#eight-burst nebula

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The Eight-Burst Nebula, NGC 3132 // Philip Bartlett

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Hubble captures a pale blue supernova in galaxy LEDA 22057

This NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope Picture of the Week features the galaxy LEDA 22057, which is located about 650 million light-years away in the constellation Gemini. Like the subject of a previous Picture of the Week, LEDA 22057 is the site of a supernova explosion.

This particular supernova, named SN 2024PI, was discovered by an automated survey in January 2024. The survey covers the entire northern half of the night sky every two days and has cataloged more than 10,000 supernovae.

The supernova is visible in the image: Located just down and to the right of the galactic nucleus, the pale blue dot of SN 2024PI stands out against the galaxy's ghostly spiral arms. This image was taken about a month and a half after the supernova was discovered, so the supernova is seen here many times fainter than its maximum brilliance.

SN 2024PI is classified as a Type Ia supernova. This type of supernova requires a remarkable object called a white dwarf, the crystallized core of a star with a mass less than about eight times the mass of the sun. When a star of this size uses up the supply of hydrogen in its core, it balloons into a red giant, becoming cool, puffy and luminous.

Over time, pulsations and stellar winds cause the star to shed its outer layers, leaving behind a white dwarf and a colorful planetary nebula. White dwarfs can have surface temperatures higher than 100,000 degrees and are extremely dense, packing roughly the mass of the sun into a sphere the size of Earth.

While nearly all of the stars in the Milky Way will one day evolve into white dwarfs—this is the fate that awaits the sun some five billion years in the future—not all of them will explode as Type Ia supernovae. For that to happen, the white dwarf must be a member of a binary star system.

When a white dwarf siphons material from a stellar partner, the white dwarf can become too massive to support itself. The resulting burst of runaway nuclear fusion destroys the white dwarf in a supernova explosion that can be seen many galaxies away.

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NGC 3132: The Eight Burst Nebula

Credits: NASA, ESA, Hubble Heritage Team, STScI, AURA

[notmadebyhumanhands]

Letters to a Starstill

Of my birthing came forth from an ylem The unforeseen result of careless frivolity And sometime soon, this tensile realm Beckons to burst with dreamers free

Where no northern arrow Has ever pierced; no hemisphere To divide a sinking so shallow Be the guiding point in a vast sheer

Let there be no visible scars A shadow of some broken countenance False lovers illuminated by the stars Henceforth runs a patulous arrogance

A cluster luculent only underneath Layers of nebula and atmosphere Celestial equivalent of a human heartbeat A tellurian affair down below gazes up here

Sans doubt, degust it now, ever so gently Yielding only to ensorcell upon which it looms This unattainable reality, yet so vivid an imagery Appearance of starry erubescent blooms

And thus herewith I constellate A chiliad made for praising you Gleaming points of light forever oscillate But the sensuality of touch to eschew

In the sanctuary of nighttime's soul Should the conscious state lie in half-wake When zephyr flutters by remembrance's goal They twinkle way above high for your sake

But shall it turn the eight-burst furious Speed of dark descends in eviternity The lightpoints then to sleep in fuscous Loveheart locked in velleity

[constelladream]

Let me spice it up a bit and ask how many shots for way of wanderlust, sumin of nebula, and diaz of varsity for Kazuo, ario, turkey boy pavo, and yeong 🤭👀

"TURKEY BOY PFTT-" Ario bursts into laughter. The older boy grumbles.

"I dislike that so many of our Spanish fans keep calling me that..." Pavo mumbles. He clears his throat as he thinks about his answer, ignoring Ario's laughs. "But anyways, Yeong is out doing practice so it'll just be us three. So let's see...Way sunbae...oh, Kazuo is a really big fanboy of him, aren't you?" He asks the younger boy besides him. Kazuo blushes shyly.

"Uhm...y-yeah...I'm...a big fan of Wanderlust sunbaenims..." He answers a bit quietly, covering his blushing cheeks with his hands. Ario giggles.

"He really likes Way more than the others," The brunette adds. Kazuo groans.

"Don't spread that information!"

"He's not wrong," Pavo laughs. "Honestly, probably seven shots. I'd need to be very drunk if I were to sleep with him. Sumin from Nebula sunbaes...I don't think any...she's not really my type. No offense." He smiles.

