Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart (Prince Harry)

Harry's POV

When I finally stepped out of the bathroom my mother and sister were already in a private room waiting to hear anything back from the doctor. I looked at my mother who immediately stood up to hug me and I clung to her as fresh tears fell down my cheeks.

"I didn't see the shooter... I should have stopped them... I should have protected them." I whimpered.

"Honey, there was nothing you could have done. Everyone was so focused on the man who jumped out as a distraction that no one expected the second person to have a gun. It wasn't your fault. No one could have stopped this from happening and if I've learned anything about Charlie in the time that I've known her it's that she's a fighter who doesn't quit. She'll do anything for you and your child and that means holding onto be here for you both." My mum assured me, but I couldn't help but feel guilty.

I should have made her stay like I wanted her to. I had to be there, but she didn't. Hell I should have never talked to her in the first place when I first went to LA, but we were both so far past leaving each other now. As selfish as it was I was too damn in love with her to leave her again. I just hoped that this time she didn't leave me.

I pulled back as my phone started to ring and I sighed deeply when I saw her father's name flash across the screen. I knew they were watching from home and that they would be calling, but I hoped it wouldn't be so soon. I stepped out into the hallway and ran my fingers through my hair as I answered the phone, being greeted by his questions about her condition which I'm sure was the doctor side of him coming out.

"I don't know what's going on. They just took her and they haven't let me see her yet." I said as my voice broke slightly. "Fuck, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault..."

He sighed over the phone before speaking again.

"It's not your fault, Harry. We're getting on the first plane out so I won't be able to get ahold of you for a while. I'll call you as soon as we land." He told me.

"Alright. I'll make sure someone is there to pick you up. I'll let you know when I hear anything." I assured him before we hung up the phone.

I stepped back into the waiting room and we sat there for a good five hours before Dr. Montgomery finally came in. I immediately stood up and stepped closer to her.

"Are they okay?" I asked.

"I have some good news and bad news. Good news is that your baby alive and stable. Bad news is that she's a month and a half too soon which means she's not fully developed yet and she may have problems with breathing later on. Asthma issues and things like that. Nothing too major. She will have to be in the incubator for a while yet though until her body develops enough to withstand working on it's own. As for Charlie... I'm not the one who was focused on her. I delivered your baby then left her with one of my colleagues, but I can check in to see how she's doing if you like." She explained.

I felt so relieved to hear that Rosie was okay and I sniffled a bit, nodding when she asked if I wanted her to check on Charlie.

"Can... Can I see Rosie?" I asked.

"Of course. I'll drop you off before I go check on Charlie." She said.

I nodded then followed her to the NICU where they were keeping Rosie, biting my lip when she took me over to where my baby was. It was hard seeing her hooked up to so many wires and machines in a tiny clear box, but I felt so happy to see her breathing at all. She was basically unharmed apart from some stress due to being delivered too early.

I stepped up to the incubator and looked down at her, feeling my eyes water a bit.

"She's beautiful." I whispered as I gently touched the glass.

"You can put your hand in if you want."

I looked at the doctor for a moment and she nodded to give me permission again. I turned back to my baby and hesitated before placing my hand in through one of the holes. I placed my finger into her tiny hand and gently brushed over her knuckles with my thumb. She squeezed my finger just barely and I laughed softly.

"Daddy's here, Princess. I love you so much." I whispered to her.

"I'll go check on your fiancé." Dr. Montgomery said.

I nodded and stayed close to Rosie, talking softly to her and keeping my hand by her the whole time. Even if Charlie didn't make it at least I had our little girl as a piece of her. The thought broke my heart, but I had to be strong for our baby.

It was another hour before they finally got back to me about Charlie and thankfully they said she had pulled through the surgery after a few close calls and was finally stable enough to be moved to a room. I was completely exhausted as I stepped into her room, having had no sleep all night, but I wanted to stay up until I could be next to my love again. I sat beside her bed in a chair and held onto her hand, laying my head down on the bed beside her body as I finally allowed sleep to take over now that I knew she was safe.

Charlie’s POV

A steady beeping woke me up and the first thing I noticed was that Harry was sleeping beside me on the bed with his hand held in mine. I smiled softly and gently ran my fingers through his hair for a moment then tried to move, but a sudden pain shot through my body. I inhaled sharply and whimpered, gripping onto Harry’s hand which immediately woke him up. When I looked down at my flat stomach I felt (and heard) my heart rate pick up as I immediately started panicking when everything came back to me.

