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Epilogue

Epilogue

Harry's pov

Three years later
Harry stood looking out the bay window of the upstairs bedroom to Louis' family's summer house. He could see his friends out on the giant lawn setting up chairs getting everything ready for the wedding. He didn't see Louis anywhere, they had made a deal to not see each other until the moment Harry walked down the aisle. It had been nearly twenty four hours since they had been around each other. Harry felt an ache in his stomach, he couldn't stand not having contact for so long.

He glanced over at the floor length mirror where his tux was hanging. Harry saw his reflection, his eyes were bright and his cheeks were flushed. His hair was swished perfectly to the side like Louis loved. He stared at his right arm, now covered in tattoos that represented his and Louis' life. He rubbed his thumb over his hi tattoo going back to the day he received it. Harry had thought he'd been so in love with Louis then he never thought that he could love him even more. Yet somehow he did.

Butterflies still attacked his stomach when the man walked into a room or when he laughed. Harry even loved the gross things about him. How he never cleaned up after himself, how he left more hair in the shower than Gemma ever thought about leaving. He loved it all.

Harry turned to the door as it opened. Gemma walked in her baby bump barely showing in the gown she had on. Her hair fell in curls around her face and shoulders. Harry smiled and walked over to the couch that Gemma was now occupying. He sat next to her as she kicked off her heels and pulled her legs in his lap. He rubbed her legs and she sighed in content her hand laying lightly on her tummy.

"Do you think she'll look like you or Louis?" She asked trailing her fingers up and down her bump.

Harry chuckled as he shook his head.

"I hope she looks like Louis." He took her hand in his. "Thank you Gem for doing this. I don't know how to ever repay you."

Harry thought back to the day he and Louis had asked Gemma to be their surrogate. Using Gemma's eggs and Louis' sperm. That way no matter what the baby would share both
Harry and Louis' DNA. She didn't even hesitate when she answered.

Gemma squeezed his fingers tears pooling in her eyes and a watery smile spread on her face. "You two deserve to be happy. I can help with that and that's wonderful. You're my little brother and I would do anything for you no matter what."

Harry pulled Gemma into a hug, mindful of her belly. He heard her gasp a little as a giggle escaped her lips. She looked at Harry her eyes wide with wonder and glee. Her warm fingers grasped his as she pulled his hand to her stomach. Harry was taken a little aback. He soon realized what was happening when he felt the little nudge against his hand. He froze sinking to his knees pressing his hand more firm to her stomach.

"Oh my god," he choked out. The baby kicked again and Harry smiled tears filling his eyes.

"She likes the sound of your voice," Gemma said.

"What? No, you think?" As if agreeing with her aunt the baby kicked Harry's hand again.

"Sing to her Harry." Gemma smiled down at him.

"Okay," he whispered as the perfect song came to his mind.

Isn't she lovely
Isn't she wonderful
Isn't she precious
Less than one minute old

I never thought through love we'd be
Making one as lovely as she
But isn't she lovely made from love

Harry's voice filled the room and the baby kicked harder. Harry smiled through his tears savoring the moment. The kicking finally calmed and Harry stood hugging Gemma tightly.