"Sumin sunbae is pretty," Ario smiles. "But yeah, she's not really my type either. But she's nice to be friends with!" Pavo nods in agreement.

"And for Diaz sunbaenim? Probably six shots. He's cool and all, but I probably need a lot to be bold to ask him." He hums. He turns to Kazuo, noticing how the raven head has calmed down a bit. "What about you Kazuo?"

"Oh uhm...for Sumin sunbae...maybe eight shots?" Kazuo says.

"That's a lot," Ario comments. Kazuo shrugs.

"I'd probably have to do it while I'm drunk," Kazuo says. "But for Diaz sunbaenim...I mean he's kinda cool...probably four shots."

"And for Way sunbae?" Ario smirks. The raven head goes quiet, his cheeks turning red again as he thinks.

"U-uhm...I...kinda would say I could sleep with him sober but...I'd be really nervous so...maybe five."

"Damn, alright," Ario laughs lightly. "For Way sunbae, I'd probably go with three shots. He's pretty cute hehe. Diaz sunbae is kinda hot, not gonna lie...Jooha hyung is so lucky~ But honestly, if they weren't together, I'd probably do one shot."

[foolishprince]

My aethers are finally finished... and they'll be up to nest as soon as i write lore for them. they're both named after both celestial bodies AND have musical references [the eight burst nebula, but also similar to 8bit or 8tracks] [cassiopeia, or or the song Casio by Gorrilaz].

i think i'm going to make them weird edm artists...

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"Are you ready, Skip?" the Doctor asked, trying to contain his smile. "Oh, it's going to be beautiful. Ranked one of the most beautiful places in this galaxy four times by three different civilizations." "I'm sure it'll be beautiful, but I don't think it'll be the right place." Skip deadpanned. The Doctor held back a choice retort and held his hand out, which Skip took. With his other hand he gestuered for her to close her eyes.

"I'm bringing you over to the doors. One more step. Opening the doors. See, what did I tell you. Open your eyes." Skip felt for the door and then opened her eyes. The air was cold. The sky outside the doors was a light, hazy purple. Cosmic phenomena hung in the sky- on the horizon were two ringed planets at a considerable distance, a moon, a multicolored nebula, a spattering of constellations. Underneath was a white field with no trees, roads or bodies of water in sight. The white ground was faintly illuminated by the many sources of light from the sky. In the distance- the far, far distance on the planet's surface- was a range of mountains. The Doctor burst away from the TARDIS doors and skipped a pace away from Skip. "My god, smell that salt breeze!" the Doctor exclaimed, his arms raised in the air. Skip walked at a slow pace behind him, following him to his new spot. "S' a salt flat." the Doctor explained. "Incredible. Especially at night. They don't exist on every habitable planet. Quite a rarity in your area of the galaxy, actually. Well, this planet is always 'nighttime', 'cos it doesn't rotate. No one's stepped on this salt flat for sixteen thousand years." Wow. Long time. "What are the people like on this planet?" she asked, facing away from him. "Oh, wonderful lot. Three arms. They don't migrate to this continent for another millenia. It's the last island to be found by explorers on the planet. Nine hundred and twenty-eight years from now, a long-term living ship crashes onto a beach eight hundred miles from here. Finds this place. Names it. People move in. The salt flats become a tourist destination. But right now, silent and empty, I think it's prettier." The Doctor kept speaking, but Skip walked a few again away from him and squatted down to examine the ground of the salt flat. She dipped two webbed fingers into a small pile of salt and tasted a couple of small grains. She stood back up and looked back at the Doctor, who had trailed off and was now looking at her, a slight smile.

Skip licked the inside of her cheeks where she had swallowed the salt. She struggled to reallly imagine how a place could be abandoned for so long. This place probably used to be a saltwater bay, or even a beach. The water would have evaporated a long time ago. Skip reached her hands to her shoulders and rubbed them. "I want to leave." The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "You're alright, Skip?" "I'm fine. I want to leave." He made a face, but the Doctor turned back around and opened the doors.

Skip sat in one of the soft recliner chairs that were in the Doctor's spacious console room. He disappeared to somewhere, which Skip appreciated. She gritted her teeth and then wetted her lips. He returned shortly afterwards with two cups of tea. The Doctor sipped quietly. Skip broke eye contact when she noticed he was watching.

