Four Years Later...

“So what brings you two in today?” The doctor asks, looking at me.

“Well,” I begin as my hands become clammy and I suddenly feel nervous.

Harry takes my hand into his and holds it on his lap while he speaks up for me. “Chloe isn’t getting pregnant, and we’d just like to know if there’s anything else we can do to…”

He squeezes my hand reassuringly, and the doctor nods. “This is a very common occurrence, so don’t rule out a natural pregnancy just yet. Just to get some answers, however, I’d like to take a few tests, if you don’t mind Chloe.”

I nod wearily, and sit there as he ushers Harry out of the room so we can begin. He does an ultrasound, makes me do a urine test, and asks me about my menstrual cycle. Then I tell him about the miscarriage I had and how I had cancer for a short period of time, and that seems to get him thinking.

“Well, Chloe, sometimes having a miscarriage can do some damage, and you also mentioned you went through chemo briefly… that could be a cause. But let’s run these tests and see where we’re at with your fertility… see if you’re producing enough eggs, and making sure you’re ovulating.”

I nod once more and wait impatiently as he leaves the room to do whatever he needs to do. I wish Harry was still back here with me.

It feels like hours have passed by the time the doctor returns, and I’ve bitten seven out of ten nails down to the quick out of nervousness. I’ve tried to think positive, but I have everything working against me. What if I can’t get pregnant? Will Harry regret marrying me? Would he rather be with a woman who can give him a child?

I begin biting at my thumb nail in anticipation for what the doctor has to say. It seems as if he’s moving in slow motion as he sits and looks through his papers.

I finally guess my fate once he turns to look at me with a sad expression and runs a hand through his gray hair. “Chloe, I’m terribly sorry…”

---

The drive home from the doctors lasted too long. I hadn’t cried yet, and I hadn’t spoken either. Harry had kept quiet too, but I knew we both had a lot going on in each of our minds.

Harry and I have come so far since the day we met, and the only thing I was thinking in the moment was that it was all for nothing—Harry will want kids of his own, and I can’t give that to him, so he’ll leave me and go find someone who can. I’ll be heartbroken… I won’t be able to move on if he leaves me. He’s the only one for me.

I finally start to cry at the terrible thought.

“Chloe,” Harry sighs, immediately taking my two small hands in his larger one. “It’s going to be okay, don’t cry baby.”

That only triggered a full on sob. How could he not be mad?

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” I choked out, pulling my hands from his to cover my face.

Harry didn’t say anything, but pulled to the side of the road as soon as he got the chance and put the car in park. I become confused once he got out of the car, rounded the front and came to open my door. He grabbed my hips so that I was facing him and bent so we were eye level.

“Look at me, Chloe,” he demanded and I reluctantly obliged. He took my teary, make-up smeared cheeks into his hands and looked into my eyes. “Don’t ever apologize for this again. If I hear you say you’re sorry again I’ll get very angry, got it? This is not your fault, and you will not be apologizing to anyone. I know you’re scared and upset, but we’ll get through it, all right? We’ve made it this far together, and gone through a lot worse. I’m not going anywhere, and we’ll work through this.”

Even though Harry had addressed each of my unspoken concerns, I still couldn’t stomach the thought of never giving him a child. “We’re never going to have a little boy with curly hair like you,” I cried, my face now buried in the crook of his neck.

Harry wraps his arms around me and rubs my back. “Then we’ll adopt, if that’s what you want. Whatever you want, baby, we’ll make it work.”

“I want to give you a son or daughter that’s yours and mine!” I say with frustration.

“Shh, I know,” he whispers into my ear. “Tomorrow we can go see a specialist and go through fertility or whatever that shit is. We can have someone be a surrogate. We haven’t explored all of our options yet. I don’t want you to be sad anymore.”

I couldn’t respond at this point; my mind just kept running in circles, repeating the same worries and concerns.

“I love you Chloe, nothing will ever change that,” he tells me softly. I melt into his touch at the words that I desperately needed to hear. I never doubted that he loved me, but I feared this situation changing everything.

“I love you, too,” I sniffled.

Harry gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. “We should probably head home before a cop comes by and gives me a ticket for parking here,” he laughs.

I wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze him tightly once before letting him go.

---

Months after we’d learn I was unable to get pregnant, we still had no luck. I’d begun fertility treatments, but they didn’t work. We’d also looked into a surrogate, but it was too expensive to consider until all of our other options didn’t work out. We’d also talked about adoption, but I was stubborn and wanted to have a baby that’d be biologically ours. Maybe we’ll explore that in a few years if we still have no luck.

Although it was always on the back of my mind, life got easier as the days went by. Harry and I led a simple life where he worked with my dad at his company, and I worked as a counselor for teen’s that were depressed, suicidal, or anything really. It seemed to be beneficial that I had experienced most situations that the teens came to me with in my life.

Harry made good money working with my dad, and he’ll be making even more when Dad retires next year and hands the company off to Harry to run, but I love my job. It seems like the natural thing for me to do, and I couldn’t stand being alone all day while Harry works, although he’d love that more than anything. He’s still the over protective man he was four years ago, and I know he’d feel better if I wasn’t out in the dangerous world alone while he was at work. God, my love has only grown for him over the years.

We lived in a very nice home for a couple of 23 year old newlyweds, and it was conveniently only a street over from our parents house. They’d gotten married three years prior, and have remained in the same house Harry and I got to know each other so well in. We go over there for dinner at least twice a week.