“Rosie. Where is she? Is she okay? Oh my god, is she…” My voice broke as tears filled my eyes.

“Shh. Charlie, she's fine. Rosie is fine. Calm down, love.” Harry said as he leaned forward more so he could be closer to me.

“She's really okay? Can I see her?” I asked.

He sighed softly and gently brushed my tears away.

“I'm not sure that's a good idea yet, my love. Since she's so little yet she's in an incubator in the NICU. She's alright but she'll have to stay in there for a while yet. Our doctor said it could take up to a week or two.” He explained.

“But I can get up and see her though right?” I said as I started to get up but he gently pushed me back down.

“Not right now. You just got out of a long surgery for your wound and a C-Section. You need to rest. The less you do that the longer it'll take for you to see her.” He said.

I sighed deeply and nodded, knowing he was right but I didn’t have to like it.

“Do you have any pictures?” I asked him.

He smiled softly and nodded as he pulled out his phone then showed me the pictures of our baby girl. My eyes filled with tears when I saw her hooked up to the machines but at least she was safe and alive.

“Dr. Montgomery said she might have some asthma issues later on but other than that she's perfectly healthy.” Harry explained to me.

“Well that’s not so bad. You're an expert on that stuff.” I laughed, knowing that he also had asthma attacks every once in a while.

It was kind of funny how I found out about it because it happened when we were messing around in bed one night, but that’s a story for another time.

I looked back to the pictures and looked over every feature she had, wishing I could go in there and see her right this second but I knew that I needed to wait until I was healed up enough otherwise she would be getting out of here before me. She looked quite a bit like Harry from what I noticed from his baby pictures that his mother showed me and I hoped that meant that she inherited his adorable dimples as well. His smile was my favorite feature about him, and if she had it then she would be a heartbreaker when she was older.

“She’s so tiny. I know it looks like she’s bigger on the photos, but she’s a little peanut. I can’t wait for you to see her.” Harry smiled.

“I hope to see her sooner rather than later… but I think you should go get a doctor now because I need some more drugs.” I said to him as I winced slightly from the pain I felt coming from my stomach.

“Shit. Right. I’ll be right back.”

He jumped up and left the room, returning with the doctor a few minutes later. He checked everything over and gave me a little more pain medicine which definitely helped but I knew that I would still need a lot of help if I were to go to the bathroom. It wasn’t long until Anne and Gemma came in to visit and the two of them fussed over me to no end, but it only made me smile because I felt like I really was a part of the family.

“I’m fine, guys. I’ll live.” I assured them.

“How can you be so happy after being shot?” Gemma asked as she furrowed her brows.

“I’m okay and my baby is okay. That’s all that matters. I’m not going to lie though just thinking about going out in public again is making me super anxious, but I can’t live my life cooped up in hiding either. The threat is gone now and there is nothing to be afraid of anymore.” I said with a shrug.

“Spoken like a true Queen.” Anne smiled.

Her words made me blush a bit. Just thinking about the fact that some time in the next year or so I would be Queen beside Harry made me feel odd, but at the same time I felt ready this time. Before I was terrified of it, but now I think I can really pull it off. Especially after seeing Anne do everything with such ease. I could definitely learn a lot from her.

“You should get some rest, love. Your parents and brothers will be here in a few hours.” Harry said to me as he grabbed onto my hand.

“They’re coming?” I asked.

“Yeah. They were watching and jumped on the first flight. Shouldn’t be too long now until they come murder me for not protecting you well enough.” He joked slightly, but I could tell he felt guilty about everything.

“Come here.”

I gently pulled him closer and lightly slapped his cheek to snap him out of his guilty mind.

“Don’t you ever blame yourself for this. It’s not your fault. If anything it’s mine for being stubborn and not listening to you, but it’s over and done with now. Everything is okay so you need to stop thinking like that and just forget about it.” I scolded him.

He chuckled softly and smiled, nodding his head before I pulled him closer so I could give him a long kiss.

“I love you.” I murmured against his lips.

“I love you, too. Now go to bed.” He said.

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away.

“Yes, father.” I said sarcastically which only made him laugh more.