"I'm amazed you got to the right place." Skip said eventually, tasting some of the tea. The Doctor didn't appreciate the evasion. "Something's clearly bothering you." Skip pressed her knees together tightly, making her boots clack with the sound of metal on metal. "It's nothing. I just didn't- I thought it was cold. Will it be warmer during the day?" "This planet doesn't have a day-night cycle." Skip made an exaggerated expression. "Serves it right." "Skip, if you don't want to say what's wrong-" "Nothing is fucking wrong!" she shouted, getting up from the chair. She dropped the cup of tea and stormed off into the TARDIS. She had half a mind to walk out the TARDIS doors, but it was decidedly unpragmatic. She had a room she could sleep in. Maybe the Doctor would give her the sense to leave her alone.

Her room was actually quite pleasant- way better than the worker's housing she used to live in. It had a high ceiling, at least two stories tall, and a quarter of the room was a significantly-sized water tank. Not big enough to be someone's rejuvination room, but sizeable and still inside a bigger room that was just hers. The walls came with bookshelves, holding books from galaxies Skip couldn't even dream of. She'd skimmed some of the book titles of the shelf near her eyeline and many of them were about aquatic planets and underwater anatomy. Whether that was the Doctor or the TARDIS' doing she couldn't tell. She'd decorated the place with a few souvinirs from their travels, but nothing of her personal posessions from home. Not that she could consider work-subsidized housing that much of a home when all of her coworkers looked at her the way they did. Why did every place have to be like…home? If it didn't come with the wonderful surprise present of suffocation and then popping like a balloon in the vacuum of space she'd live on a gas giant. She hated being reminded of both of them. She just wanted a place nothing like that god damn planet at war with itself. It was getting hard to breathe.

Skip let out a scream of frutration, and reached into a drawer for the injection gun. The process was simple, really. The gel pack was loaded into the container, switched into the body of the gun and closed shut, then pierced by an internal needle and injected into a vein to travel along her bloodstream the fastest. She was in an oxygenated environment, so the blue gel pack it was. She could have just gotten into the water tank and slept, but then she would have needed to do a gray oxygenation pack later. Skip thought her bed with the fluffy blankets was comfortable anyway.

She wetted her lips with her tongue and went over to the lightswitch- not an electrical switch as she'd become accustomed to on land but a green, slimy ball on the wall she pushed her hand into. When the light had retreated to a dark enough percentage, she took her hand back out, and it felt cleaner than it had before. She took a deep breath and went to her bed.

Not to be given too much by the Corals of Luck, she couldn't fall asleep. She rubbed her fingers against her cleaner hand and felt the healing callouses and rough skin. Every mindless day of manual labor back home rolled into one in her mind. She primarily moved packages onto land back into water to be delivered to means of faster transportation. Everything was waterproof. The tension between the two desposited species on her home planet meant there were almost no open beaches- one needed special permission to cross the barrier between aquatic and mammal territory in highly populated areas on either side. This treaty had been established shortly after she was born, and was what kept the two species from ripping each other's heads off. How dare this other species live with us when we were the ones invaded and had our home planet demolished! They're going to use our resources! both of them said.

She'd been a part of the first generation born on this co-habitated planet, and certainly one of the first mixed-species children of the planet. They didn't have injection guns when she was a kid, she'd slept in a pool at her father's house before moving to a small town off the coast. She'd be worried about running out now but the TARDIS supplied them eagerly and in great quantity.

Maybe she just needed to find a planet that wasn't land and wasn't ocean. Live on her own. Grow her own food. Live in her own house with no one else. Never move another box. Never get another comment about her skin of her gills or her webbed fingers. Never answer people's questions. Never hear any sound but her own footsteps and her own singing.

That would be nice. But there was no way there was a place like that. Certainly not for her.

Skip gripped the blanket tighter. She'd apologize to the Doctor in the morning.

[mystarypi-astronomy]

This is the Eight Burst Nebula! 🌈🌈🌈

The bright white dwarf at the center of this planetary nebula results in this rainbow glow from its intense ultraviolet radiation. The beautiful structure of this nebula is known to arise from the death of a Sun-like star, but its asymmetry draws questions to this day! 💖💖💖

Taken by me (Michelle Park) using the Slooh Chile Two telescope on December 27th, 2021 at 05:03 UTC. 

