Yellow

Charlie's POV
The day of the wedding came faster than I expected, but I was more excited than nervous. I had dreamed about this day for years and the fact that it was actually happening was amazing. Of course being away from him the night before was hard, but at least I had Rosie to keep me company.
She was in such a good mood all morning so when we finally got ready for the wedding after her nap she didn't throw fits about getting dressed like she usually did. Just like her father, she hated wearing clothes and while Harry often walked around the house in his boxers she was usually just in her diaper. Thankfully she didn't mind wearing her dress today and in fact she seemed to like it which was pretty odd, but great for me since I didn't have to force her into it.
"Alright enough worrying about Rosie. You're the bride here. You need to get ready." Gemma said as she grabbed Rosie from the chair and took her out of the room.
I pouted a little as my baby was taken away from me, but I knew that I had to finish getting ready. Our mums walked in to help me and Jenna brought in the bouquets that she had put together for me. When everything was done I could barely recognize myself. Not long after the accident I was a mess with bags under my eyes from lack of sleep and I was thin and sickly looking. Now I was practically glowing with bright eyes and a smile on my face. I couldn't be happier and most of it was thanks to Harry for sticking with me through all of it and making sure I got the help I needed.
"Charlie?"
I turned to see my father standing there with a sad but proud look in his eyes. Harry had told me about what happened at the hospital and even though he had yet to forgive them, I did. There was no way to know if I would ever wake up and a month is a long time for anyone to wait. If I had been stuck there just lying in a bed with a machine keeping me alive it would have been no way to live and they understood that.
"I just... I know you've forgiven us, but I'm so sorry. If we had shut them off a week earlier like we wanted to then this wouldn't be happening right now. You wouldn't be an amazing mother or a beautiful bride about to marry the love of her life who protected her far better than I ever did..." He said with tears in his eyes.
I shake my head and walk over to give him a tight hug.
"But you didn't... and I'm here now. It's in the past, Dad. You've always told me not to hold onto it so now it's your turn to take your own advice. I love you and I know that you were just looking out for me. Harry will learn to understand that eventually, but you know how stubborn he can be." I laugh softly and kiss his cheek.
"Since when did you become the adult hmm?" My dad chuckled softly.
His lips touched my forehead and I smiled softly, taking it in for a moment longer until we finally headed down the hall to the doors of the chapel. As we walked in everyone stood to watch us, but my gaze was focused on Harry. He looked amazing standing at the end of the aisle and I could already feel my eyes watering with happiness. My father passed me off to him and I slid my fingers between his as our palms met, ready to just get this all over with.
Thankfully we had planned a short ceremony which only lasted around twenty minutes and when he finally said those words I felt Harry pull me close before I was dipped down. A surprised squeal left my lips and I giggled, returning the kiss eagerly as I felt his smile against my own. With one more long kiss we were finally husband and wife, something I had been waiting for since I was old enough to daydream about my future wedding and who I wanted it to be with.
At the reception I sat back and watched Harry dance with Rosie, holding her in his arms with one of his hands holding hers as he bounced her around to the music and danced with her. She was just full of giggles and smiles which he mirrored and it was amazing to watch. He was such an incredible father and I fell more in love with him every time I saw him interact with her. My life may have started out a little rough, but it grew into something amazing and I wouldn't change any of it for the world.
~.:Four Years Later:.~
"Where do you want this box, love?"
I turned to my husband as he carried yet another moving box into our new house in Holmes Chapel. As much as we both loved London our hearts belonged here and with our growing family we needed more space anyway.
"Put that in Rosie's room." I told him after seeing what was inside of it.
"Alright, but by the time I get back you better have that sexy ass of yours in a chair." He winked and I playfully rolled my eyes as he lifted his foot to playfully tap my bum.
"Just go take it up." I laugh softly and shake my head, rubbing my swelled belly as I felt the kick of our second baby girl.
The front door swung open and I heard the laughter of our two other kids as they chased each other around. Rosie was four now and growing up to look more like Harry each day. She would definitely be a heart breaker when she grew up with those dimples and curly brown hair. Our two year old son followed close behind, loving to chase his big sister around ever since he learned how to walk. He looked more like me with bright blue eyes and chubby cheeks.
"Oliver, be careful, honey." I called to him when I saw him trip and fall, only to laugh and get right back up again to chase his sister. I smiled softly and finished unpacking the kitchen box, about to sit down when I felt a sharp pain in my stomach which I knew all too well. It didn't take me long to figure out what was happening because I knew that I was due any time now. When Harry came back down he paused in the doorway, seeing me leaning slightly forward as I gripped onto the counter with one hand while the other rested on my belly.
"Is it time?" He asked, a hint of excitement in his voice.
I just nodded and he smiled, walking over to kiss my cheek. He pulled out a chair for me to sit on to breathe and relax while he rounded up the kids and got them into the car along with the go bag that we already had packed and set out just in case. When he returned for me he helped me into the car before we headed to the hospital, dropping of the kids with his mother on the way.
Just like he did when I had Oliver he stood by my side every step of the way, encouraging me and whispering sweet words into my ear to help keep me calm. The second time around wasn't nearly as bad as the first so when our baby girl was finally placed in my arms I couldn't feel anything but pure joy. She looked to be a perfect mix of both of us and my heart swelled at the sight of her.
"Are we still keeping the name?" I asked Harry who was wiping away his own tears of happiness.
"Yeah... I think it suits her... Emma Marie Styles." He said as he brushed her cheek with his finger.
"It's perfect." I smiled, closing my eyes for a moment as his lips touched my temple. "I love you."
"I love you, too." He murmured, placing a soft kiss on my lips before our focus returned to our daughter.
Anne brought the kids a little while later and I smiled as they both curiously peered over at their baby sister. Oliver hadn't seen a baby yet so he was more excited and as Harry lifted him up onto the bed with me I could already see the love in his eyes.
"Mama, that Emma?" He asked.
"Yes, this is Emma. Do you want to hold her?" I asked him, smiling softly as he nodded eagerly.
We positioned him so I could help him hold her and once she was placed in his arms he held her so gently which made my heart melt. Rosie had been the same way with Olly and still is. I often catch her reading to him or just cuddling with him on the couch. Things would be no different with Emma around. Rosie crawled over and snuggled into me which I happily accepted, giving her a kiss on the head. She was my miracle baby and I still thanked whoever kept her alive and brought me back to be her mother. It was the greatest gift anyone could have ever given me and I lived out my days like they were my last, taking in the little things that most people looked past.
~.:One Year Later:.~
I held Olly close to me as all three kids laid in bed with Harry and me. They had begged to watch a movie with us so of course we couldn't say no, especially when they turned on the pouty faces which they no doubt learned from me and now I completely understood what Harry and my family went through on a daily basis. I didn't mind it though. I loved spending time as a family and there was nothing I enjoyed more than a cuddle from my babies.
"Mummy? Daddy? Will you sing to us?" I heard Penny ask once the movie was over.
They were all sleepy and on the verge of sleeping, though each one of them fought it as much as they could. I looked over at Harry who had a soft smile on his face and he nodded.
"I know the perfect song." He said, starting to sing a familiar tune.
"Look at the stars... Look how they shine for you... and everything you do.... yeah they were all Yellow."

Notes

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