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Mine: the Epilogue: “We’re Gonna Make It Now”

A/N: This was a bonus. It is an after scene and somewhat of a fluff. I hope you all love it. I would suggest reading the first three parts before jumping into this. But this can be read on it’s own. Just a fluff for my cheeseballs out there. Much love x

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Part One: We’re Taking on the World Together

Part Two: We’ve Got Nothing Figured Out

Part Three: You Are the Best Thing That’s Ever Been Mine

Epilogue

Four years had gone by since the incident. At four years old, Rosy was stronger and healthier than ever. She grew to be a happy child who was always smiling, flashing her beautiful dimples while batting her green eyes. You and Harry had enrolled Rosy at a nearby nursery school. The two of you loved watching your daughter interact with other children and take initiative to make her own friends. Rosy would come home after a half day in nursery school beaming, filled with excitement to her mummy and daddy stories about what she and her friends did that day, what book her teacher read to them before naptime, and what art ’n crafts she worked on. Your refrigerator was decorated with all of Rosy’s drawings and paintings from school.

Seeing your daughter grow up into a little girl made your and Harry’s heart sink a little. You and Harry both missed having a baby to take care of. Rosy wasn’t a baby anymore. Rosy was getting taller by the minute. She was speaking full sentences and forming her own thoughts and opinions. She definitely took after her father’s sassy attitude. You and Harry both wanted another baby-- a playmate for Rosy. But before you began trying, you had to run it by the princess of the house first.

“Rosy, would you like to have a little brother or sister to play with?” Harry asked his daughter over breakfast. She was making circles, trying to catch the cereal in her pink princess bowl.

Rosy’s eyes lit up at the thought. “Yes! Yes! Yes, daddy! I want to be a big sista!”

“I want you to be a big sister, too,” Harry smiled. “How about you go tell mummy? The baby will be in her tummy. Ask her if she’s okay with it.”

Rosy got off from her big girl chair and toddled over to you. You were inside the kitchen mixing a batter of pancakes. Harry followed Rosy and leaned over the island as he watched his daughter tug on your pajamas.

“Mummy,” Rosy said sweetly, “Are you okay with having a baby in your tummy?”

You bent down to be at eye level with Rosy. “Hmm, that depends… Are you okay with being a big sister?”

“Yes mummy! Me and daddy want me to be a big sista,” Rosy said.

You smiled, “Okay, it’s deal.”

You and Harry had been trying for several months without any luck. Funny life worked that way. In the beginning of your marriage, you and Harry were always careful to use contraception but one slip up and Rosy was made. Now you weren’t using any form of contraception and Harry’s swimmers decided to swim the opposite way. You were starting to feel disappointed and defeated. Harry was leaving for over a month to tour a series of countries. Nursery School policy did not allow for students to be absent for more than two weeks. Therefore, you and Rosy had no choice but to meet Harry at the last leg of his trip. It was going to feel like eternity before you and Harry could be intimate with one another again— for yourselves and for Rosy’s potential baby brother or sister.

You and Harry made the most of his last night home. Rosy was put to bed earlier so the two of you could have more time alone together. Sure enough, not a minute was wasted.

“God,” Harry was panting after the second round. “I didn’t know you had that in yeh, babe.”

“You tired yet, mister?” you teased.

“I’m going to need a minute,” he chuckled.

The two of you rested to catch a breath. You and Harry just cuddled and talked. You shared new stories and retold old ones. You reminisced about the past and old memories before the two of you were married. You talked about the future and what you hoped it would hold for you and your little family. And most importantly, you reminded each other of how much you loved one another.

“I think I’m ready,” Harry smirked. He snaked an arm around the top of your bare stomach, stroking the side of your breast. “Come on, boys, don’t let me down.” You giggled at his silliness. Harry slowly crawled on top of you, his knees between your legs and his arms at each of your side. He took a moment to admire you. He swore his wife became more beautiful as each day came. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Y/N. We’ve been married six years and you still take my breath away.”

“Oh shut up,” you teased, pushing him lightly on his chest.

“I mean it,” he whispered lowly and roughly as he was lowering himself onto you. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we make beautiful children.” Harry left wet pecks on the back of your ear, slowly making his way towards your mouth as his hands caressed the curves of your body.

“Mummy?” a little voice said from behind the door.

Harry froze immediately. Your eyes both shifted a sleepy Rosy by the doorway. She was in her night gown, her hair a bird’s nest, and little fists rubbing the sleep in her eyes. You giggled, looking at a slightly disappointed Harry. “We got caught,” you teased.

“Fuck,” he chuckled just low enough for only you to hear. Harry quickly reached for a his pair of boxer briefs that were thrown somewhere underneath the covers. “What’sa matter, bug?” he asked, lifting up a sleepy Rose.

“I had a nightmare,” she nuzzled her face into her daddy’s neck, finding a position comfortable enough to fall asleep again.

“Do you wanna sleep with mummy and me tonight?” Harry asked as he swayed side to side, his daughter in his embrace. Rosy just nodded, her heavy eyelids closed. Harry waited until you had put Harry’s old shirt and a pair of pajamas that were thrown to the ground earlier before bringing Rosy onto the bed in between the two of you.

Harry pulled the covers over the three of you and stretched out his long arm, holding both Rosy and you. “Daddy will keep the nightmares away,” he said as he kissed his daughter goodnight.

5 AM rolled around too quickly. Harry was already in the shower. You prepared a small breakfast muffin sandwich for Harry to take on the road. You helped him gather the last of his things, shoving last minute items into his luggage bags.

Harry ran up the stairs to kiss his sleeping daughter goodbye. “I’ll see you in three week, bug. I love you,” he whispered.

A black Escalade with very tinted windows was parked outside your driveway. The driver stood by the car door, ready to assist Harry.

“Call me,” you told him.

“I will, luv.” Harry placed a hand in the back of your neck and the other under your chin. He leaned in for a long kiss— one to hold him over for the next three weeks. “I love you,” he said before walking out the door.

Two and a half weeks had gone by and Harry was growing restless. He missed his girls. Harry was consistent and punctual when it came to phone calls and FaceTime. It was Rosy’s favorite part of the day to talk to her Daddy via FaceTime while he was away.

Harry was sat in one of the booths, scrolling through pictures of you and Rosy on his phone when his tour manager came up to him with a small box. “Got somethin’ for yeh,” he said, dropping the box on the table.

“For Daddy” was written in large letters in crayon. It look to be a four-year-old’s handwriting he was very much familiar with. Harry took a key and cut through the tape holding the box together. The small box was filled with blue and pink foam peanut fillers. Harry examined the box quizzically. He turned the box over, dumping all of the peanut fillers. Last to come out was a pregnancy test and a piece of paper folded into four.

Harry unfolded the paper. It was a drawing of a stick figure family of four, signed by Rose Anne Styles.

Harry took the stick and examined it.

It read positive.

Harry couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear. Baby number two.

“What is it, mate?” one of his band members asked, noticing Harry.

“Y/N—“ he smiled, “she’s pregnant.”