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The Southern Ring Nebula This photo from the Hubble Space Telescope captures NGC 3132, which is nicknamed either the Southern Ring Nebula or the “Eight-Burst” nebula. It is located about 2000 light years from Earth and is visible to amateur astronomers.

This is a planetary nebula. As required in all posts about planetary nebulas, I should first note that a planetary nebula has nothing to do with planets. Planetary nebulas form around stars as they are dying, they’re made of gas and dust shed off the star’s outer layers. The name has been passed down from early astronomy when astronomers instead mistook these layers for places where planets were forming. See the little star? This is a binary system, and that star is the one that is at the end of its life. It has burned through most of its fuel and is shedding off its outer layers. The larger star is still active, putting out energy that is lighting up the dust cloud and blowing out a stellar wind that is spreading out the gas cloud into this ring. The different colors represent gas that has reached different temperatures due to that star. One of the most interesting features of this nebula is the pair of stringers of dust that seem to cross-cut this nebula, going through the center of the ring. Scientists working to understand this nebula recently suggested that the larger star is one of a handful of stars that is putting out a jet of dust and gas. While a number of stars, including ones associated with planetary nebulas do this, these dust trails curve through the nebula, suggesting that the jets might not be fixed along the poles of the star. Instead, the position of the jets may be wobbling like a top about to fall over, making this larger star a rare case of a star with “Precessing Jets” (precession is that top-like spinning motion) -JBB Image credit: Hubble Heritage Team (STScI/AURA/NASA/ESA) Reference: https://doi.org/10.1051/0004-6361/201936845 https://academic.oup.com/mnras/article/335/4/1100/962887

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NGC 2132 - Eight Burst Nebula

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NGC 3132, Eight-Burst Nebula

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The Southern Ring Nebula, NGC 3132 // Sergei

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NGC 3132: The Eight Burst Nebula

Credits: Hubble Heritage Team, AURA, STScI, NASA

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WHY IS JWST SO SPECIAL??

Blog# 213

Wednesday, July 27th, 2022

Welcome back,

On 12 July, the first set of full-resolution science images from the James Webb Space Telescope (JWST) was released. This set included astonishingly sharp pictures of the Carina Nebula, the Eight-Burst Nebula, a group of galaxies called Stephan’s Quintet and a galaxy cluster stretching the light of the objects behind it, as well as an analysis of the composition of an exoplanet named WASP-96b.

Here’s everything you need to know about the telescope that took these pictures and what it may be able to reveal next.

What is so special about these images? Didn’t we have the Hubble Space Telescope before JWST?

We did and do have Hubble, which produces so many gorgeous images of space. But JWST is way bigger, so its pictures are more detailed. It also observes in different wavelengths than Hubble, which allows it to see things – particularly super distant things – that Hubble can’t.

How close to the edge of the observable universe will JWST be able to see? I’ve seen 13.5 billion light years quoted – that seems very close to the age of the universe at about 13.8 billion years.  

JWST should be able to see between 100 and 250 million years after the big bang! But while that is up to about 13.7 billion years ago, it’s not 13.7 billion light years away – it is much further than that, because of the expansion of the universe.

Will JWST study supermassive black holes? Can it produce an image similar to the one from the Event Horizon Telescope?

JWST can’t make an image of a supermassive black hole like the Event Horizon Telescope did – that’s a different kind of telescope – but it will study them. In fact, the picture of Stephan’s Quintet that was just released is providing some interesting information on one already.

Is it possible for gravitational lensing [like that seen in JWST’s first deep-field image] to be strong enough to see yourself? Like, light does a U-turn?

Yes! Black holes can have a feature called a photon sphere, where gravity’s pull is so strong that light orbits the black hole. So if you aim a light just outside the photon sphere you could, in theory, see that light come around the other side of the black hole.

If JWST can see 13.5 billion years back, could we one day make a telescope that can “see” further than the beginning of time?

I wish! Unfortunately, there’s a fundamental limit to how far back we can see, because up until a little less than 380,000 years after the big bang, the universe was completely filled with hot plasma and was therefore opaque.

Can we see further back than 380,000 years after the big bang with gravitational waves detected by the Laser Interferometer Gravitational-Wave Observatory (LIGO) or the Laser Interferometer Space Antenna (LISA)?

