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SKYLARS POV

** 2 weeks later **

"Hey, how you feeling?" I ask walking into Harry's room.

"Okay" he replies shrugging his shoulders.

"You should be feeling great, you finally get to be released out of this place. " I say smiling at him.

"Yeah, I guess that's probably good. " He chuckles.

I smile bending down to give him a hug. I'm about to stand up when Harry stops me.

"What?" I ask him concerned.

"I like the view. " He smirks.

I quickly stand up crossing my arms over my chest.

" Perv" I smack him on his head.

" Miss please don't smack my patients. " Harry's doctor says while walking in.

"But he was--"

"No buts" he says. " Anyways mr. Styles, you are free to go. just keep taking your medications for about another week or so and you should be all good. "

"Thank you kind sir." Harry replies.

I give him the look as the doctor walks out the door.

" Let's go. " I say motioning towards the door.

As we are walking towards the elevator I feel a sharp pain in my stomach. I wince.

"Are you alright?" Harry asks me a look of concern on his face.

"Oh yeah, yeah I'm alright. " I say not really feeling fine.

We step into the elevator and I feel another sharp.

As we get to the parking lot a look of excitement fills Harry's face.

" You bright my range rover. " Harry squeals like an over excited five year old kid in a candy shop.

"Yeah, you wanna drive?" I ask him.

"Yes!!!" he again squeals.

I laugh getting into the passenger side.

When we are about five minutes away from my house I get the pain again only this time it doesn't go away.

I begin to worry that the babies are in trouble. I feel a little wet so I glance down wondering what it is.

Shit!

"Harry turn the car around" I say rather calmly.

"Why?" he asks.

"Just do it" I say grinding my teeth.

"Why?" he says again.

"Harry, you are making me really mad so just turn the car around and you'll be fine. "

He sighs bowing his head. He looks at me a look of disgust on his face.

"Did you pea in my car?" he says clearly disgusted.

"yes because I would totally do that" I sarcastically respond.

"Well obviously because it's right there. " He points to the liquid on my seat.

"NO! OKAY MY FRICKING WATER BROKE!!! AS IN THE BABIES ARE COMING. " I yell at him.

He quickly gets panicked doing a u shaped turn on the middle of the road.

We arrive at the hospital and he picks me up bridal style carrying me into the hospital.

I'm rushed towards a room and Harry's told to wait outside.

"Okay sweetie, you look young so I would imagine you've never done this before so what your going to do is just keeping pushing and listen to what I tell you. "

One hour later

HARRYS POV.

She's been in their for about an hour and while she was in their I phoned up the lads and the other girls.

A nurse comes walking out smiling at me.

"Congratulations sir, you are now the father of two beautiful children, Skylar would like you to help name them. "

I smile and walk into the room. I look at Skye and see two really small things on each side of her.

" You wanna hold one?" she asks me.

I nod.

"This is our son" she says handing me the bigger one of the two.

"Hi son" I say picking it up.

"What should we name them?" I ask her.

"Well you name him and I'll name her. " She says.

"Okay, what about, Carter?" I ask her.

"Sure Carter and Grace?" She asks me smiling.

" Carter and Grace it is. " I smile back at her.

" Can we come in yet?" Louis asks opening the door.

I look at Skylar who nods.

" Carter and Grace, meet your Uncles Louis, Zayn and Liam and your Aunts Eleanor, Perrie, Danielle, Julie, Sydney and your Aunty Jessie who's not here. " I say.

"So Skylar how long are you here for?" El asks her.

"Well, they told me I could leave tomorrow after a few check ups. " She replies.

"Oh that reminds me!" Perrie speaks up. " I brought them each an outfit and I think Dani brought blankets. "

They hand the stuff to her and Skylar gets them dressed.

After about an hour everyone leaves but I decide to stay and visit. I end up falling asleep in the chair beside her bed.

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