A/N hey everyone! Sorry I've been a little M.I.A I've had a big online exam that I had to focus on. But it's done now and I feel like I can breathe again so I wrote 6300 words for you all to hopefully enjoy! Hope you guys are staying safe! Love y'all! Xx

"He's hereeee" Anne sticks her head inside the family room and greets us with the good news. Her eyes are tear stained but overflowing with joy.

"Fuck that was quick" Harry remarks as he stands up, but I can see the relief wash over him. He was worried about her, and now it's over.

"How's everyone doing?" I ask as we collect our stuff and join Anne in the hallway.

"Everyone's great. Gemma was a champion, and the little guy is absolute perfection. Come on you have to come and meet him" Anne tells us enthusiastically. Harry's hand wraps around mine and we retrace our steps back down the hallway to find Gemma's hospital room.

It's serenely quiet when we reach the doorway, Gemma and Michael are huddled together on the bed gazing at a small bundle in a blue and white blanket. We shuffle in quietly and I give Harry's hand a soft squeeze.

"Hey you guys" Gemma quietly whispers as she looks up, grinning widely as she gently sways the bundle in her arms.

"Great Job Gem Gem" Harry replies in a soft voice. "Sure you did great too Michael" Michael shrugs his shoulders with a grin, making us all laugh a little.

"Harry use the hand sanitiser,you have to hold him" Gemma quietly demands. Harry's body stiffens beside me.

"B-but shouldn't mum hold him before I do?" Harry questions, obviously trying to delay the inevitable.

"Mum's held him already, your turn. Hand sanitizer. Your next Elena" Gemma rolls her eyes and quietly demands. Now it's my turn to freak out. Shit, I've never held a tiny baby before. Now I understand why Harry was scared of Charlie at first. Nevertheless, Harry's hand slips from mine as he takes a small pump of the hand sanitizer sitting by the end of the bed. I nervously do the same and stand by Anne as Harry walks over to Gemma's bedside.

"Remember to cradle the head" Gemma fusses with a smile as Harry gently scoops the bundle out of Gemma's arms. Slowly he stands back up straight, cradling him against his chest and staring down at him in wonder. "Nicely done" Gemma comments, but Harry's too distracted to react.

"Do you guys have a name for him yet?" I ask as I keep rubbing my hands together to get rid of the handsanitizer feel they now have. Gemma and Michael exchange a look.

"We have two that we are deciding between. Noah and Theo. But his middle name is going to be Robert, that's Michaels dads name" Gemma says with a smile as Michael slides in beside her, one of his legs up on the bed and the other hanging off the side to give her plenty of room. He dotes on her, putting his arm around her with the biggest smile on his face, he truly loves her, it's so obvious.

"Go with Theo, I know three Noah's" Harry says, not taking his eyes off of the baby. For someone who was nervous only a little while ago he now seems completely at ease, totally in his element. Anne places her hand in mine and gives it a small squeeze, looking from Harry and then back to me. I can hear her thoughts 'make him a dad, look how great he is', and I wonder if she can feel the sweat on my palms. I do want kids, I think, eventually.

"Would you call him Theodore on the birth certificate or just Theo?" Anne asks after she finishes wiggling her eyebrows at me.

"Theodore, then he can either go by Theo or Teddy" Gemma grins. "Noah doesn't really allow much room for a nickname" 

"So was Charlie born 'Charlotte'?" I ask, to which Gemma nods.

"Charlotte Anne" Michael adds, nodding his head towards Anne who beams from ear to ear beside me. Hm, Charlotte Anne sounds so regal and royal, not totally in line with the funny, cheeky little girl I know. She suits Charlie completely.

"I vote for Theodore too, not that I get a vote. It's totally up to you two" Anne says before she gives my hand a final squeeze. "How about we let Elena hold him now Harry?"

Harry finally looks away from the baby and nods his head, slowly walking over to me with a growing grin on his face. I start to get really nervous, oh god what if I hold him and he hates me?

"Okay confession! I've never held a baby before" I say quickly as Harry stands in front of me ready to pass him off. Gemma smiles at me and leans her head to the side.

"You'll be totally fine. I trust you" She says sweetly, giving me a small nod. Anne releases my hand as I look up to see Harry smiling down at me.