Love this question! Unfortunately, the answer is no, because gravitational waves come from the motion of masses, and there just weren’t any structures big enough to create measurable gravitational waves until about 100 million years after the big bang.

With the data and imagery collected, is it possible (or even probable) that scientists will revise the currently accepted age of the universe to be much much older than a mere 13.7 billion years?

It is possible that the data from JWST will cause us to revise the age of the universe based on new measurements of its expansion, but if so, it will probably go down rather than up. 

Was there anything unexpected about the spectra of the galaxy and exoplanet obtained so far?

I don’t think there was anything particularly shocking in the data that’s come down so far. The images are all of systems that are already very well studied, but we just have far more detail now than ever before. So, we are seeing new things, but I don’t think those are very unexpected.

Why did the JWST crew choose WASP-96b as the first exoplanet to analyse the composition of? What was special about it?

What’s special about WASP-96b is that it isn’t cloudy – the new spectrum shows some evidence of clouds and haze, but not much. That’s good because it allows the starlight to shine right through the atmosphere and for us to analyse it without being blocked by lots of clouds.

How will astronomers decide what to take a picture of [with JWST] next?

The first year of science has actually already been planned out. Researchers made more than 1000 proposals for what to observe, and they were selected by panels of scientists. 

Originally published on www.newscientist.com

COMING UP!!

(Saturday, July 30th, 2022)

“WHAT IS INSIDE THE BLACK HOLE??”

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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 (𝐈𝐈)

Authors Note: You'd have to read part (I) of young and beautiful for this one. Where Harry meets y/n, their beautiful future together after that incident, pregnant y/n, helping harry during the birth of their babies and most awfully heart floppin' dad!harry.

The door knob jiggles making your silent gasp drone into leeway around and your eyebrows rockets to your forehead when you find a gold fishy eyed Harry slippin' outta his shoes, two coffe cups, a brown bag and a lil white stuffed bunny clutched in his large hands. He gives you a weird eye 'yeh okay?' ones when you gnawed him with parted lips moreso from the fact your nose's clogged, shaking your head when he gives you another glance while puting things down on the marble coffee table infront.

"Thought I left yeh'?" His voice melfious of that of mornin' dew and when you nod confirming, he takes two strides towards you placing the back of his calloused soft hand against your forehead. His touch causing your breath to hitch unlike the last night when you were too sick to consider anything else.

"Could never darlin'. No' when you're like this. brought some donughts and caramel coffee, then ye'll 'ave your medicine."

 You peer up at him and he's already gazing down at you with a glint that's hard to catch. "Thank you Harry." Your voice comes out as a whisper, neitherless He smiles at you genuinely handing you the cup of coffee. His knuckles brushing your finger tips and you swear the nebula in your brain bursted to million stary dust particles.

After making you take your dose of medication he cleaned around quickly tripping onto your suit case which made you cackle sweetly and Harry's heart blossomed with flowers of new-found happiness. You're guilty of gate keeping him to yourself and at the same time you're seekin' comfort in his presence. Your arms falling in your lap when you tried to brush stubborn tangles of your hair with a huff and Harry offers you his help scooting behind you, his fingers carefully tugging the knots while he expertly brushed your hair. He braids your hair and all you could do's stare him from the tall mirror infront of the bed.

"You're so good at this, Harry." He giggles when she admires her braid with a shocked expression and giving a squeeze to your shoulders he stands up leaning down to take a look at some books scattered at the oak dinky desk.

"If we were villains, the night climbers, the raven." He mouths the name of books tracing the instrinsive letters carved onto it, "can I read one of 'em?" He asks politely and you bob your head.

"'Course y'could." He gets comfortable against the headrest and the pillows swallows you beside him. Your body's itching to snuggle into him. With hands under your head you watch him giving all his concentration, his eyes raking along each line, cherry lips murmuring the words and jaw ticking whenever he would lick the pad of his finger to turn the page around. Carelessly he slides his arm under your figure and you're gaping at him until he looks down at you and realizes what he has done. He tries to apologise but stops when you cuddles into him with a non-sexual moan. Three pages after you've litreally crawled up his torso like an insect but he's lovin' it. He missed this warmth. This calm. When for the hundredth time from the morning he looks down at you it causes both of your hearts to flutter.