Despite everything that happened in the last twenty four hours I felt great and I knew that things could only get better from here.

~.:Two Weeks Later:.~

Today was the day.

We would finally get to bring our baby girl home for the first time and I couldn’t be more excited, but the thought of walking her out to the car when I knew there were a ton of people out there made me sick to my stomach. I was nearly fully recovered, but still had some pain every once in a while and my scars had yet to heal properly.

After the first four days in the hospital I finally just got myself up and walked myself down to see Rosie while everyone had their attention elsewhere. Of course I had gotten scolded by multiple people, but it was worth it because I had finally gotten to see my baby for the first time and I immediately fell in love with her. A week later I was allowed to hold her for the first time and it was the best feeling in the world. I had held many babies before her, but this one was mine and there was a much stronger bond between us than any of the others. She had started growing stronger after our daily visits to hold her so now she was finally able to come home.

Harry and I were still waiting our home to be finished that we just decided to build so it would be closer to his family but also private enough so it as our own. So for the time being we were going to be staying at the country house with our families. My brothers had to leave to go back home after the first week of staying here, but my parents decided to stay for a while longer to help out where they could and spend more time with us which was nice.

“Make sure it’s tight enough.” I told Harry as I watched him put Rosie in the baby carrier.

“I know, Charlie.” He said as he buckled her in.

“But not too tight.” I added.

He chuckled and shook his head as he paused to look at me.

“I have this, babe. Calm down.” He said before going back to what he was doing.

Of course he put her in perfectly, but as I quickly discovered I was an overprotective mother who wanted to make sure everything was okay myself even though I had complete trust in Harry. As he turned to grab the bag I subtly leaned down to tug at the straps to make sure she was secured, looking up to see Harry watching me with a raised brow.

“Shut up. I can’t help it.” I pouted.

“I didn’t say anything.” He said as he held up his hands in defense.

“Yeah, but you were thinking it.” I huffed.

He playfully rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Stop worrying so much. I’ll keep our baby girl safe.” He promised me.

“I know… I just get anxious and I have to check myself so I know for sure otherwise it drives me crazy.”

“I know. It’s alright.”

I closed my eyes as he pressed his lips to my forehead for a long moment until Liam stepped in to let us know the car was ready. I looked up at Harry who kissed my lips gently.

“We’ll be alright, love.” He assured me.

I nodded and let him take Rosie since I couldn’t carry her with the added weight of the car seat without risking hurting myself. Instead I took his hand, holding it tightly as we got closer to the entrance of the hospital. The cameras started flashing and it immediately reminded me of the flash that came from the barrel of the gun seconds before I felt the sharp pain in my stomach. My grip on Harry’s hand got tighter as I allowed him to pull me along until we finally got to the car. He put Rosie in first and made sure her seat locked in with the base that was already buckled in before turning to me as I struggled to breathe.

“Charlie, take a breath. Get in the car, love.” He said as he helped me inside, standing by my door for a moment to make sure I took a few deep breaths before going around to the other side and quickly getting in.

I reached over to put my hand on Rosie’s belly, needing to feel her breathe to remind myself that we were okay. I looked up at Harry as I felt his hand cover mine and he interlocked our fingers together, gently brushing his thumb over the side of my hand to soothe me.

“Deep breaths, love.” He said softly.

I watched as he breathed with me, mimicking how his chest would rise and fall until the panic attack finally subsided and I felt like I could breathe again. That was definitely much harder than I thought, but at least I had Harry to bring me back to reality if it happened again.

Harry’s POV

Seeing Charlie panic like that was awful. I could tell the moment we stepped out that she was going into full panic mode and she was struggling to breathe so I took a moment to make sure she was calming down before going over to my side. She finally calmed down in the car, but it wasn’t until we were stepping into the house that she fully relaxed because she knew we were safer inside. I carried Rosie in then took her out of her seat, knowing that Charlie wanted to hold her, and as soon as I held her out Charlie immediately took her in her arms and held her close. I watched her kiss our daughter on the forehead and whisper a few words to her before placing another few kisses on her cheek. My heart swelled with pride and despite how scary things got I was happy to finally be home with my little family.

As I followed Charlie into the bedroom that we were going to be temporarily using for a nursery I couldn’t be happier and I knew that from this moment forward I would protect the two of them at all costs.

(Baby Rosie pictured below)

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