbing her back. I take my phone and call our doctor. In two rings, she picks up, thank God! She's still in the office even though it's almost 3 in the morning.

"Hello, Harry."

"Hi, Dr Carter. Angie's having contractions. She's in labour." I state

"How far are her contractions?" She asks,

"Ten minutes apart."

"You can bring her to the hospital to be admitted. She'll work through labour in her room."

"We'll be there in thirty minutes or so."

"Why?" She asks,

"We're kind of in a B and B on the outskirts of London." I state and I start to pack me and Angie's bag. It's a good thing the hospital bag and baby bag is in the car.