Yells.

Giggles.

Laughs.

They all seemed to belong to a little girl.



I looked around and saw my best friend Eleanor, by my side, smiling and waving to the little kids with the left hand while holding a camera on the right one. The boy seemed to be called Thomas, at least that was what she was yelling. The little girl playing with Thomas, had bright green eyes, long curly locks, and deep dimples in each cheek. El, just smiled when Tom grabbed the girls hand, helping her to get up and running towards the swings.

Moving my head a little bit more to the left, I saw two men that I almost immediately recognized to be my husband Harry and Eleanor's husband Louis. I soon understood that Thomas was Eleanor's son and that the little girl was my daughter, Darcy.

Harry and Louis were doing lunch while me and Eleanor watched over the kids. I started to think about my past life. My parents. My grandparents. Being bought. Kissing Harry for the first time. Making love with Harry for the first time. Finding out I was pregnant. Running away from Harry. Him finding me again. Meeting Harrry's family. Harry proposing to me in one of his balls. Giving birth to Darcy. His face when he held her for the first time. Our wedding. Our honeymoon. Our first holidays as a family. They were all coming back to me.

I "woke up" when I felt to arms, around me, two hands crossed on top of my stomach and a body pressed against mine. The golden rings and the wedding band with my name engraved, told me that Harry was the one holding me.

I placed my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. Savouring the moment. Listening to Darcy's laugh. Feeling Harry's small, but sweet kisses in my hair.



I opened my eyes. There he was. Harry. But there was no Darcy nor Thomas. There was Harry, and I seemed to be in a hospital room.
I looked around, still trying to find theme. I couldn't. They weren't there.
Harry was smiling, and jumped from the little and probably uncomfortable sofa he was sitting on and lied next to me on the bed. I weakly shifted my body so it was as close to his as possible, my head laying on his upper torso.
We stood there, none of us talking, simply enjoying the silence and each others company. I don't think I even knew what to say. I was still thinking about Darcy. Where was she? Did she stay with Tom, El and Louis? Was she alright?

"Harry?"

"Yes love?"

"Where's Darcy, Thomas, Louis and Eleanor?"

"Lou and El are at your house here in Marbella. Darcy - our soon-to-be-born daughter- is still in your belly. Who is Thomas?"

"Thomas is Louis's and Eleanor's son. He was playing with Darcy the last time I've seen then..."


Harry sighed, nodded his head, let out a barely audible chuckle, and looked down at me.


"Darling, you were dreaming during your coma."


My world fell. There was no Darcy? No Tom? No marriage? No... nothing.

I started to cry. I wanted her there. I wanted to hold her in my arms like a mother should. I wanted to tell her that everything is going to be alright. I wanted her there. I know that I'm pregnant. Harry just told me, but what if it's not a "Darcy"? It could be a he. Not a she. I want Darcy. I want my little girl.

Harry tried to comfort me but it wasn't helping. I wanted my little girl. I looked at my hand only to be even more disappointed. There was no wedding band. I cried even harder.


"Baby girl, what's wrong? What's the matter with your hand?"

I didn't know what to say. Harry was panicking. He was really going mad.

"Baby, was it because of the dream? Please tell me. Maybe I can help and make things better. Please."


Well, he can't unless he manages to accelerate the pregnancy process, to get us married and to make all of those memories come true, which I don't think he can. Most of them are impossible.
I took a deep breath, and started to tell him the dream.


"We were at our house, with Lou, El, Tom and Darcy. The kids were playing, you and Louis were making lunch, while El was taping the kids having cute moments, and I was watching. In the last memory of the kids, Tom was running with Darcy towards the swings. Then, you came, wrapped your arms around me. I started to think about our moments. I think I fell asleep in the dream, afterwards..."

"What were the memories?"

"My parents. My grandparents. Being bought. Kissing Harry for the first time. Making love with Harry for the first time. Finding out I was pregnant. Running away from Harry. Him finding me again. Meeting Harrry's family. Harry proposing to me in one of his balls. Giving birth to Darcy. His face when he held her for the first time. Our wedding. Our honeymoon. Our first holidays as a family... Most of them did not happen, I know... But I still imagined them..."

"I think I can arrange that."
He then kissed me, just like I missed...

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