One Direction Imagines (These will be quite lengthy)

#Imagine: (Dirty/Expecting) Harry [Part Two of ......]

This is part two of the Dirty/Expecting With Harry imagine.

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Recap:

"Azzah, we're having twins!" you squeal, happily.

"That we are, Caz," Harry whispers, with a dimpled smile that is so wide, you start to get worried about his cheek muscles.

"Az, you might stretch a tendon or somethin', stop smiling so big!" you joke, with a smile on your own face.

**********Four months later*********

You are eight months, or as Harry calls it "four weeks to go, love".

"Azzah, can you fix something to eat?" you beg from the bed.

"course, love! what do you want?" his voice rings from the kitchen.

"Taaaaaccccoooooo!" you sing, but really all you did to your voice was drawl the word out.

You swear up and down that he murmurs, "fifth time this week!" and laugh cutely.

After he makes the tacos meat, he brings the tray up with every possible option for you to put on a taco, as you've craved weird things on your tacos. You notice he forgot mushrooms, the one thing you've craved on almost everything.

"Azzah, you forgot the mushrooms," you whisper, and he brings a bowl out from behind his back. The mushrooms!

You snatch the bowl and dump them onto your taco, and you notice something shiny. A ring!

"Caroline Faye Austin, I've loved you since I first looked at you. I knew that I was head over heels for you way before you even said hello. So Caroline Faye Austin will you marry me?" Harry asks, on one knee.

"Oh my goodness, Azzah! OF FRICKIN COUFSE I WILL!" you squeal.

"DID YOU ASK HER, HARRY?!" your mum, three of four other sisters, and Louis scream from downstairs.

"WHAT THE FLIP DO YOU THINK?!" you hear your fourth sister, Georgia Rose (she's your twin), scream.

"GEORGIA!" You squeal, not knowing whether or not your (and Georgia's) dad would let her see your children.

"Caroline!" she screams back. "And yes, dad is letting me see my niece and nephew! I kinda blackmailed him...."

"Georgia Rose Austin! You shouldn't do that!" you hear your mum screech.

******Exactly One Month Later******

Today is your c-section day.

"Come on, Caz," Harry says, with his hand intertwined with yours. "We have a c-section to endure so we can see our children!"

You know he's happy, and that makes you happy as well, but your nerves keep trying to show, but you won't let them.

"Caroline Austin?" a nurse asks, after what seems like hours, but is really only five minutes.

You zone out and when you zone in again, you've already had the epidural, and Harry's got his scrubs.

"Its alright, love. No need to be nervous," he whispers, with your hand in his, his thumb rubbing the back of yours.

"Baby A! Is a girl!" you suddenly hear crying after the doctor says that.

"Carrie, that's our baby girl!" Harry happily squeals, but tries to brush off his enthusiasm as manly, but fails.

"And Baby B! Is a...... girl?!" the doctor squeaks, shocked.

You and Harry both look at each other.

"There's a third child!" the doctor happily cheers. "Baby C! Is a boy!"

Harry just cups your cheeks, and with happy tears, kisses you.

********Three Months Later********

"Well, Caz, we have two girls to fight the boys away from now," Harry says.

"Yes, we do!" you answer.

"Caz?" Harry suddenly asks.

"Yes, Azzah?" you answer.

"What do you say to a small wedding, with a toasting afterwards?" he asks, emphasizing 'toasting' because he knows that you would want something like Katniss and Peeta from The Hunger Games.

"I'd love that!" you squeal, hugging him. "But no more kids for a while!"

"Okay!" he murmurs.

Suddenly you hear a cry from the baby monitor, followed by two more.

"Oh my lord!" Harry squeaks.

"Together, Azzah, together!" You reassure him. "I'll get the girls, okay?"

"But-I want-," Harry tries.

"Azzah, please?" you beg.

"Fine!" he surrenders.

You pick up the two girls, (who you cleverly named Darcy and Elizabeth.) and hold one in each arm, as they nurse from your breasts.

"Edward, calm down. Please, calm down!" Harry was frantically trying to calm the third triplet, Edward, but failing.

"Azzah, he wants his mother's milk," you quietly hum.

"Oh, right. Darcy and Elizabeth are asleep, Edward needs a turn!" Harry quietly shrieks.

You take Edward, Harry takes the girls, and Edward almost immediately latches on and nurses.

After Edward nurses, you and Harry go back to bed and cuddle.

"You know I love you, right, Caz?" Harry murmurs.

"Yes, Azzah, I do!" you murmur back, tracing the tattoos on his chest.

"I love you sooo much that I think that weshouldgetmarriedtomorrow," he says, rushing the end.

"What was that last part?" you ask.

"Weshould getmarried tomorrow," he repeats, a tad slower.

"Parle plus lentement, s'il te plaît?" you whisper, saying 'speak slowly please?' in French.

"We should get married tomorrow," he says, looking into your beautiful blue-green eyes.

"Okay," you smile, having blackmailed him from the start.

"Wait a bloody minute, you knew what I said! Caz, that's not fair!" Harry fake whimpers.

"Azzah!" you whine when he turns over so you can't trace the butterfly or the two swallows on his torso.

"Caz, I still love you!" he says.

"Turn over! pweeeease?" you whimper. "I wove woo, Azzah!"

"I wove woo too, Caz!" he says, turning over and seeing you pout. "I was kidding, m'not mad!"

"Traitor!" you squeal as he straddles you, and tickles you. "Sto-op, Az-zzah! Th-that's n-not fu-funny!"

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AN: Part two: FINISHED! There MIGHT be more, I'm not sure!

~~Tracy.xx