"You've got this, mum help her" Harry says nodding to his mum, Anne helps my arms into position as Harry slowly transfers the small bundle into my arms. He steps backwards but Anne stays by my side, readjusting the baby's blanket.

And there he is, the smallest baby I've ever seen in my life. When you see a baby born on a TV show they are so much bigger than this, I almost can't believe that he's real. His eyes are tightly shut, his bottom lip juts out and his nose is small and button like, practically non-existent.

"Wow" Is all I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. He's completely transfixing, now I know why Harry couldn't take his eyes off of him. Every move he makes is totally mesmerising, the simple rise and fall of his chest has me completely hooked. He doesn't cry or whinge he just breathes in and out, totally at peace.

"Amazing isn't he?" Anne whispers to me, I nod my head. From the top of his head I can see small tufts of black hair sticking out from the bottom of his blue beanie. I wonder what his eyes will look like, if he'll have dimples like Harry and Gemma, if his hair will stay that colour, it's all so mesmerising.

"See, you're a total natural. Watch out Harry" Gemma teases and I finally bring my eyes away from the baby, feeling the heat rise on my cheeks.

"Gemma, she's 20" Harry answers his sister for me, but I can't help the smile that rises on my face, neither can Harry.

"I was 25 when I had Gemma" Anne says, wiggling her eyebrows at Harry. I don't think I've really ever seen Harry blush before this point. I decide not to pile on and try to help him out.

"25 and 20 are a little different" I reply with a giggle, slowly swaying the little bundle in my arms. He hasn't woken up or seem to have been disturbed in anyway by the sudden onset of noise, it just feels natural to do.

"So then Elena, Noah or Theo?" Michael asks. I shrug my shoulders slightly, I think he would suit either in all honesty. But I vote with Harry.

"I like Theo, but Noah is also nice" I smile. "Do you want him back?" I ask Gemma, who shakes her head grinning.

"No no no, you keep hold of him. He seems to love Auntie Elena cuddles" Gemma takes a sip of water after she finishes speaking. I glance up at Harry, who's already looking at me with a soft grin.

"Do you want me to go get Charlie?" Anne asks Michael and Gemma.

"No that's okay, I said I'd go and get her. Wanna come with Harry?" Michael says as he pulls on a brown jacket that's been hanging on the back of a chair. Harry looks puzzled for a moment as he looks to me for a split second. I get the feeling he and Michael don't hang out often, I smile at him before he shrugs his shoulders.

"Sure, I guess" Harry says as he picks up his coat from the sofa. I guess this means I'm stuck holding the baby for a while, it's really not that bad now though, it's actually pretty nice.

"We will be back soon" Michael comes over and kisses the top of the baby's head. "Good luck" he mumbles to me under his breath before he walks over to Gemma's bedside. It only now registers with me that I'll be left alone with Gemma and Anne for the first time since I left Harry. Oh god, what if they actually hate me and they've just been playing nice in front of Harry? I feel like I'm being sent to the principals office.

"You'll be fine" Harry tells me quietly as he appears by my side, placing a soft kiss to my cheek. It's like he can hear my thoughts, or perhaps the guilt and shame is radiating off me like toxic waste.

"Enjoy the school run" I reply quickly as Harry tentatively strokes the baby's cheek with the pad of his thumb. My stomach does a triple flip just watching him, this better not be baby fever. He nods his head before following Michael out into the hallway, leaving me alone with Gemma and Anne.

"Come sit, lets all have a chat" Gemma says,pointing to the bottom of the bed as she slides her legs to the side to make room.

"You sit here with the baby Elena darling" Anne says sweetly, putting a gentle hand on my back to guide me to the armchair next to Gemma's bed. I slowly sit down in the recliner and adjust myself so that both the baby and I are sitting comfortably. He might be a good buffer for me, they aren't exactly going to yell at me in front of a new born right? He stays completely undisturbed throughout all the movement, perhaps Gemma and Michael have been blessed with a quiet baby.

"I think we've landed on Theo now, it was Michaels pick so I think he'll agree" Gemma gazes down at him, Theo, fondly. Anne nods and places a hand on Gemma's leg.

