CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE:
He runs towards me and wraps his arms around me.
He helps me down the hallway, until we find the nearest nurse.
She places us in a room that looks similar to the one I was in before. She told me that I should start to feel contractions in the next twelve hours.
Harry sits beside me and holds my hand the whole time. An hour passes and then I have my first contraction. The pain is so severe, that I'm pretty sure I'm breaking Harry's hand from squeezing too hard.
This goes on and off for six hours. I could've went home until the contractions became four minutes apart, but Harry refused and made me stay at the hospital.
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The nurse walks in and attaches an IV into my arm along with another one for epidural.
"We're going to have to do a C-section because of the way your baby is positioned." In a way I'm happy that I don't have to push it out.
Once the drug kicked in, they placed a curtain halfway over my stomach so I couldn't see anything.
Harry's hand never left mine... I'm so grateful that he's here with me. The procedure lasts about twenty minutes.
I hear a baby cry and immediately want to see it.
"It's a girl!" I look over to see Harry with a little smirk across his face... he knew all along.
They cleanse the baby and wrap it up. They try handing it to me first, but I know Harry wants this moment more than life itself.
He holds her ever so gently and the way he looks at her is priceless.
After a few moments with her, he hands her to me. I look down at my precious baby, "She looks like a Darcy." I say smiling at Harry, than looking back down at my perfect baby girl.
"Darcy Anne Styles." I say her full name out loud, finally putting a face to the name. She's the most perfect child that I've ever seen in the world.
They say you instantly get an indescribable bond with your child the moment it comes, and that's the most accurate thing I've ever heard.
She's just so beautiful. I continue staring at her and see us in her. My lips, for sure. Harry's eyes. Beautiful blue-ish green eyes.
As I look in her precious, innocent eyes... I can see a little piece of Harry.