On an instinct he attracts towards you. Your eyelids slip shutting when his hot minty breaths fans your cheeks, his knuckles pudging into your flesh, book flopped open onto his chest. When his temple rests against yours, your heart found your home.

"We can't. Don't want you sick bub." You grog out stroking the corner of his lips and he whines but nods smauching an affectionate kiss to your temple. You could cry from the proximity. Minutes passed by as you stayed like this at last startling when a loud knock echoed in the comfortable silence you were enjoying.

It was your friend asking about you and apologising that he was so hungover that he forgot about you. Harry felt a twitch in his heart. He's jealous. He gets jealous very easily. He stands up when your friend assures him that he'd take care of you.

"You can take it with you...if you want to." You points to the book and he just gives a curt nod.

"I'll return it tommorrow, jus' call meh if yeh wan' me kay?" Your friend becomes like a ghost at the moment and you feel like a shining star under his piercing gaze. "We're going back tomorrow." Harry felt something cracking inside him at the information.

"Oh." He says monotonely pinching his lower lip, "then I'll bring it back to you next mornin'." He gives you a timid smile knowing damn well he just needs an excuse to see you even if it's for the last time.

"I'll wait for you."

.

You waited as you promised but he never came. Then you found yourself in clinical seats of airport and Harry's tumbling through the lobby of your hotel, he asks for you from the receptionist groaning when he gets to know he fucked up.

Sighing you stand up, rolling your suit case when the lines calls for passengers and you glances back last time but didn't found him. Those were your lasts. You thought.

Then his beautiful voice billowed to your heart in the admist of crowd and you spin on your feet leaving your luggage behind. He's waving the book atop his head, chest heaving, eyes sheened and when you flight like a dove in his arms his breath hued with happiness.

He corners you. Cupping your cheeks genially. He admires you for a complete moment before he speaks kissing your eyelids.

"I want you, it's bad." He announces the severity. The lump forming in your throat and not giving two fuck, becoming a selfish asshole you slotted your lips against his's. He doesn't retreats back instead deepens the kiss and tastes your mouth ignoring the bitterness of medicine on your tongue. A huge grins dances at your lips when you pull back, you take his hand and writes down your address. "Return me this when you reach back and complete it." If were villians such a good excuse for two soumates.

When you were really about to depart from him he tugs you back from the wrist and squishes you close to his heart, pecking your lips for last time.

"Will meet ya soon."

.

Week passes by and he's back in London the first thing he does is drive to your place and your flatmate told him you went back home. Harry's knees weakened, and tongue tied with a wrenching heart. How could she! He mutters furiously pitying himself.

Two weeks and daily visits of Harry but you're still not back.

"Hm. what's with this book loverboy, is it magical?" His mother teases him and he shakes his head timidly. The book's always in his hand, sometimes he's tucking a jasmine bud from his mum's backyard into the spine of book another a ribbon of silk somewhere between the lost pages. He lost you. Can't do same to words you devoted to him.

Then one morning a package was laying at his porch. He gives it a stink eye but takes it inside. Gemma's chewing onto her pancakes watching him with the corners of her eyes as he unboxed the maroon box. The note resting atop the kashmiri shawl and the Bullah Shah's poetry book makes Harry gasp loudly.

"And what if I say even at home, I missed home? I'll be waiting for you. Yours Y/N."

His eyes brims with glossiness when he sees that 'yours.' He takes the note close to his heart as he grabbed the leather copy. He sucks his bottom lip inside his mouth when his eyes fell over the writing and it matched the ones on the note. You translated a whole book of poetry from Punjabi to English, for him.

The sprinkle of black ink on the gruff yellow pages so precious to Harry.

He wastes no time leaving a clueless Gemma. His knocks are furious at your door and when you appear from behind it his heart stopped. You smile against his lips when he greeted you with nothing but a kiss he was longing for ages.

He has completely fallen in love with you. He despises the distance you both have in between.

"God knows 'ow much I missed ye'. wanna be mad at ye' but can't when I could finally love ye'."