"It's a great name" I say, smiling down at Theo as well. What is it about babies? They do nothing, and yet everyone can't help but stare. Gemma has an excuse, that's her baby, and it's Anne's first grandson, but me? I'm a weird sort of aunt type person, I'm doing too much gazing.

"I meant what I said, you're a total natural. Not that any of us are surprised" Gemma says, laying her head back on her pillow.

"Any of us?" I ask, she nods her head and exchanges a look with Anne.

"You take such good care of my baby Harry so I'm not surprised, you're just a natural carer" Anne speaks softly, smiling fondly down at me.

"I think he takes care of me more than I take care of him" I reply in a sheepish voice. It's the truth after all, I used to feel like I didn't add anything to his life aside from annoyance and perhaps some arm candy. But now I know, he needs me almost as much as I need him.

"You don't really know what he was like before. He was so cold, kept everyone at arms length. But now, he's like how he was when he was a little kid" Gemma says fondly, I raise my eyebrows slightly. I knew Harry was a little bit emotionally distant when I met him, but I figured that was just due to him being part of the business world.

"He was such a loving kid, he always had the biggest smile and the warmest heart. Unfortunately, their father wasn't the best influence on him and slowly he sort of just took all of Harry's spirit away" Anne speaks sadly, rubbing Gemma's leg. Gemma looks at her mum and reaches a hand out to her, which Anne takes gratefully and squeezes tightly.

"My husband was a drunk, and when he drank he was a very mean man. He never got violent, but there was a lot of yelling and screaming. He would always scream at Harry and tell him that he needs to man up; that being a man means you're smarter than everyone else, faster than everyone else, better than everyone else and meaner than everyone else. His philosophy was 'get them before they get you', and he made it Harry's philosophy too" Anne continues, her voice growing quieter towards the end. I had always thought that life with the Styles family would be pure bliss; that Anne was so amazing and welcoming and Gemma was so loving and kind, I never could have imagined that it would be a place where yelling and fighting and emotional abuse occurred.

"But then dad died when I was 13, Harry must have been...9?" Gemma looks at Anne for confirmation and Anne nods her head. "And luckily Harry hadn't really adopted dads personality, but he was always so cold and distant with everyone" Woah, I had no idea that Harry's dad was dead. He never brought it up so I figured he didn't want to talk about it, but surely this is something I should have known.

"He's never talked about him" I mumble quietly. Gemma nods her head, sighing slightly.

"I'm not surprised, he doesn't like talking about him at all. He wasn't a good man, or even a good dad, but he was our father and he did love us in his own way. It was just difficult to feel it sometimes when he was such a bully" Gemma nervously looks at her mum as she speaks, it's obviously a sore spot in their family history. But I guess it's also important to talk about, just like how my mum and I need to one day talk about dad and try and find a way to deal and move on from it.

"We know Harry has dated over the years, but I had always hoped that he would find somebody like you" Anne says after a small sigh, the corners of her lips quickly lifting up into a smile.

"He's like a teenager who's got his first real girlfriend. He brings up your name in conversation anytime he can, he's always staring at you, and he can pretend he hates it all he wants I know that he loves how much we tease the two of you" I laugh quietly after Gemma finishes speaking, unable to hide the blush on my face.

"You've brought out that wonderful side of him; now he's kind and cheeky and goofy and warm, he wants to see us more, he wants to enjoy life again, like how I wish he did when he was a kid. That's all on you." Anne's words cause the tears to start welling up inside of me. I saw the change in him too, but I didn't know it was this drastic.

"He's helped me too" I say with a small sigh. They've opened up, I have to now too. "I'm not sure how much Harry has told you about my childhood but it wasn't the best either. My dad left when I was 12 so it was just me and my mum, and she hasn't been well for a while. I mean, you met her so you probably know what I'm talking about" I remember back to my birthday, when Harry surprised me with everyone I love at the arcade. My mum and Anne got on really well, it was really lovely to see my mum smile and laugh like that. Like she hasn't in years.

"I remember. She was so lovely, she told about what you guys have gone through"  Anne replies, and I'm a little shocked by it. My mum's not normally big on sharing. "We talked for a while as all mums do. That was when I knew that you were for sure who we hoped you were"

"What do you mean?" I ask before Theo makes a small coughing sound before settling back to sleep, making us all giggle. He settles back in, his lip still pouted, unaware of the emotional heaviness in the room around him.