Today was a very special day, because it happened to be Harry and I’s first wedding anniversary. Not that I was surprised we’d made it to a year, but I was proud at how far we’ve come, and how wonderful my life had turned out. I was one happy girl.

Harry insisted he plan our night, and it would be a surprise. I was hesitant, but that man could do romance. I wasn’t too worried.

That night, he brought me to my favorite restaurant where we ate dinner. I’d have been happy with calling it a night after our third glass of wine and cheesecake dessert, but then he brought me to the beach where strolled along the sand watching the sun set. It was almost too perfect, and I couldn’t wait to get home to make love to my favorite man.

As we walked along the shore towards where we parked the car, Harry stopped and kissed me feverishly. I was so hypnotized by his kiss, that I hadn’t even noticed the necklace he slipped around my neck until the cool metal of the chain made contact with my skin.

“Happy anniversary, baby,” he grinned.

I looked down at the beautiful necklace he’d coerced on me and felt the tears well in my eyes. “It’s beautiful, thank you... I can’t wait for the rest of our life together.”

“I can’t wait until we get home and make love all. night. long,” he growled, leaning down and nipping at my ear. “This dress is killing me,” he told me, fingering the neckline.

“Then take me home,” I breathed.

---

Later on that night, Harry and I both lay sated and naked in our bed at home. He brought out all of the stops—champagne, chocolate covered strawberries, rose petals and candles. I truly am the luckiest girl to have him to myself.

I was in such a great mood, and I couldn’t wait to give him his anniversary gift. I ran naked into our closet and opened my underwear drawer and searched for the box I had hidden in there. My stomach fluttered with butterflies as I ran back and rejoined Harry on the bed.

“Happy anniversary, babe,” I smiled and handed him the gift.

He looked at it curiously, shook it, then looked at me. “Open it!” I squealed.

He slowly undid the wrapping paper with a smirk. His face was unreadable when he saw the wooden box with the inscription H. Styles on the top.

“It’s for your golf balls,” I said, grinning like an idiot. “Open it up, I had special ones made for you.”

He opened it up and saw the three, white golf balls. “I told them to print a message on each of them, did they mess them up?” I asked when he looked at me.

Harry took each of them out to look at them closer, but they fell out of his hands as soon as he saw what was under them. He looked up at me, then back into the box.

“What is… I don’t get… Why is this? Are you?” He stuttered, making me giggle.

I picked up the golf balls from his lap and turned them so he could read the messages that I had ordered to be printed on them.

Happy, said the first one. Anniversary, the second one said. And the final one said, Daddy.

“Wait, how? Are you sure?” He looked up at me with hope in his eyes.

I nodded eagerly as tears of happiness fled from my eyes. I took the box with the positive pregnancy test I had put under the golf balls out of his hand and set it on the nightstand. “I’m pregnant,” I shrugged. I was still in shock myself.

“But—“

“You remember when I went to the doctor the other day for my migraines?” He nodded. “Well long story short, I’d been having them because I’m pregnant… The doctor ran a blood test and, surprise. I’m already nine weeks. He said it was a miracle, but that everything looked just fine, and it was possible.”

Harry and I were both crying tears of happiness and astonishment.


“Oh, baby, I can’t believe it. This is so amazing, I’m so happy,” he says, grabbing my face and kissing me hard. “I love you so much, I knew everything would work out.”

“I love you, Harry,” I sighed against his lips.


"Your gift is definitely better than mine... This is the best thing you could ever give me."


"I love this necklace, Harry," I promised him as I held the diamond pendant between my fingers. "And anyway, you're giving me this baby too."

Harry places his large hands on my flat stomach. “I can’t wait until you have a baby bump.”

“I’m going to be fat,” I teased.

“You’ll be just as beautiful as you are now,” he said seriously before looking at my stomach, rubbing his thumbs in circles on my skin as he leaned down to kiss it numerous times. “Our son or daughter is in there, Chlo.”

“I know,” I agreed. “It’s a little scary,” I admitted. Not only because a tiny human was growing in me, but because of what happened the last time…

Harry seemed to pick up on my fear. “It’s not going to happen again, Chloe. We’re having this baby.”

All I could do was nod with hope.

“You’ve made me happier than I ever thought I could be, Chloe. I would be perfectly happy with a life just you and me, but I can’t tell you how excited I am to have a little boy or girl with you.”

“I can’t wait, either.”

I couldn’t wait to share the rest of my life with the man I loved, and expand our little family with a son or daughter that we’d shower with unconditional love. Sure, I was a little scared, but with Harry by my side, I knew I’d be okay. More than okay. I was so happy in that moment that I came to the conclusion all of my dreams had come true. Years ago, I couldn’t picture myself marrying anyone but Harry, and I wished one day I would get to be Mrs. Styles. I dreamt of moving in with him and growing old together with our children, and now I’d finally get to live that fantasy.





Believe that love is out there and believe that dreams come true every day. Happiness doesn't always come from money, fame or power. Most of the time, happiness comes from good friends and family. It comes from the people around you that love you just as much as you love them.

Believe that dreams come true every day. Because they do.
Believe that love is out there. Because it is.
So take a look in a mirror and remind yourself to be happy because you deserve to be. Believe that.

Notes

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