Nialls model sister (COMPETED)

Chapter 39 - Epilogue

Ashton pov: “Mummy, mummy! Help!” Melody and Harmony squealed running away from Harry. They clutched my legs and I smiled. “Mummy’s got you. The monster can’t get you now.” Harry smiled at me. “I think the monster is pretty cute though, yeah?” I asked my daughters. “No way! He growls and tickles us!” Harry laughed. “You think so?” I quickly kissed Harry’s lips. “Mummy!” Harmony gasped. “You’ll get monsters germs! Ew!” Melody finished. The twins had the same accent. It was mostly Irish but they sounded like Harry too. They only sounded more Irish because they spent more time with me. “Is he still a monster?” Harmony whispered thinking Harry and I couldn’t hear her. “I hope not. I want to braid his hair and have a tea party.” Melody whispered back. I smiled. “Daddy isn’t a monster anymore.” Harry said. “Yay!” They squealed and hugged Harry tightly. “Okay, I’ll make the tea while you girls get daddy ready!” I went downstairs and started the tea. I heard loud laughter and I snuck up the steps. “Dad you look pretty.” There were ponytails, braids, clips and headbands in Harry’s hair. I covered my mouth from laughing. When the tea was finished I brought it up and set it on the table. “You look very beautiful. Nicely done girls.” I complimented with a laugh. Harry gave me a death glare which only made me laugh harder. "Come on, stand beside daddy and smile for a picture. They did as I asked. “Come on, smile daddy. They worked hard!” Harry stopped fighting the urge and he smiled. “Now drink your tea!” I obviously sent the picture to twitter and to family. The girls put Harry through makeup, hair ties and everything and finally, after an hour they were sound asleep on their princess beds. I helped Harry to take the child makeup off. “You did look really pretty, though.” I laughed. “Oh hush.” He pressed his lips to mine. “Harry- they’re sleeping!” “So?” “So stop.” I laughed. He had me pressed against our bedroom door with his hand up my shirt. “So what if I said I wanted to do this for a third?” I blushed. “You want another kid?” “You’re kidding. I want a thousand more kids that are half Irish cause their little accents are adorable.” I smiled. “Just cause of the accent?” “No, because if there’s three then I get to see a little bit of you in four different people.” I rolled my eyes playfully. “Okay, I give in.” Harry smiled and laid me back on the bed. “Baby number three, let’s go.” I laughed loudly. My husband is perfect and so is our family.