"I just mean that with how wealthy and successful Harry is, there was always the risk that he would attract someone who wasn't there for the right reasons. And when we first heard how young you were we thought 'oh shit'" Gemma laughs at herself and shakes her head. I don't suppose Harry would tell his family that we met through a dating service that paired rich guys with young girls, and I hope to god that they never find out. She has pointed out what I think most people think when they see our relationship; I'm 20, and Harry's in his thirties. It's a big difference.

"But now that we know you, we couldn't be happier. Truly. And then we got a call from Harry, he was rather distraught. He said that you had left. It was all pretty confusing" Anne continues, her voice full of sorrow. Oh fuck, here we go, here's where I pay for what I've done.

"Why did you leave?" Gemma asks bluntly after a few seconds, Anne shoots her a wide eyed look, obviously wishing she had gone for a more delicate approach.

"We aren't mad or upset with you in any way" Anne says quickly before I have the chance to say anything. Gemma nods her head. "We Just wanted to better understand, but if you don't want to share then of course that's totally fine it doesn't matter we love you" She speaks at a rapid fire speed and I can't help but smile. She's so worried that I will resent them, when I truly couldn't love either of them more.

"No it's okay, I understand it's confusing. It was confusing for me to and I wasn't thinking straight when I made that decision" I begin, subconsciously rocking Theo in my arms.

"I guess just, when I was growing up I always thought I would be alone. That I would be a temporary person in everyone's life, and eventually everyone would get tired of me and leave, or they would die and I'd be alone. And that when they left they would be relieved that they didn't have to deal with me anymore" I begin, holding Theo close to my body like an emotional shield. Anne and Gemma's faces both hold such sadness as they look at me, if only they knew that was just the tip of the iceberg.

"How could you possibly think that?" Gemma asks in a low whisper, genuinely shocked that I could have these feelings. I shrugged.

"All the evidence pointed to that. My dad left and hasn't come back, he decided being my dad wasn't worth sticking around for. My mum got sick and I couldn't help her get better, and the rest of our family decided we weren't worth the trouble and distances themselves from us" Anne's lip trembles a little and I have to look away from her or else I know we will both start sobbing, I instead opt to look at the floor. The tiles are white with the occasional blue diamond.

"Elena darling, it wasn't your job to save your mum. Your mum was sick, that wasn't your fault" Anne's voice is shaking, I know that must be a hard thing for her to think about as a mother.

"I know that, now, but when I was looking after her she used to have really bad days. And it was on those bad days when she used to scream at me; that this is all my fault, I messed her up, I chased dad away because I was a pathetic daughter and he couldn't stand me, she couldn't stand me, she wished that she could die so that she could finally be away from me. And even all this time later I can sometimes still hear it" A tear streaks down my cheek, I wipe it before it drips off my face and lands on Theo. I don't dare look up to see their reactions, their shocked silence is all that I can hear for a while.

"Oh god" I hear Gemma mumble quietly, I hear a sniffle and I'm not sure who's it was, it makes me sniffle too as I free one of my hands and lift it up, using the sleeve of my T-shirt to wipe my face.

"I probably should have talked to someone about it a long time ago" I laugh at myself. "Because I spent all these years thinking that I would never be worth anything to anyone. And I thought I deserved it, like it was some kind of awful punishment for some great wrong that I had done"

"Oh sweetheart" Anne's voice is quiet, though she's moved much closer to me now, perching herself on the arm of the chair that I'm sitting on. She places her arm around my shoulder and gently pulls my upper body to lean into hers. I go, and it's safe and warm.

"But then I met Harry, and I didn't know that meeting him would turn into this. I love him so much, in a way I never thought I could. And he loves me too" I grin softly, finally daring to lift my head up. Gemma is curled up in the bed, a box of tissues placed at her side as she holds one in her hand. Her eyes are red but her smile is warm as we make eye contact.

"He adores you" She nods. Anne squeezes my shoulder as her chest shakes with a sniffle. It breaks my heart that I make her cry like this, that I mean that much to her.

