May POV

I'm having another girl.

My doctors appointment was today and they told us the gender. I was excited. I wanted another girl.

We sit beside our kids in the living room. The small piglets rest on the floor by June. Owen sits on my lap and holds both of my hands.

"Is it a boy?" Anne asks while looking at me. Her hazel eyes look hopeful.

"No, we're having a girl." Finn smiles and says 'cool'. Anne remains silent. Owen kisses my cheek and claps.

Oh no.

Not another Finn with the baby thing.

"Anne, you were happy when Owen was born." She was very happy to be a big sister, even at a young age.

"I wanted another brother though." Her voice is plain. "Can I go upstairs now?"

"Sure." She takes Buddy and heads upstairs.

I remember when Finn would take BJ upstairs with him when he was mad about me having another baby.

"Is she mad?" Finn asks me. His head tilts.

"Most likely." Harry says. "Wanna go talk to her?" My oldest son nods and heads upstairs. I lay back on my couch and look to Harry who was looking at me.

"You're going to have to talk to her." I say.

"I think she has to just let it sink in for now." I nod, letting him believe that she's mad about having another sibling.

***

Our daughter Lydia Elaine Styles was born on May 23rd.

She has green eyes like Harry's and her cheeks are puffy and soft. She was born with some hair. She has slight curls already.

She's currently in my arms, awake. Harry cried when she was placed into his arms. That made my heart warm up and me tear up more.

Finn held her and said she is very cute. Owen sat beside me and kissed her cheek. He's a little to young to hold a newborn.

Then there is Anne, who's sat in the corner of the room staring at Lydia with daggers in her eyes. I figured she'd act like that considering.

Harry hasn't figured out why she's mad.

I know why.

I'm pretty sure everybody but him knows why she's acting the way she is.

He'll soon figure it out.

I kiss the top of my daughter head and hold her small hand in my palm. "I love you." I whisper against her skin. I look to Harry who's staring at her in complete bliss and love.

Harry POV

I took the kids back home around seven.

Tonight and tomorrow night by Dad offered to watch them so I can stay with May.

That's kind of his like role now whenever me or Gem have kids. He always watches them for us, which I like.

"Anne, what would you like for dinner?" I ask her. I made the boys mac and cheese but she refuses to eat it.

"Food."

"Okay." I say. I make her a bowl and slide it to her. Her hazel eyes narrow at me. "You said food."

She slides it back at me and crosses her arms. "This isn't a restaurant you know?"

"Then why did you ask what I want for dinner?" She questions. My eyes narrow at her. It's like dealing with three year old Finn again.

"It's not good not to eat." I say to her.

"Too bad this isn't a restaurant, then I would." My daughter remarks.

"Go to bed." I say to her.

"No."

"Now, bed." Finn looks at his bowl awkwardly as he eats.

"No." My daughter states.

"Okay." I say. I walk over to her and her eyes look at me lazily. I pick her up and take her upstairs. As we reach her room she kicks me right in my balls making me groan.

"That wasn't nice." I say in pain. I place her on her bed. She crosses her arms.

"Whoops." I roll my eyes at her. As I walk away I feel a pillow hit the back of my head.

Again?

I turn around and look at her. I pick up the pillow that's on the floor and toss it at her gently. "Goodnight." I say. My eyes scowl at her.

I close her bedroom door and tug my hand through my hair. She's making me tired.

I head downstairs and see my Dad in the living room holding Owen. "Finn let me in." He tells me and I nod.

I take out my wallet and give my Dad a 20. "Do me a favor and order a pizza in 10 minutes? I don't have anything in the house to make Anne, she's being stubborn. But I don't want her to go to bed hungry."

"Is she acting like Finn?"

"Very much so." I huff. My Dad chuckles and shakes his head.

I say goodbye to my son's before I leave. I tell them I'll be back in the morning. Maybe then Anne will act better.

***

"Where's your sister?" I ask Finn as we're about to leave.

"I don't know, s-she said she w-was get-getting changed." I let out a shrug and take the steps by two.

"Anne, we're leaving come on."

There is silence.

I try to open the door and it doesn't turn. She locked the fucking door.

I shake the handle. "I'm trying to sleep!" My daughter groans.

"Get up, and open your door." It stays silent again.

Mother fucker.

"Anne I will take your doorknob off. We're supposed to meet your Mom at the hospital at 9. It's 8:50 now." I say loudly.

"Okay."

"Fine." I say. I head downstairs and head to the kitchen. I rummage through the drawers until I find a screw driver. Once I find the one I need I head upstairs.

When I try to undo the screw, I can't.

She put a fucking chair under the doorknob.

I take a few deep breaths before I fully go all ballistic. "Good one Anne. Now uh open your door."

It's silent.

I press my head against her door and close my eyes.

She's going to give me a heart attack. I thought Finn was bad. I'd rather deal with what he gave me.

I take the screw driver and start undoing the hinges on the door.

Yes, I'm taking off her door.

I would say in about 30 minutes I got her door off. She's hiding under her covers and is in a ball.

I walk over to her and take her blanket off her body. Her eyes open and they're cold. "Ready to go now? You got your extra sleep." I really want to yell, but I don't.

She doesn't respond. I just pick her up and take her downstairs. She's still in her PJ's. "Ready?" I ask Finn. He nods and walks with Owen outside.

***

I dragged Anne into the hospital room.

The room, not the building.

I had to pick her up and put her in a chair.

She got out of the car, but refused to go into the hospital room where her Mom and sister is. I know May hates seeing our kids act up. I do too.

I hate disciplining Anne. She's my little girl, I don't want to yell at her.

Oh.

That's what it's about.

A://N

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