Eve POV

When Harry left the hospital room, my Dad entered. He greeted me with a hug and sat where Harry once did. The nurses took our nameless daughter to get weighed and checked on.

Twenty or so minutes after my Dad came into my room, my brothers came. For now it was just them, they told me they didn't want their kids to come considering how late it is and how tired I am.

They held her and cried which make me tear up. My mind still remains on Harry and where he went and what was going through his mind.

My family left a few minutes ago but told me they were going to drop by in the morning. Now it's just me and my daughter who is in her little clear crib thing beside me. My eyes are on her and my hand strokes her cheek. Her eyes close and I retreat my hand from her crib to let her sleep peacefully.

It's been a few hours since Harry left. He said he'd come back, but I don't know when or if he will.

I hear the hospital door open and I look, expecting a nurse but I just see Harry with a brown paper bag. I lay back down and look to the baby I just gave birth to.

Harry walks over to me and places the bag down on the table beside me. "I uh, went to that one burger place you like because you said you wanted a cheese burger so I got you one. That's what took me so long because it was in the city," He rambles on his words and I bite my lip. I'm not facing him still, I don't know what to say or if I should say anything.

My emotions are all fucked up. I'm sad and mad. I'm sad that he broke down now, I'm mad that he didn't even look at her.

"Eve, please look at me," Harry says. His voice is low and shaky. I shake my head 'no' as I feel my eyes sting. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I-I was just in my thoughts and flashbacks and got too overwhelmed," He stops speaking causing the room to go silent. "I'm sorry,"

I look to Harry who has visibly sad eyes. His teeth are biting down on his lip and he's looking at me. "You didn't even look at her Harry," I say. "I understand that you feel the way you do, okay? I know it's hard for you a-and I get that. But that was supposed to be our moment. We were supposed to be the first ones that held her a-and enjoyed her first moments alive. But it was only be that held her and enjoyed her first moments.

You haven't even held our daughter that's been alive for hours now. You left five minutes after she was born, Harry. It's hard to be mad at you because I know why you needed to leave for a few hours and I know why you needed to collect yourself. But it's hard not to be mad because you don't even know what she looks like. We haven't even named her because you didn't see her yet,"

His green eyes are welled up and tears look to be leaving his eyes any moments. "I," He stops speaking and glances away from me. "I'm sorry Eve, please forgive me. I-I don't know what happened to me o-or why I couldn't even look at her," His voice is shaky. His green eyes look into mine making my heart pinch.

I see the regret in his eyes. I see the sadness, the anxiety, and basically everything he's feeling, I can see on his face. His lip starts to quiver and a sob leaves his mouth making my eyes sting and well up automatically.

I hate seeing him cry. It makes my body ache and my heart shatter. Whenever he cries it's painful to see. I sit up more in my hospital bed.

"I'm sorry for ruining everything, I-" He stops speaking to calm himself down. "I didn't want this to happen o-or anything and I'm sorry," His eyes begin to well up again. He looks down to his hands and my eyes burn with tears. "Please, don't hate me Eve,"

"Do you actually want to be a Dad, Harry?" I ask timidly.

"I do," He says. His green eyes look to me. "I-I know the way I acted earlier didn't seem like it but I really want to be in her life a-and be a Dad again,"

I bite my lip and nod. I rest my hands on my lap and let out a small breath. "Are we okay?" Harry asks me. His voice is low and sad sounding still.

"For now, yeah. I just need time," I answer. Harry nods and wipes his eyes.

It doesn't help that all I want to do is comfort Harry the way I always do. I want to tell him it's alright for how he acted. There are many reasons why he needed to leave and regain himself, and I understand that.

But we have a daughter now and she needs a Dad who can be there for her all the time. And I can't just let that anger go yet. Right now isn't the time I want to be angry though. I'm tired, weak, and feel drowsy.

I feel Harry's lips touch the top of my head and his hands hold mine. "I'm sorry for always disappointing you," He says. His breaths are sharp sounding which make me sad and my eyes sting again. "I love you so much, I'm so fucking sorry," I see the tears roll down his cheeks again causing me to bite my lip. I move over on my bed and tell him to sit down next to me.

