Saving You Tonight

Annabelle and Darcy(LAST CHAPTER!!)

A/N: I can’t believe this is the last chapter!!!! OMG!!!! In honor of the ending of my first ever story, I changed the cover. Do you guys like it? It sets up the main focus for the sequel (Hint, hint...), which I won’t be posting until October at the earliest.

Get ready, Goblins. This last chapter might be the best, which isn’t saying much...Anyway! Yes, it’s short, but it’s good. The sequel won’t exactly pick up where this left off, though. I’ve decided to call the sequel “When I’m Gone”, since the kids are going to be the main focus. If you guys have any good ideas for a better title or want to make a cover, tell me.

Stay beautiful and enjoy!

Jillian’s POV

1 month. Annabelle and Darcy were exactly 1 month old. It’s still hard to believe their mine, even when I hold them. It definitely takes time for a mother to adapt to the very feeling of knowing she had children. It’s not necessarily the responsibility that comes with it, it’s more so the feeling of motherhood and its nature.

The twins are asleep right now. They’re so adorable. They’re both pale and have green- hazel eyes like me. Annabelle’s eyes were a tad darker then Darcy’s, though. But, I think they both have Finny’s basic face. They didn’t have my chubby lips or light freckles. They had Finny’s thin lips and nose. I thought of him sometimes, now days. I feel like he has the right to at least see them. They’re his kids, too.

Harry’s POV

I just got out of the recording studio. I was excited to go home and see my little girls. I had gotten them a each a pink and purple teddy bear and the way home. While I was on the freeway, I turned on the radio. “When I’m Gone” by Eminem was playing. I could help but analyze the lyrics, really listen to them.

“Have you ever loved someone so much you’d give an arm for? Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for. You know they’re you’re heart, and you are they’re armor and you would destroy anyone who would try to harm her.”

I thought of Annabelle and Darcy. Sometimes I thought I wasn’t supposed to be where I was, raising them and all.

“But what happens when karma turns right around to bite you, and everything you stand for turns on you to spite you? What happens when you become the main source of her pain. Daddy look what I made, Dad’s gotta to catch a plane.”

It hit me. I wouldn’t always be there for them. I would need to go make albums and go on tours. I don’t want them to be like other kids whose fathers aren’t part of their childhood. Then again, I wasn’t their real father.

“Daddy where’s Mommy? I can’t find Mommy, where is she? I don’t know Hayley, baby, your Daddy’s busy. Daddy’s writing a song, the song ain’t gonna write itself. I’ll give you one underdog then you gotta swing by yourself.”

I wondered if I would ever become one of those fathers who never wanted to spend time with their children. Then, I shrugged the feeling off. I love my kids.

“Then turn right around in that song and tell her you love her and put hands on her mother, who's a spitting image of her. That's Slim Shady, yeah baby, Slim Shady's crazy. Shady made me, but tonight Shady's rocka-by-baby...”

I started to feel a bit uneasy. I love Jillian, I do. I love being the kids’ father almost as much, but we needed to tell the kids about Finny at some point. I can’t lie to them. I would decide to tell them when I time is right. But, when is the right time? I don’t want him to see the kids.

“And when I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn; rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice. Just know that I'm looking down on you smiling and I didn't feel a thing, so baby, don't feel no pain, just smile back.”

I started to wonder as the chorus repeated. I was really worried the kids would end up not looking at me as a father. I didn’t want them to feel alone, but I didn’t know what I could do. I changed the song.

I finally arrived home. I sprinted into upstairs to my flat and yelled classically, “Honey, I’m home!” as I walked through the door. “And I have a little something for the kids.” I pulled the teddy bears out of the bags as Jill came into view.

“Aww, Hazza.” She said. Just then, the phone rang.

“Where are the girls?”

“Bedroom.” She answered lastly before saying “Hello?” into the phone and before I went to Annabelle and Darcy. I smiled widely as I saw them.

“Hi, girls.” I cooed as I approached their cribs. It was hard to tell them apart, but I just remember that Darcy was on the left and Annabelle was on the right. “Look what I got you.” I showed them the teddy bears. “Who wants what?” Annabelle’s hand started the clench lightly, as if she were to grab something. She was looking at the purple bear. I slowly put in next to her as she started to bite on it. I chuckled. “That leaves you with pink, doesn’t it, Darcy.” I gave her the pink one. “Doesn’t it? Doesn’t it?” I tickled her stomach with every “Doesn’t it”. Her laugh was the most adorable thing. I looked at Annabelle. “You just get cuter and cuter EVERYDAY.” My face came close to hers. I made a funny face as she sneezed. I smiled and cleaned it up. “I love you girls.” I cooed again. “Do you love me????” My fingers pointed to them. They looked at me in bewilderment. I chuckled. Darcy started to bite my finger and I laughed.

“Having fun?” Jill asked coming in. I chuckled.

“Tons.” I replied. I pecked her. “Who called?”

“Eleanor.” She smiled. “She’s pregnant.” My eyes widened.

“That’s great!” I looked at the girl again.

“It’s great, isn’t it?” Jill said in a baby voice. She tickled Annabelle’s stomach and laughed. Then she whimpered. She started to cry.

“Changing time?” I asked. Jill nodded and picked her up from her crib.

“I’ve got it.” She said, taking her to a table designed for changing diapers. I stayed and played with Darcy. This was my new life, and I was more than ready for it.

There you go! The sequel isn’t going to start off from this point, just letting you know, I hope you guys liked it, I worked really hard on it. Stay beautiful!