✰𝑨𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕✰

You're changing sides again and again onto king size bed in your deep slumber. Coddling into Harry's arms, your bump practically resting heavily atop his tummy and he couldn't be more cheeky for it, you tangle and untangle your legs several times making him groan in his sleep when you rolled to other side of bed in your sleep. In the wee hours of dark night he blindly tries to find you to pull you back in his arms when his hand soaked wet pressed agaisnt the sheets.

Red alarms going off in his brain and he shots up quickly. He brings his shaking hand infront of his face and blinks the splotches in his vision. Your water fucking broke.

His breath wavered as he rolls you to his side. You grunt when he strokes the apples of your cheeks and kisses your forehead. The babies weren't supposed to come at this time, your due date's two weeks.

"Lovie'." He whispers trying not to frighten you at all and when you hissed loudly mistaking a contraction with braxton hicks panic rises into his chest and all over his face.

Shoving down his anxiety he cradles your face lovingly. He could do this. They could do this. They've been waiting for this precious day for eight and a half month. He can't wait to meet his two angels. He gives himself a pep talk and smiles down at you with whole courage when you frown at him.

"What's it Harry. 'M too tired, go back to sleep." You didn't felt anything while breaking your water unlike it happens in movies.

"Look meh in eyes puppy, yeah?" He smoothes down your frown and kisses the tip of your nose. "Take deep breaths fo' me." You look him in confusion as if he's gone mad and when you tries to sit up with his help an agonising yelp leaves your lungs. Your first painful contraction.

Harry grabs your jaw instantly and wraps his strong arm around his babies inside his bunny's womb, "baby stay calm. yer water broke. no biggie kay?" He wraps you in his arms when you shake your head in disapproval both of you sitting on wetness. As if he gives two fucks.

"No. They weren't supposed to come, yet. I'm not prepared for this. no." He wipes your tears doing anything in his power to be there for you, if you'd zone out mentally for him it would get so difficult for him to handle the situation.

"Yes. You're. We're. C'mon puppy my sweet woman our babies couldn't wait to meet us, please." When he adds a please you cry more but bobs your head and Harry sighs in relief carefully getting down on floor. "Don't leave!" You squeak when you literally felt your spine breaking.

"'m not baby, 'm not just taking the baby bag that's all." He quickly rushed inside the wardrobe and snatches the bag from cabinet, his heart beating so fast he could feel it pulsing in his ears.

He squats down slipping your feet into the socks he knitted for you at Christmas, he kisses your soles and you close your eyes latching onto his shoulders screeching painfully when series of contractions kept on crushing you.

"S'okay. 'S okay." He says more to himself bunching your white nightgown to your thighs, your whole weight on him and you grip the stares railing with wide eyes.

"It's impossible. Oh my lord."

"I'll carry you downstairs."

"No. No." You panic because what if you both trip. You know he could carry so much weight than imaginable, he built his arms so strong—but.

"Trust me please, I'd never let any harm touch the three loves of my lives." You nod and gently he snakes his arms under your knees and your back, hands protectively holding you close to his chest. He smiles through the anxiousness when you continuously prayed in his ear.

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"You're such a minx." He laughs on the top of his lungs in amusement as you sucked the plastic spoon against your tongue. Halfway through the hospital ride your contractions stopped so you demanded Harry to buy you frozen yogurt.

"Your babies are! Always want to have sweets, went on their daddy." He shakes his head ducking down to kiss your lips then the puckering belly button of yours.

"Fuck I love you so much it's hard to put in words." A second later he adds with a beaming grin, "and my two lil smol beans."

You offer him yogurt with big eyes but he refused. He's sweating down his damn arse to eat anything at the moment.

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"Distract me, please." You whisper to him turning to face him as the nurse brought your injections. He quickly lulls your face in his warm palms from all your clutching. "Um. Wha' d'ya think which one will be Suri and which one Roselena?" His thumb's continuously running in circles under eyes.

"The elder one will be—Ah! fuck." You scream grabbing his wrist when an electrifying jolt shrivelled inside you. The doctor just went after checking your cervix and it's almost there.

He tries to make you breath doing the action an it's no use. You roll your eyes, sweat dripping down your forehead even in such a wintry month. If he would know what it feels like.

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"Fuckin' hell. 'M never letting you put your dick inside me, what the fuck!!!!" You yell squeezing his hand and the poor Harry's so lost he listen to you like an obeying kid patting sweat from your exposed chest with a towel.

