"Harry. A vert long story short. But she isn't his, she is yours." Bella smiles.

I can't get those words out of my head, were they true, is she maybe hallucinating due to all the commotion. My thumb caresses her forehead gently, she is under sedation, tube in her throat and a sheet covering upwards as they deliver my now apparently baby girl.

I continue to rub her forehead and whisper things like 'I love you, you are so brave' My curls just fit underneath the blue bouffant hat.

Tears falling my bleary eyes. I have never been so speechless or emotional in my entire existence. Fresh cries erupting, moving her little hands, fingers, feet and toes screaming arrival into this world.


"Congratulations, a little girl." The nurse gives me a proper glance at my daughter. "You did it baby. you did it." I kiss Bella's forehead.


My surprisingly quiet new born daughter rests in my arms. I love Bella so much but this love is just so much more heighten and unexplainable. Banging on the glass window above all the boys along with El are cheering. My mum and Gemma and Bella's mum crying of pure
happiness.


"Mr. Styles we are just going to stitch her up, you can take bub to the nursery now." I continue to cradle my daughter. I am not sure I want to leave Bella just yet. "Can I stay with her?" I look down to Bella.

"If you want, but we need to take her to the nursery." I look to my daughter sound asleep. I nod my head, it pains me to leave her I know she will be safe. Right now Bella needs me.


I gently place her in the nurses arms. "Please be careful with her." The nurse gives me an assuring nodding smile.



"Ok baby, lets finish this." I sit by Bella's head.

---

"Have you thought a name?" My mother asks me as we stare in awe behind the glass window of the nursery.

"No, I'll wait for Bella to wake." I smile. "And she is yours." I sigh puffing my chest. "Well that's what Bella said before so, but even if she isn't biologically mine she is still my daughter."

"Oh my boy." Mum and Gemma wrap their arms around me.



From my time at the nursery to Bella I am almost beat. I sit in Bella's room still fresh from surgery, my head resting back on the backless chair. My osteopath is going to get frequent visits from me once the dust settles here.


rubbing my tired eyes, I manoeuvre my neck around clockwise, stretching my shoulders back. My hand feels her index finger twitch.

"Bella." I am wide awake.


"Ha---" Her voice hoarse. I take the make off her. "It's ok, take your time." I sit back down.

I hold both her hands in my large one, everything is ok, everything is good.



"She is so beautiful Bella, but we named a name." I kiss her knuckles. "Ally." She whispers. "Ally Styles." I cry\chuckle and the name. Reminiscing to When Bella and I were watching the Notebook, I quoted. 'I want to my name my daughter Ally one day'.




A knock on the door interrupts our blissful moment.






Everything is ok, everything is good.




"Mr Styles."





Oh Shit!






So I thought it was.

Notes