"I know, and I feel it everyday. He cares for me, he does everything he can to make me smile, he loves me so much and I love him too. But in the back of my mind I can hear my subconscious telling me he's gonna leave me, he will eventually get sick of me, why would he even love me in the first place, that I'm so stupid there's no way that this is all real. And then my subconscious would tell me that I would ruin him just like I ruined my mum" I mumble as I reiterate the words that used to clog my brain whenever I was with Harry.

"Honey, no" Anne squeaks beside me, Gemma shakes her head and gently wipes under her eyelid.

"It's what I thought, and overtime it just became so loud and deafening and I couldn't take it anymore. That enough was enough and I had to get as far away from him as possible, so I packed up and I left and I thought that both of us would be better off. I couldn't ruin him, and he wouldn't have to put up with me anymore" I sigh, wiping my cheek again. Theo remains curled up in my arms, his peaceful face soothing the resurfacing pain from that time.

"Eventually I figured out that I didn't want to live like this anymore, that I wanted to finally feel good about myself for once in my life. I wanted to have hope that I wouldn't be alone for the rest of my life. So I started going to therapy hoping that I could fix myself so that maybe one day o would be good enough for people to stick around for" Anne's hand rubs my back as I speak, the hard part is mostly over now.

"But then when I was going through therapy, I realised that I had been trying to avoid happiness all my life because I always thought it would be ripped away from me. And by not being with Harry I was depriving myself of the greatest happiness I had ever experienced in my life. So I was still depriving myself of being happy because I didn't think I deserved it. And then I got scared to talk to him, which is so, so stupid" I can't help but laughing as I finish speaking, I hear Gemma giggled a little.

"Yeah that's a little silly" Gemma confirms, even Anne laughs a little bit. I guess it was obvious to the two of them that Harry still loved me even when we weren't together, so the thought of me being scared to talk to him must be hilarious.

"Very silly. He was still calling and texting me, wanting to make sure I was okay. And I just kept putting it off because I felt like he deserved to have better than me. That if I just had a few more therapy sessions I would be the kind of person he deserves. I love him so much, more than I thought I could ever possibly love someone, and I was just scared that I would screw it up again. But now we've found our way back." I sigh softly as I finish speaking, I suddenly feel incredibly exhausted both physically and emotionally. Anne and Gemma both sigh as well, I don't know if either of them were quite prepared for all of that.

"Oh honey, I had no idea you felt like this" Anne squeezes my shoulder again.

"No one knew. I'm not used to relying on people. I had to get through a lot of things on my own. I should have talked to Harry about it, maybe then all of this pain and misery I put us both through could have been avoided" I press my lips together and sneak a glance up at Anne. Her eyes are blood shot and she shakes her head.

"But you're not alone now, you never have to be alone again" Gemma begins to speak and i Spin my head to look at her. She's sitting up in her bed now, her hand still clutching her tissue. She's given birth today, she must be way more exhausted than I am.

"I know we aren't exactly a family, yet, but you're my sister, and I love you. Mum loves you, you're like another daughter to her. Michael adores you. Charlie adores you. Theo's clearly already a big fan. All of our extended family love you. And Harry, my god. You're his queen" Her eyes brim with new tears as her smile beams at me. My heart clutches in my chest as she speaks, her words unofficially binding me to this family. I am a part of a family now; maybe not by blood or by law, but I am in this family. I didn't even remember what that feeling felt like.

"I love you guys, and I'm so sorry. For everything." My breath hitches in my throat as Anne gently turns my face into her shoulder, holding me tightly against her. A safe and warm mum hug that I wouldn't trade for anything in this whole word. She shushes me soothingly as the tears spill over.

"Now don't you apologise for anything.  You are never alone Elena, you will always have us" Her words don't stop the tears from flowing, but now they flow from happiness instead of sorrow. My sin has been absolved, I have been forgiven, I'm not hated by these wonderful people, life continues to be kind to me.

"Fuck you guys" Gemma laughs at herself as she starts crying again too. I pull back from Anne's embrace and laugh quietly as I look between the three of us, our eyes bloodshot and cheeks wet with tears.

