You were midst delivering your first child, you made a plan that you'd have a home birth. You had Harry, Anne, and your midwife supporting you through labor. You were in the little inflatable pool. You were leaning over the edge of the pool breathing through your contractions as they continued to get closer. Harry held onto your hand as you squeezed it. "You're doing so good, darling. You're so strong. Just keep breathing." He comforted you as he moves the hair out of your face before kissing your forehead. "I've got you.." He was whispering affirmations and words of encouragement in your ear trying to soothe you.
It wasn't too long after you were delivering your child welcoming a beautiful, baby boy into the world.