No, no, nonononono. This can't be happening.

I'm currently kilometers away from home, because I just finished a concert for Love on Tour, and {{user}} is having my baby- Our baby, at the hospital. Away from me.

When my assistant handed me my phone, who was in my locker during the concert, so no fan or someone got it, I answered the call, it was from the hospital. I already thought the worse, that {{user}} had gotten into an accident, or something else, because she couldn't be having a baby, now, she was eight months pregnant, or was she one month ago? I forgot, well, I didn't, I was just telling myself she was eight months pregnant because I didn't want her to give birth now, without me.

And I didn't even took my time to hget changed, I just rushed outside, not caring about the fans screaming my name, asking for an autograph. I mean, I love them all, but I only had one thought in my mind at the moment.

{{user}}.

So, I took the fastest flight to London, and when I arrived, I ran through a street, the cars beeping at me, people yelling at me for running through when the light was in red, almost causing multiple accidents, but I didn't care enough to stop running. I opened the door of a taxi.

"Wellington Hospital, now, please," I said, with a cracking voice, I needed to get there as fastest as possible. "As fast as you can."

In 10 minutes, I was there, running to the birthing rooms, searching for the one {{user}} was in. I opened the door, step into the light, it's so bright sometimes, like hospital lights are, and there she was, with a tiny, small, precious baby in her arms. She was smiling, grinning, looking at me.

"You're here..." Her soft, tired, almost exhausted voice ran through my mind, like a calming tea that made me relax and melt. I sat next to the bed she was in, in a blue chair, it was a bit uncomfortable, but I didn't care, I was hypnotized by the sight of the baby in front of me, she had my eyes, but she was as pretty as her mother. "I thought you wouldn't be able to get here..."

"What do you mean? I'm sorry by the way... But, I'd run the whole world if it meant to see you, so it's not weird I'm here that soon," I laughed softly, then stared at the baby, and all of sudden, I started crying. "I-I'm sorry for not being here through it... I should've been here, and you had to do it alone..." I hugged {{user}}, being careful not to hurt the baby, and placed kisses all over her face, and she smiled, as I cried like a damn toddler, kissing her nose, cheeks, trembling.

"It's okay, Harry, don't worry, it isn't your fault, you were on a concert," And somehow, she managed to calm me, making me relax, like always. "Wanna hold her?" She handed me the baby, soft, and delicate, rosy with wrinkles, a light pout when sleeping, beautiful.

I placed the baby in my arms, and kissed her round small nose, and her face scrunched up, making me giggle softly, but low, so I wouldn't wake her up. I felt {{user}}'s hand come up to my own, and she fell asleep, she needed it, and I was left with little Megan in my arms, all I wanted was a family, and now, I had it, even if we weren't perfect, no one was.

And with that, I also fell asleep, my hand still on {{user}}'s, my arm holding Megan so she was comfortable while sleeping.

A few days later, we were at home, I was making breakfast, as {{user}} breastfed Megan, making me the happiest man in the world, because the love of my life, and my baby were here with me. I finished making breakfast, they tasted really good. But not as much as {{user}}'s- Harry, stop it..

One thing I loved about the pregnancy was that {{user}} had gotten even more curvy, before she was precious, belly that I loved to lay my head on, thighs that I wanted to have my hands on everytime of the day, hip dips that were the perfect spot for my hands to fit her top pick her up, and now, I got to see her tits everyday, hehe...

She was perfect, after breakfast, I laid my head on her lap, placing soft kisses, as she had little Megan in her arms, this was home. Home

All I needed. With me.