"Y/N push on the count of three, you can do this." Doctor says. It's been half an hour, you've been pushing so hard that all your energy's draining. Hair sticking to your neck, hands shaking by side other almost fracturing Harry's, and he leans down to look in your drowsy eyes.

"Baby you can do this, for our babies, for us." He kisses her forehead and wipes her flowing tears. She sniffs bucking a little and pushing with her all might.

Harry feels like his heart's blossoming into garden full of roses when the doctor announces, "we can see the head of first baby. Push more." You scream loudly with gritted teeth pushing with your all mighty and the room echoes with tiny cries. You sob and Harry stares his elder daughter having a wrap of blood on her delicate skin as doctors called him to cut the umbilical cord.

They take her to nursery to give clean her and Harry's again by your now grinning widely but it soon vanishes when he sees you crying silently, you're covering your eyes with your forearm. You hiccup feeling yourself drowning to darkness. Harry removes your arm and rests his temple agaisnt yours.

"I can't do this. hurts. tired." Your words broken and Harry wishes he could do something for his love.

"I know you can, you love her don't ya. Jus' fo' her." He interlaces his fingers with yours and this time he's the one to squeeze warmly. After, ten minutes of more pushing your second daughter was in this world too.

Harry brushes your hair back smiling down at you as if someone handed him the whole world. You tries to get rid of darkness in your eyes as Harry's words floods in your heart.

"'M so proud of you baby. my strong strong wife my whole fuckin' world. It's all beacuse of you we're blessed with two healthy daughters." This time he takes his time with you instead of immediately going to cut his baby's cord. They'd change the story while telling her so she wouldn't get sad that her daddy cut his sister's cord way more quickly than her's.

"No. No. Don't sleep puppy." He glances back worriedly at the doctors who still needs to push her placenta out. "I'm not...." She whines trying to open her eyes and since Harry has read more about pregnancies than he should doctors chuckles gesturing him to calm down that they'll pull it out themselves.

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While you sleep peacefully after so long from exhaustion Harry keeps on gazing you with admiration. His lips mere away from yours. His cheek smashed on your pillow as he watches you lovesick and he feels giddy counting onto his reasons of happiness, that made him peck your lips.

He's hot on his heels when the nurse carried his babies to him and he gets excited and nervous managing to take both of them in his arms. He don't wants any of them left out from their father's first embrace.

His tear lands onto the sock covered feetsie of his baby (they aren't identical still he mixed both of them).

"Hi. Bunnies 's meh yer daddy. promise 'm gonna love ye' so much. " He cooes in dainty voice lulling them in synchrony. Awkwardly he manages to duck down landing kisses to their foreheads and he pecks the corners of their lips. "S' beautiful jus' like ye'r momma."

"Wanna see 'er? She's a sleepy head." He sits beside you and you stir adjusting your eyes to light. He shushes you. When you're fully awake Harry gives the elder twin in your embrace but you ask for younger one too.

They're carbon copies of harry. Milky rose cheeks, brown tiny luscious curls drowning at their necks, pointed nose and none of you have seen their eyes so you're anticipating.

"Did ya ever thought in the past we would be here with two babies of our own?" You ask him giving a glance down to your busy bees and he shakes his head butting his finger under his chin.

"No' when ya ghosted meh for whole damn month." At this you snort letting your head fall on you shoulder, "I promised to come back to you didn't I?"

He whispers in return kissing your cheeks "and you did."

You laugh through your sniffles when the twins latches onto either of your full breasts nursing themselves to milk. Harry grins, his eyes glossy as he pets their heads while they made cute sucking noises. He's gonna be the bestest daddy. He got so much love for them. Give them their all lovin' He didn't got from his own father.

"Hi Suri my big baby. Hi Rosalena my smol bubby. It's me, mummy and daddy." You announces to them happily kissing their small heads.

This time you stroke his cheek wiping a lonely tear and he kisses the inside of your wrist affectionately.

"I promise, will love ya with dire passion even 'm their ol' guy." You chuckle softly laying back after feeding them and Harry has put them in their cot. "Love me when I'm young and beautiful, not sure what I'll look like being a nana."

"You'll be the cutest ol' peach." He grins cheekily and you swat his bicep rolling your eyes.

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Fun fact: Both, Suri and Rosalena means red rose but in different languages.

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