Ever After | Book 2 of the Selected Series

Epilogue

Harry felt like his hand was getting crushed, Madison's incredibly tight grip cutting off the circulation of his blood, but he tried his best to ignore his mild pain. Instead he focused on breathing deeply, in rhythm with Mady. Even thinking he was in pain made him feel guilty when his wife was literally in the middle of giving birth.

"Keep pushing!" The doctor yelled, hidden by Madison's hospital robe covering them both. She cursed the entire world, the gut wrenching pain being unbelievable and she just wanted to stop and throw everyone out of the window, Harry included. Her eyes were shut tightly with every contraction and she was drenched in sweat, it clearly wasn't her most fashionable moment but Harry thought she looked even more beautiful. He leaned down to kiss her forehead, whispering encouraging words in her ear but flinched away when Mady menacingly growled.

"I can see the head! Only a few more pushes to go. You can do it!" The doctor yelled over the commotion filling the room. They had tried their best to keep it private, but their hospital room had quickly packed with Harry and Mady's family, and their friends. Louis was in a corner, recording the whole thing as he was asked to do while Grace tried her best to calm both the King and Mady's father down.

"Get it out of me!" Mady yelled at the top of her lungs, absolutely drained of every ounce of energy. She had been at this for what felt like eternity and she stopped caring about manners and the people around her, this baby had to pop out soon or else...

"Alright darling, the baby is almost out! I need one more push!" Harry felt feverish, peeking over the covers and seeing the doctor's bloody hands and a hint of a baby's head.

"Harry! Harry! Harry!" Mady yelled between each breath, begging for her husband to do something, anything but Harry's face turned ghostly pale. "Oh, don't you dare pass out you piece of shit!" She yelled, shaking his arm and Harry gulped, gladly welcoming the cold water given to him by a nurse.

"Come on Madison!" Her attention was brought back to the doctor and she mentally pictured herself kicking the physician in the face. She was feeling everything at the same time and was doing her fucking best but this baby didn't want to fucking get out. Taking in a huge breath, she gave one last push, the strongest yet and the feeling of something sliding out of her made Mady deflate like a balloon. The sense of relief that washed over felt like a tsunami and she would've passed out if it weren't for the crystal clear cry of her child and Harry's loud sobs, and even though Mady's entire body was beyond exhausted, the powerful need to hold her child in her arms came over.

When Harry's eyes landed on his baby daughter, he felt his heart grow bigger than the world. Suddenly everything made sense to him, all the love, all the pain, all the struggles and the passion, it all resulted in the most beautiful creation. She was the most wonderful thing he had ever laid eyes on, pink and crying and smelling like everything good in the universe. He was absolutely in love.

"I want to hold her." Madison managed to say, completely breathless and tears ran down her face against her very will, longing to see her child. Harry turned to face her, their daughter wrapped up in a soft duvet in his arms and crying out her life. The look on his face made Madison burst into greater tears and Harry gently gave her the baby to hold. Mady took one look at her daughter and it felt like an angel was reposing in her arms. The hours of torture she had just endured were absolutely worth it and suddenly numb to the pain, all she could feel was pure adoration and love for the bundle of crying happiness she was holding in her arms. "She's beautiful." She cried and Harry reposed his head on hers, admiring their daughter, the result of their powerful love, their happiness.

They were finally free of hospital staff, but the energy in the room was still so vibrant and joyful, every family member wanting to get a better look at the beautiful little girl. Kim cried with Madison, holding her own infant son in her arms, both mothers gushing about their children. Harry and King Rupert stood further away, taking in the situation and the English monarch patted Harry's shoulder, giving him the warmest smile.