My arms wrap around his body and I let him cry into me.

Am I still mad?

Yes.

Does that mean I'll let him beat himself up over this?

No.

Right now, I don't need him to feel like a disappointment. I need him to be a Dad to our daughter and I need him to be the man I know he is.

All he needs right now is comfort for however he's feeling. No matter how mad I am at him, I don't want him to go through whatever he is going through alone. I love him, and that won't stop.

His grip on me is tight and his hands are shaking against my back. He keeps mumbling I'm sorry against me. I know he's sorry. He just really needs to make up for what he did.

***

It's two a.m currently, and Harry is okay now. His worry is back on me, which I don't want it to be. I want him to worry about whatever made him shut down like that.

I ate the food he brought me because I was fucking starving. I ate that burger and fries in like five minutes. I wish I can say I'm not exaggerating.

"Go to sleep, Eve. You must be exhausted," Harry says to me. My eyes look at him.

"Okay uh," I yawn and close my eyes. "Wake me up at seven though,"

Harry kisses my cheek and fixes my pillow for me. "I love you Eve,"

"I love you too," I murmur.

I soon fall fast asleep without realising it.

Harry POV

It's been about an hour since Eve fell asleep.

I feel like major shit. Not even major shit, I just have hatred for myself at this point.

When I heard our daughter cry my mind just went to when Elena was born, and when I first saw her as a baby in Jane's arms. Then my mind switched to Elena who is three years old in my arms, dead. That kept replaying in my mind until I felt dizzy. I couldn't even look at the little girl in my girlfriends arms or even focus on what was happening around me.

All I knew was that I was either going to pass out, or start having a panic attack. So I left the room to try to fix it.

I knew when I would come back Eve would be mad at me. She has every right to hate me honestly.

I snap out of my thoughts when I hear a cry in the room.

I stand up front the chair I'm seated in and I walk around to the crib beside Eve.

My eyes land on a small baby who has a pink hat on and a blanket wrapped around her body. My eyes well up at seeing my daughter for the first time and I smile. I pick her slowly and make sure I give her head support. I sit back on the chair I was once in, and rock her back and forth until she's no longer crying.

"I'm sorry for letting you down already," I whisper to my daughter. "Daddy just had a small mental breakdown," I stroke her cheek with my thumb. "I love you though, and that won't ever change, okay? I'll be the best Daddy in the world and you'll be the happiest little girl growing up. Sound like a plan?" Her eyes are looking at me causing me to smile. I kiss her puffy cheeks and rock her in my arms again.

She's beautiful. I can't take my eyes off of her. She's so small and perfect. "In the morning me and your Mommy will pick your name, okay?" My voice is still in a whisper.

Her eyes are still staring at me which makes me smile. I kiss the tip of her nose and her cheek which are soft. "Go back to sleep," I whisper to my daughter. She continues to look at me and I stand back up.

I place her back her crib and she start to cry again. I pick her up and her crying stops. I smile. "We'll spend some time together then," I sit back down where I was before and cradle her in my arms more.

"So, do you like being alive so far?" Her eyes just look at me. "I mean, I guess living in your Mom was cool," I pause. "Or not, I don't know," I stroke her smooth skin. "But I'm glad you're here now. And your Mommy is too. She's going to be the best Mom in the world and love you to death. So will I, but I just hope you get the point that your Mommy loves you. She's one of the best people I know. One of the strongest as well. I love your Mommy a lot, and you will too because she's the best person in the world.

Max is excited to meet you. He's your dog who's big but sweet. You'll grow up with a best friend. And then you have your uncles, cousins, aunts, and grandfather who already love you. We'll see about my side of the family but, you're already loved by many. When Mommy and I get married one day, maybe you'll even be the flower girl. That's if your Mom decides not to leave me by then because your Daddy is an idiot," I say.

I watch my daughters movements. Her body squirms a little in my touch. I hold her move close to my body and hold her protectively. I kiss the top of her head rock her back and forth in my arms. I soon see her eyes close and I lean back in the chair I'm seated in.

I don't care if I don't sleep at all tonight. As long as Eve and our daughter sleep fine, that's all that matters.

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