((Marry Christmas!! Today is a double update!))

"I swear, if he doesn't get here in ten minutes-" My rant was cut short when a wave of pain swept through my entier body. I screwed my eyes shut and tried to take deep breaths but nothing was helping.

I need these kids out of me!

"Sweetie he will be here. That boy wouldn't miss this for anything." My mom came over to me and pushed the hair out of my face.

I was sweating like a pig and writhing in pain. It was Carly's turn to hold my hand, after I about broke my mothers, because of these unbearable contractions. They were coming almost every minute, and unfortunately the doctor that was in charge and giving the epidural thingies was "busy with other patient" as the nurse said.

"If Harry isn't here when," another wave of pain crashed into me, "Son of a bitch!" I shouted and tucked my chin to my chest and took deep breaths.

"Leah, watch the language. The babies can still hear you." Carly said in a soothing voice.

"Harry better get here before I go all physico crazy ninja pregnant lady in labor and trash this whole building." I seethed. Anne walked over to my bed and placed a hand on my legs.

I didn't think I would be able to move this much, but the pain, nerves, need for drugs, anxiety, worry about Harry is making me do crazy things right now. As if that isn't obvious enough.

"He will be here, no need to kill just yet." I threw my head back once again and took deep breaths, calming my body down even though I would do anything to stop this pain.

"I need to call Robin and Des." She mumbles more to her self but I hear it. I really do want Harry's dad here, as well as his step dad, but I really want to get this over with.

"Oh my goooosh!" I groaned. Just then the door swung open. Everyone in the room snapped there head in that direction, but to everyone's disappointment it was just the nurse. She stood there in her blue thing (she looked like a blue marshmallow) and a hair net. In her arms she held a folded yellow suit just like hers.

"Are you ready Mrs. Styles?" She asked walking closer. I nodded my head, not trusting what words would come out my mouth. "Who is going in the operating room?" she asked looking around the room. Everyone stared at each other nervously, knowing that if it was anyone, I'd want Harry. But of course he wasn't here. Just as my mom stepped forward to take the yellow suit, the door flew open again.

"I'm here! I'm here!" Harry shouted as he ran in the room. He pushed past the nurse and my mom and came straight to me. Suddenly I was crying. I don't know if it was from the pain or because Harry was finally here, but we will go with the second one.

"Baby, I am so sorry. I'm here now, everything is going to be fine." He squeezed my hand and kissed my lips. Almost the second his lips touched mine I let out another loud whimper ad he pulled back instantly.

"We need to move her." The nurse said and handed the suit to Harry. He jumped into it and quickly pulled his hair back into a bun and slipped on the hair net like the nurse. Okay, he is so getting a hair cut when we leave this place.

Once he was finished getting dressed he grabbed my hand and stayed by my side as they wheeled me down the hall. Every time a contraction hit I would squeeze his hand, and dig my nails into his palm, but he wouldn't whine or pull away, he would squeeze right back. Once we got into the operating room the nurses and Harry helped me up to onto the table.

"We're going to give her the epidural now, we need you to stand over there for just a moment." I heard the nurse instruct Harry. I saw him nod his head and step over to the side, but still to where I could see him. One of the other female nurses came and sat on a stool in front of me holding my hands.

"You might feel a slight pinch." The doctor spoke from behind me.

I glanced up at Harry to make sure he was alright. He had his hand to his mouth biting on his knuckle. When I felt that 'slight pinch' I screwed my eyes shut and crushed the woman's hands with mine. It was over in a matter of seconds, and before I knew it they had me strapped down to the table with the sheet in front of me.

I felt Harry's hands on my face. Rubbing over my hair, my cheeks, and he planted kisses on my forehead. I turned to look at him, for some reason in the past five minutes it looked like he aged ten years.

"Hey." I sighed. He smiled and kissed my lips.

"Hey baby. I'm sorry I almost got here too late, I-"

"Shh, your here now that's all that matters." I silenced him. He nodded with out saying a word. I guess it was obvious I didn't want to fight about this at the moment. "How was the show?"

He chuckled, "Are you really worried about the show?"

"I need to keep my mind off the fact that they are cutting me open like a frog or something." I rolled my eyes and his smile got bigger, the vibrant green I love returning to his eyes.

"Good. I walked off stage and found three text from you; the bun is ready!, you better get on a plane faster than I can push these out of my vagina." He stopped and smirked at me.

"Carly sent that one, I swear." I said trying not to laugh.

"Oh, that was my favorite one." If I had the energy to slap him I would. "And then, Harry these babies are coming. I also had five calls from both your mum and mine, so I bolted out of there. I didn't even tell the boys what was wrong until I got in the car and headed to the airport." He sighed and ran a hand over my hair again.

"I'm glad you got here when you did. I was about to go crazy pregnant ninja on everyone." I grinned up at him. He laughed and kissed me again.

"Okay, Alleah, you are going to feel some slight pressure and maybe some tugging." the doctor said.

I furrowed my eyebrows when I felt a tug and the sound of scissors snipping something. "Baby A is out." The doctor informed and Harry's grip on my hand tightened.

The doctor held the baby up over the curtain for me to see, and his next words got my heart beating a hundred miles an hour and the tears streaming down my face.

"It's a boy."

I turned to Harry with watery eyes and a big smile on my face. He has a look of shock on his face but a smile on it too that reached his eyes. I could see tears falling from his eyes too. I reached my hand up and cupped his cheek.

"You have a son." I smiled. Harry sniffed and nodded before kissing my palm. "Your a daddy." I whispered in a shaky voice.

"And your a mommy." He whispered back. His tried to smile but his lip was quivering too much. I felt another tug.

"And baby B is a..." I took a deep breath and waited for another little baby head to pop up and when it did the tears started once again.

"Girl."

Harry grabbed my face and kissed my lips hard.

"You have a little girl." I whispered knowing how happy he must be to have a girl too.

"We have a girl." He whispered back resting his head on mine. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the sounds of the doctors, the beeping of machines, the running water. I tried to focus on the cries of my two babies...one baby. The smile on my face soon faded and my happiness was replaced with worry.

"I only hear one. Harry why do I only hear one baby?" I rushed. My breathing started to pick up and my worry heightened. He squeezed my hand one last time before standing up and walking over somewhere. I heard some murmurs but I couldn't make out any words. When Harry came back he had fresh tears in his eyes, and they didn't look like happy ones. He leaned down and kissed my head but when he went to stand back up I grabbed his arm.

"Harry, what's wrong?" I tried to keep my voice even.

"I'll tell you when your all stitched up and not on the table." He said. I didn't want to think of all the problems that could have happened. So I just bit my lip and nodded my head. "I'm gonna go tell the family while they clean you up. I'll be right back." He kissed my lips once again and then walked out the doors.

At this point the only thing that mattered to me was walking out of here with both of my babies alive and well in my arms.