"Theo's managed to stay asleep this whole time" Anne grins warmly as she stared down at Theo. His chest rises and falls steadily as he lays at perfect peace. I slowly stand up and carry him over to Gemma, who opens her arms out gratefully.

"He's surrounded by emotionally strong and powerful women, he's letting us have our moment" Gemma coos down at her son, stroking his face softly with her index finger. Anne stands next to me as we all look down in wonder at him.

I suddenly feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, I take it out and almost groan audibly as I read it to myself.

Luke
Hey! Heard you weren't coming to work today, you okay? :)

I type back a response telling him I'm not feeling well and place my phone back into my back pocket.

"He looks exactly like Michaels father to me. His mum showed me baby photos last Christmas and theres this one photo of him in a box of ribbon that looks exactly like Theo" Gemma explains to Anne.

"Are Michaels parents coming to visit?" I ask, bringing myself back into the conversation. Gemma shakes her head.

"No, they live in Scotland so they'll fly down in a few days to see him. They hate me" Gemma smiles, but rolls her eyes as Anne shoots her a look. "Okay they don't hate me, they just hate that I made their son move to Manchester" She explains. It must be tough for Michael not having family here, but it must help that he's got these guys. I suppose we are kind of in the same boat, perhaps he can offer some advice about how to handle all this love.

"Someone wanted to meet their baby brother" Michaels voice startled us all as he appears in the door way, clutching a grinning Charlie's hand. She's dressed in a white dress and bright yellow tights, a pink flower head band holding back her hair. Michael slowly walks her over towards the side of the bed as Charlie scans the room, her eyes land on me.

"Hello 'Lena" She mumbles with a big grin, lifting her free hand up to wave at me. I wave back before Michael lifts her up to sit down beside Gemma on the bed. Harry's arms wrap around my shoulder and gently pull my back closer to his front.

"You okay?" He asks me quietly, he must have noticed my emotional state the second he walked in. I nod, lifting my hand up to hold onto his.

"I am, I'm more than okay" I whisper back to him as I watch Gemma introduce Charlie to her little brother. Harry presses his lips against the back of my head.

"Look at his little toes!" Gemma peels back Theo's blanket and exposes his tiny feet, Charlie grins and hugs her mum's arm tightly. Harry moves one arm from around me and digs around in his pocket. Seconds later, his phone is in his hands as he lifts it up and takes a few photos of Charlie, Gemma and Michael all huddled together on the bed gazing at Theo. My own phone vibrates in my pocket and I take it out, knowing that Harry probably felt it too and I won't be able to ignore it.

Luke
Ahh the 2 day hangover, been there! Feel better, see you later.

"What the fucks this asshole texting you for?" Harry mumbles into my ear, reading the text over my shoulder. We're far enough away from the bed so I'm not worried about everyone overhearing our conversation, I just don't want Harry to be upset over nothing.

"He asked if I was okay because he heard I called in sick. He was just checking in" I reassure him as I lock my phone without replying to the message.

"Two day hangover..." Harry scoffs. "More like sick and tired of you hanging around" He mumbles angrily more to himself than to me. I can't help but giggle, he's very mad at someone he's never met before.

"You have nothing to worry about" I tell him, tilting my face to the side and press a soft kiss to his cheek. He hasn't shaved in a few days, the stubble scratches at my skin in the nicest way possible.

"I know, I just don't trust the fucker" Harry replies, tilting his face to the side. I press another kiss against his jaw. I haven't seen Luke since we were out and he kept trying to get me to drink and dance with him. The thought of seeing him again makes me feel weird, maybe Harry's not being protective or overly paranoid about him. Did Luke's behaviour make me that uncomfortable?

"Yeah after the last time I saw him I'm not a massive fan of him either" I quietly admit, Harry's arms wrap tighter around my frame.

"I knew it, I'm gonna kick his ass" His voice is low as he grits his teeth.

"No you won't, it's will be fine. He's not a close friend, I'll just stop hanging out with him. You don't need to intervene" I reply quickly. Protective is one thing, threatening to beat someone up because they made me a tiny bit uncomfortable is another. He's silent for a moment, probably wanting to object to my refusal of his help.

"Fine. But if he doesn't leave you alone..." Harry sighs.

