History

Chapter 32: Little Darlings

A/N, okay guys, this is the last official chapter, and I'm not gonna lie, I shed some tears.
After this chapter will be an epilogue of sorts. I hope everyone enjoys 💕I've had an amazing time writing this story.
Also, I'm not sure what I'll be creating next, but I have some ideas. So stay tuned if you've enjoyed "History"!

Brooklyn's pov.

"Harry." I poked his nose. His face scrunched in his sleep, and he moved over. I rolled my eyes. Of course he was sleeping while my water broke. "Harry!" I said a little louder. He opened one eye, then looked over at me.
"Hm?" He was still half asleep.
"My water broke! "I put my hand on his arm. He wasn't sensing my urgency.
He frowned slightly. "What?" he mumbled in response. I groaned.
"My water broke" I could feel some pain in my back and abdomen, the beginning of my contractions. He suddenly sat up and his eyes widened.
"Oh my gosh, is it time!?" I nodded in response, suddenly exhausted.
"I think so." He smiled excitedly, and shot out of bed.
"I'll grab the bag! Just stay there baby, I'll carry you out, wait I should call Sarah and Louis, our moms, oh my gosh I don't know what to do." He was pacing back and forth. I sighed.
"Harry just get the dang bag!" He looked over at me for reassurance, and I nodded.
"Okay!" I laughed as he ran out of the room. I sat myself up on the edge of the bed. I looked at the sheets and sighed. It looked like I had peed the bed. "I got it!" Harry ran in with the backpack strapped on, reaching out his arms to carry me out the door.
"I need to change, I don't want to go out in a wet nightgown." He ran to the closet and grabbed some sweatpants and a T-shirt, along with some underwear. He helped me get dressed, then picked me up in his arms, bridal style. It was difficult because of the size of my belly, but he made it work. He set me down in the passenger seat of the car. I turned the air conditioner on while he threw the backpack in the trunk. I was sweating horribly and it was driving me crazy. I had never been so nervous, but I was also excited. I felt so unprepared, yet as if I were ready for this next step in our lives. I didn't know where my life would go from here, or what being a mother would feel like, but I was about to find out.

We pulled up to the hospital and parked in the front. Harry led me inside, arm wrapped around my waist, holding me up. While we walked up the ramp, we stopped in front of the doors, breathing through a contraction. At this point they were about 6 minutes apart, but painful. Harry breathed along with me, and afterwards he helped me get inside.
"Let's get you checked in baby." I nodded, out of breath. The receptionist peered over the counter at us.
"Harry Styles?" Her mouth gaped open as she stared at him with wide eyes. I rolled mine and let out a huff of breath.
"Yes, this is my wife, Brooklyn Styles, she's in-"
"I know, I know who you are!" She was disgustingly giddy.
"Yes, but we really-"
"Can I get a picture?" She was smiling big and twirling her hair. The thoughts I had in that moment weren't the classiest.
"Oh my God, stop eye f-ing my husband and get me Dr. freakin Halbert!" She looked at me in shock and Harry snickered behind me, still helping me stand up. She stuttered,
"Okay, yeah, I'll call him." She was embarrassed, but it was either yell at her or have the twins on her desk.
She handed us some forms that Harry quickly signed, then a nurse came out and set me in a wheel chair.
"Oh I don't think this is necessary." I said, but she shook her head and gave me a look.
"You're having trouble standing, we don't want an accident on your way to the delivery room." I nodded and kept to myself, just as a contraction set in again. I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed in rhythm with Harry, who ran alongside us while trying to hold my hand in the process.

Soon we got into the delivery room, and Dr. Halbert was already inside, waiting for us. I got changed into a hospital gown, then sat in the bed, placing my legs in the stir ups. He snapped his gloves and smiled at me.
"Let's check how dilated you are, shall we?" Harry stood by my side, still holding my hand. Dr. Halbert focused as he checked me, then sat up straight to give me the news. "Okay, you're around 7 centimeters." I nodded.
"What does that mean exactly?" I asked. He smiled lightly.
"We'll start pushing at 10. Right now you should start calling anyone you want to be here during the birth and after, to visit." I exhaled sharply, then looked up at Harry.
"You wanna call our mums, Sarah and Louis, and Liam and Gemma?" He nodded quickly, pulling out his phone and heading into the hallway.
"I should also mention, now is the time to decide if you want Niall to be here, if you haven't already." I stared at Dr. Halbert, then looked away. What did I want to do? I knew the babies wouldn't remember any of this, but he would. Did I want to keep him from this precious moment, or did I want to take a risk and call him?
In the middle of thinking, another contraction hit, harder than the others.
"That was about 4 minutes since the last." The nurse who helped me in commented. Dr. Halbert nodded, telling the nurse to grab the epidural. I winced through the pain and tried to stay calm. After the contraction ended, at 45 seconds, they gave me the epidural and I sat back, sweat running down my face. Harry came inside the room and stood by my side.
"I called everyone, they're on their way." I nodded softly, lulling my head the side and breathing deeply. I was scared. Harry kissed my hand and rubbed his thumb over the top of it, comforting me. I looked his way and smiled at him.
"I'm not even pushing yet and I'm sweating buckets." He laughed slightly and shook his head.
"You still look like my beautiful wife." I smiled from ear to ear, but it quickly faded, closing my eyes.
"Harry I don't know if I'm ready." He kneeled down beside me.
"Hey, look at me Brooklyn." I opened my eyes and stared into his. "You're ready for anything, and I'm going to be right here to hold your hand." I smiled back at him again, my tears threatening to spill.
"It's the hormones." I joked. He laughed, a tear slipping down his cheek.
"I don't have that excuse." I leaned over and kissed him softly, running my hand through his hair with the hand he wasn't holding.
"It's okay Harry, I love a sensitive man." He snorted, grabbing my hand from his hair and setting it on his chest.
"I love you." He whispered. I breathed in deeply.
"I love you too." I released the breath. He stood up, turning around to sit in the chair in the corner.
"Call Niall." He quickly turned around and looked at me, eyes wide.
"What?" He asked. I sighed, feeling another contraction coming.
"Call, N-iall." It hit, barely allowing me to say the words. Harry stared at the ground, brows furrowed, but pulled out his phone and left the room. Dr. Halbert turned to me while I was having the contraction, a comforting grin on his face.
"It's going to be okay Brooklyn, I'm going to check your dilation again." After the contraction was over, he bent down to check me, and Harry walked in and stood by my side, grabbing hold of my hand.
"He's on his way." He mumbled.
"Are you mad at me?" I asked, he frowned and shook his head.
"No love, I'm just concerned." I nodded as Dr. Halbert stood up again.
"You're at an 8."