16. #16 1 Year On
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOPE!" The boys and I yelled as Harry held Hope over the small cake I had made and blew out the '1' candles.
It was Hope's 1st birthday. 1 year since we all thought she was gonna die because of all the trauma I went through whilst in labour and the fact that she was 3 month premature.
Harry and I decided to call her Hope. Hope Amelia Styles. As we all sat in the waiting room, 3 days after her birth and not being told anything, not a single word, my nurse/midwife told me to keep hope. And that's how she was named. She was kept in hospital for 2 months in a incubator before we were allowed to take her home, but here we are... 1 year on.
I put Hope on my hip and bounced her for a while, making her feel sleepy. Not even 5 minutes later, her head was draped on my shoulder, her soft snores sound in my ear.
"I'm gonna put her to bed ok guys" I said as I left the room and walked up the stairs and Harry followed me. I placed her in her cot looking at her adorable face, puckered lips and long eyelashes. She had her dads eyes and curly brown hair but somehow she was like me. Whenever she heard music she would rock herself side to side along in time with the music. Harry said she was going to be dancer like me when she grew older.
"How did we get so lucky?" I said out of the blue.
"I got you" He replied wrapping his arms around me.
And that's when I knew in that moment that this life, the one I was living was meant to be. I was meant to have met Harry, and married him after having his child, and danced in front of thousands of people.
Life well spent I'd say.
A/N This is the end :( Thank you everyone who has read. commented, liked or favorited this story and the book before. There won't be another story I'm afraid, however I will be posting a sequel after this. Thank you once again...
Love you all <3