Early (A Harry Styles Love Story)

Harry rocked his infant daughter gently, successfully managing to get the incredibly small infant to fall asleep. Dakota had yet to wake up, but the doctors had induced a coma hours after surgery. Apparently, the antibiotics that were being put through her system worked best when you were sleeping, so a coma would actually speed up the healing process. But, for Harry, three days was still a long time.

He set his daughter in her temporary cradle as she slept, and it made him smile. The two infants were so damn small, but they had been incredibly fussy, and both doctors and himself were amazed the premature babies were surviving, and thriving, off any medical machine. His son, Milo Greyson Styles, had gained one pound and three ounces in the past three days, and his daughter, Callaghan Ella Styles, had gained an even pound.

Amelia didn’t really understand why her mummy was sleeping, but she was absolutely in awe of her tiny baby siblings. She wouldn’t hold them, she was very adamant that she wouldn’t hold them until they were bigger than her baby doll. Harry had to agree with her on that, he himself was afraid to hold them when they were so damn small. But, both infants craved human interaction, so not holding them wasn’t really an option.

It was two minutes after ten when everyone arrived. Due to Dakota and Harry’s… fame so to speak, Dakota was in a private room, so Harry got to stay, and it was big enough for everyone to visit at once. A very bubbly Natalia skipped over first, and as if on cue, both infants awoke and began gurgling and reaching out for people. Of course, Harry and Natalia both obligied, Natalia picking up Callaghan and instantly began talking in a baby voice to the small human in her arms. Harry chuckled, and just gave Milo his fingers, which his son immediately began to grab at and swing around.

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Everyone stood to the side as the doctor inserted a needle into the stint that usually had the IV, then injected the clear liquid in the syringe into it. Without a word, he then left, leaving One Direction, Atti, Dani, Maddie, Natalia, Gemma, Harry’s mum and step-dad, Amelia, and the two infants in Atti and Niall’s arms to return to Dakota’s side and wait for her to wake up. Apparently, her body had bounced back insanely quickly, and the doctors could only guess that her immune system had aided in fighting the infection.

Soon, the young mother’s eyes fluttered opened, and the first thing she groaned was, “Coma my arse, you all are bloody talkative.” Everyone laughed and tension eased away as Dakota sat on her own, despite Harry moving to help, and she told him stubbornly, “I just spent two days lying down, I need to sit up. I’m fine, trust me.”

Amelia laughed at her mummy and scrambled up on a chair then to the bed and hugged Dakota, then informed her mother, “I been good big sissy.”

Dakota chuckled and hugged her daughter back, reassuring her, “I bet you have.”

Soon, Anne and Steven had taken Amelia to get lunch, and the others left to as well, to both eat and to give Harry and Dakota some time alone.

Dakota spoke first, answering the unasked question, “I felt like I was awake but I just couldn’t use my body for the past three days. But, I like their names.”

She was of course, referring to the names he had picked for their children. Dakota wouldn’t ever admit it, but she had named her daughter after Amy Pond from Doctor Who because it had been the last thing she saw before going into labor. So Harry would have had to pick their names anyway.

He grinned and replied, “Good, because it’s way too much paper work to change them. Do you want to hold one of them?”

Thank goodness Atti and Niall had remembered to put the babies down before they left, seeing as the other day the two had almost left with their god children still in their arms. Dakota grinned and nodded, and Harry pulled the two plastic cribs over. It was scary to move them, seeing as he could fit each in just one hand. The doctors were astounded that they could function without life support, something that tiny shouldn’t have been able to, their organs should have been cramped, and all sorts of things, but both children were healthy as could be.

As Harry carefully moved Milo, he told her, “Amelia said she isn’t going to hold them till they are bigger than the baby doll Louis bought her last month.”