Harry is coming home today.

It's hard to believe that only one month ago, we were snuggled up together at his church on Christmas Eve. And it was only 25 days ago that he proposed, yet it already feels like years have passed since that magical night. It's surreal to think that we've only really known each other for two months but I've never been more sure of anything in my life than the fact that Harry and I belong together.

Since Harry's meltdown in the hospital, he's had progressively better days. Frustration is a constant, but he's handling it better and slowly but surely, he's regaining his strength.

After that most frustrating day, Harry and I began to pray together in the mornings. When I would arrive at the hospital, we would hold hands and pray for his recovery, for our wedding plans, for Gemma and Mike, and for whatever else came to mind. Then we would thank God together for everything He had done for us. I love sharing a new level of faith with Harry. I feel closer to him and closer to God than I've ever felt in my life.

Dr. and Mrs. Styles have gone to get Harry from the hospital while I agreed to stay home and make dinner. I'm making his favorite dish, German sausage with potatoes and sauerkraut.

I'm finding the change of pace fun and relaxing. It's a welcome shift from the hyper-vigilant state we've maintained for the last three weeks. I check everything on the stove, and then I find the good china to set the table in the formal dining room. I carefully set out the dishes with places for Gemma and Mike, too.

This room and the sun porch are my two favorite rooms in the Styles' house. The dining room walls are the same kind of blue as the kitchen, but it's a darker, more comforting shade. A light wood wainscoting graces the bottom half of the walls and keeps the room from appearing too dark. The table is fairly plain, but the chairs are upholstered in a delicate paisley design with blues and greens that compliment the walls.

Finally, I sit at the table and wait to hear the car pulling into the garage. I close my eyes and eagerly await Harry's homecoming. His mind is back to normal, for the most part. His short-term memory may have some mild deficiencies, but that's it. Otherwise, Harry seems to have made it through this ordeal unscathed. He hasn't had significant improvement in his ability to walk yet, but that detail is overshadowed by overwhelming gratitude that he is alive and well.

I can't believe that I have also made it through the last several weeks. During moments when I thought I just couldn't go on, I somehow had the strength to keep moving. Despite the fact that I'm thrilled he's coming home today, I'm mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted. It's probably nothing that a weekend of sleep won't cure but tonight's dinner will be festive enough to keep my attention. After that, I assume that we will all try to get some much-needed rest.

I hear the car pull up and I run to the garage in my slippers. As soon as he steps out of the car, I grab him in the most ferocious hug and almost knock him over. "Oops, I'm sorry, Baby," I giggle, unable to contain my excitement.

"Easy," he gives me a playful warning and then pecks me on the lips.

"Welcome home, Mr. Styles," I grin.

"Welcome home to you too, future Mrs. Styles," he says and it suddenly seems odd that we're both in his home together for the first time. I savor the moment, staring unashamedly at his face and I notice how prominent his fine whiskers have become. I noticed they were growing in the hospital, but now that he's in front of me with his coat on, looking almost like the same man I'd met two months ago, the scruffy beard is much more noticeable.

I kiss his chin and nuzzle into the scruff, prompting a soft laugh from him. He gives me a squeeze in return and we head into the house.

Dinner has turned out perfect, I will proudly admit. Not only is the food fabulous, but the company as well. I have to laugh to myself when I remember the last time that the six of us were gathered around the table. Mrs. Styles was going on and on whether Harry was ready for a relationship or whether I was ready to care for him. I think I've more than proven my desire and my ability to care for him and I know, without a doubt, that I need him as much as he needs me. Truly, none of us could have gotten through the past few weeks without each other. Things have changed so drastically in such a short amount of time.

After dinner, we change into our pajamas and other comfy clothes and rendezvous in the living room for a movie marathon. I find it amusing and heartwarming that Harry is partial to romances and romantic comedies. I guess that's part of the fun of having gone through such a whirlwind romance - we'll still be discovering things about each other for a long time to come.

Harry chooses The Longest Ride first, one that I've never actually seen, so when the steamy, sexy parts come on, I'm not at all prepared. Everyone else sits through it like it's a kid's cartoon but I'm sweating bullets sitting so close to Harry and trying not to imagine the two of us in that particular scenario.

We take a short break to get some snacks and Harry leans in to tease me. "I saw you getting all squirmy and hot under the collar during that scene." He nudges his nose against my jaw and I laugh.

"You could have at least warned me," I tell him, blushing fiercely again.

"In a couple months, that will be us," he whispers and I smack his arm. "What?" He chuckles low and long. "You're not looking forward to that?"

"You know I am," I answer. "But I'd rather not think about it while we're sitting in the same room as your parents and your sister."

"I know, I'm sorry," he chuckles again. "So let's see, maybe we shouldn't watch Titanic next."

"Oh god, no!" I say, bursting into full-on laughter just as Gemma and Michael make their way back in.

"Popcorn's ready," Gemma announces. "What are you two laughing about?"

Harry stands up and stretches. "Oh, nothing. Kate just got a little embarrassed at the love scene in that movie."

"Harry!" Gemma and I both scold him.

"What's Harry done now?" Anne asks as she comes in.

"Nothing!" He asserts and Gemma gives him a dirty look.

"You're a brat," she tells her little brother.

I excuse myself to load up on popcorn and to drink a nice tall glass of ice water, hoping to cool the burn on my face.

Next up, we watch Safe Haven. Apparently, Harry has a thing for Nicholas Sparks stories. I had seen that one at least and the sex scene isn't nearly as unnerving, maybe because it's a little shorter, but also certainly because I anticipate it this time.

After the intense ending of Safe Haven, we decide on Love, Actually, but we all poop out about half an hour in, exhausted by the festivities and the late hour.

I go to Harry's room to say good-night once he's in bed. I sit on the edge, much the same way I had done every day in the hospital, except now there is no IV, no monitors and no possibility of being interrupted by nurses while we kiss good-night. I find myself wishing I could sleep on the edge of this bed with him, too, but I know I shouldn't.

"I'll miss you," I tell him with a funny little smile.

"I'll be all right," he smiles back and then, "I'll miss you, too. I'm so glad you're here, Katie."

"Me, too, Harry. There's no other place I'd rather be right now."

As I had suspected, we spend the entire weekend – all six of us, since Gemma and Mike are staying for the weekend, too – in our pajamas, sleeping late, watching movies and embarrassing Harry with the family's best stories. It is a beautiful bonding weekend, kind of like my formal initiation into the Styles family.

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Yay! Harry's getting better.

As always happens when I'm getting closer to the end of a story (this one will probably have around 32 chapters and Finding Niall is almost done, too), I'm laying the groundwork for new books. One of them is called "'Til Life Do Us Part" and it's a twist on the wedding vows because it's about a couple who are in love with each other but their timing stinks and they end up with other people. I have a few ideas for the cover, so would you help me choose by commenting next to your favorite design?

The first 2 are similar. I used some subtle photos for the background of the 2nd one since I'm planning to use Chris Pine and Gemma Arterton as the face claims for the 2 main characters, but they won't be "starring" in it and it won't be a fanfiction. Just to clarify.

Thank you so much! <3