Only Angel

Epilogue ✔️

3 years later, Harry's pov

I hear the bedroom door open and someone tap my face as I try to sleep.

"Dadda, I had a nightmare." I hear Olivia's voice say.

I open my eyes and look to see Olivia holding her teddy bear that the boys got her as a 1st birthday present.

"Ok sweetie. Do you want me to sing you to sleep?" I whisper as I get out of bed, careful not to wake my sleeping wife. I know that after a nightmare the only thing that will get Olivia back to sleep is if I sing to her.

I take her hand and we walk back to her room. She gets into bed and pulls to covers over her. I tuck her in and start singing to her.

Sweet creature

Had another talk about where it's going wrong

But we're still young

We don't know where we're going

But we know where we belong

And oh we started

Two hearts in one home

It's hard when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

Sweet creature

We're running through the garden

Oh, where nothing bothered us

But we're still young

I always think about you and how we don't speak enough

And oh we started

Two hearts in one home

I know, it's hard when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

I know when we started

Just two hearts in one home

It gets harder when we argue

We're both stubborn

I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

You'll bring me home.

After I'm done singing, she's out cold.

"Good night little one." I kiss her forehead and get up from the chair I was sitting in. I turn off the light and leave the room, shutting the door behind me.

It's hard to believe it's been three years since Olivia was born. It's been the best three years. My life couldn't be better. I have a beautiful wife and an adorable little girl. I couldn't ask for a better life.

I walk into me and Grace's room.

"Did she have a nightmare?" Grace asks as I get back into bed.

"Yeah, I sang to her and she's asleep again." I tell her. I kiss her forehead and wrap my arm around her waist.

"Thank you for making me a dad." I tell her.

"Thank you for making me a mom." She replies. I kiss her lips and she rests her head on my chest.

I couldn't ask for more in life. Grace gave me the greatest gift in life: being loved. I will forever be grateful to her for that.

She's my only angel.