"Then I will send you and John in to kick his ass" I joke quietly, lying my head on his shoulder and watch his expression change almost immediately. He's light and full of humour again, watching as Charlie sits beside Gemma, carefully cuddling Theo in her arms. She's already a really great big sister, not that I'm surprised with this family around her. Anne lifts her arm up to check her watch.

"We should probably get Charlie home" She says, Michael nods and helps to pass Theo back to Charlie and tells her to say goodnight to her mum.

"Can you guys help mum with Charlie tonight? We're coming home tomorrow morning" Gemma asks, I answer before Harry can rattle off an excuse or grumble about it.

"Of course we can" I smile as I step out of Harry's embrace, I look back at him and see him smile and shrug his shoulders. I give Michael a hug first before I go to Gemma's bedside and hug her tightly. "You have a good nights sleep, Charlie is in good hands" I reassure her.

"Of course she is. Good luck, she's a handful" Gemma laughs quietly as she warns me. I step back as Charlie peers up at me, stretching her arms up towards me. I help her stand up on the bed and she wraps her arms around my neck as I lift her up, resting her on my hip and step back from the bed so everyone can say goodbye to Gemma.

Harry shakes Michaels hand and kisses Gemma's cheek before he joins Anne and I at the door. We walk back down the hallway together and wait for the elevator. I can feel Charlie's fingers playing with the bottom of my hair, her head resting firmly on my shoulder. Big day, she's probably just as tired as the rest of us.

"How was daycare?" I ask Charlie quietly as we pile into the elevator with an elderly couple.

"Good" Charlie mumbles happily.

"What did you do?"

"Sing" She replies again. I smile down at her.

"What did you sing?"

"Little Star..." Her words are mumbled. I hum for a second.

"Now how does that one go again?" I feign confusion, Harry grins down at me as he catches on to my game. The elevator doors open and we all walk out to the foyer of the hospital together as Charlie begins singing twinkle twinkle little star. She gets some of the words wrong and loses the rhythm once or twice, but both Anne and Harry clap when she finishes.

"Fantastic job Charlie" Anne beams with pride as we walk outside the hospital. "I'm parked over there and I have a car seat in my car so I'll take her and meet you guys there" She says as she holds her hands out to take Charlie, who's arms tighten around my neck.

"It's okay, we're going to meet you at grandma's house" Harry rubs Charlie's back as he chuckles slightly. Reluctantly, she releases her grip and allows me to pass her to Anne. We wave to Charlie and Anne before we turn and head in the other direction, Harry's car visible close by.

"How was Michael?" I ask as Harry wraps an arm around my shoulder while we walk. My arm wraps around his waist.

"It was alright, he mostly just wanted to grill me about how we got back together" he responds.

"And what did you tell him?" He smirks as he peers down at me.

"The truth, that you showed up drunk at my apartment begging for me" We reach the car as Harry's eye drops down into a wink. I groan but I'm unable to keep the smile off my face.

"Shit, well now he's gonna share that with Gemma" I mumble with a smile, I don't think Gemma will care all that much, I think she's just happy that we are together again.

"Probably. Did you tell them a different story?" He asks as we climb into the car.

"No they didn't ask how we got back together, they asked why I left" I sigh with a small smile as I settle into the passenger seat and shut my door. Harry shuts his, but he doesn't make a move to start the car yet. He turns his body towards me.

"How did that go?" He asks.

"There was a lot of...emotion" I give him a sad smile, shrugging my shoulders. His head nods slowly as he looks out the windscreen for a second before his attention is back on me.

"Yeah you all looked a little emotional" He chuckles a little. I suspect he's putting it mildly, I felt and probably looked like quite the emotional wreck.

"Talking about how messed up I am is definitely a tear jerker" I laughs slightly, Harry doesn't as his becomes hardened and serious.

"You are not messed up" he tells me. I shake my head, smiling reassuringly.

"I am, but it's okay. It's my past, and I'm moving on from it" He looks at me for a while and swallows a lump in his throat. I gently smile at him and nod my head. "I'll tell you all about it someday, but tonight we have a toddler to help your mum look after"

Harry chuckles and nods his head, turning his body back to face the windshield and start the car. "Oh This should be fun" He says, his words dripping with sarcasm.