This is the Bonus Chapter of 1D Fiction(One Direction Fic). Just little things but really SWEET. Guys, Hope you like it.

Tall people choose to run up the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator. Right now Harry was in no mood to wait for anything. A few minutes after the plane landed at the airport. The phone suddenly rang, causing him to rush to the hospital.

The syringe is injected into the skin. Amita felt a slight pain, but that feeling gradually disappeared because of the anesthesia. Several minutes later, beads of sweat began to form on his face. She is about to do the greatest thing in life.

Harry gasped in front of the delivery room before quickly changing into the green clothes the doctor had given him. He was helpless, completely agitated, but the smile on the face of the woman he loved brought him back to his senses. The soon-to-be father smiled back. Soon, her smiling face turned into a pained expression.

A pair of beautiful hands gripped the cloth tightly. I'll just stand there. He can't do it.

"doctor! Can I hold her hand?” The doctor nodded. Harry held her hand. Gently rubbed it with the thought that it would relieve the pain. It is said that women are the weaker sex. He completely objected. When giving birth, they must exert enormous strength, which may be greater than the weight of a man.

Plus he had to endure pain that he didn't even know if he could handle it or not. The squeeze marks are now good evidence. Think about something for a moment. Harry's hand squeezed as tight as possible. It felt like her nails were digging into his skin too.

Strangely, he didn't know the slightest pain. Only the cries of a baby entered my ears. Now they're both actually parents.

“My son.” The birth attendant placed the child next to the mother. The last thing she saw was a red-haired child with dark brown hair lying next to her. Amita smiled and closed her eyes.

Harry walked back and forth between the mother and baby's bed all day and all night. His son is perfectly healthy. But the mother had been lying still all day. Even though the doctor said it was normal. But his low pulse made him extremely worried.

He held her hand again, but this time it was colder than before. I don't know where the strength within me has gone.

“Amy, your nail marks are on my hand. You have to wake up and get your wound treated.”

“Didn't you say that you would always have me by your side? Isn't lying like this called breaking the promise?”

Clear water flows from the eyes. which she had never seen before

“The child is right there. He is waiting for us to name him.”

“Please, please, please wake up and act as a wife and mother to my children as you intended.”

And it seemed like Harry's efforts were paying off. He heard a soft voice coming from the mouth of his beloved woman.

“Cold,” Amita said, her voice so soft and hoarse that Harry had to bring his ear closer to hear it more clearly.

He moved the blanket. Then went to adjust the air conditioning. Make her less cold

“Mom,” the girl tried to open her eyes. She saw only a blurred image in front of her. But because of their strong bond, they knew that the person walking around the bed was their own husband.

“Harry,” the voice was soft but the person who was calling could hear it. Harry immediately ran back to the bed. One hand holding her hand The other hand gently stroked his hair. “I'm here, I'm right here, darling. Since you were giving birth to our child,” he finished speaking and pressed his lips to her forehead.

"Baby," Amita tried to push herself up onto the bed with Harry's help. Even though I'm cold and have a stomach ache But she wanted to see the face of her own child.

“Daddy will take Henry to see you.” Harry picked up his son gently. Then he walked towards the bed where Amita was sitting.

"There's only one name that pops into my head. What do you think? If I name my child Henry?" The mother only smiled and nodded in agreement. Just as Harry was about to hand the baby over to her to hold. Severe abdominal pain suddenly appeared. To the point of having to press the emergency call button for nurses and doctors to come in and check on the condition.

Harry saw tears flowing from Amy's eyes. He wanted to help, but Henry couldn't stop crying.

“Oh, don't cry, child. Your mother is a talented person. Your mother will soon be gone. Henry, smile.” Harry held the baby and moved it around. Try to make him stop crying.

“That's it, that's it,” Harry was delighted when the child stopped crying and smiled as he told him. So he pretended to sound like a child. In case it would help her hurt less. “Mother, Henry smiled as Daddy said. Your mother must be lost.”

Pain is just one part But what was even more painful and brought tears to my eyes was that the child was only a few centimeters away from her. But Amita couldn't touch him. How can you be called a mother like this?

“The doctor will give you more food to eat. You waste a lot of energy and blood. So the pressure is low. Abdominal pain is due to uterine contractions. We will teach you how to massage.”

"Teach me, I'm ready," Harry rushed in immediately. He complied quickly. His fingers gently pressed and kneaded Amita's abdomen. Just a few days Her condition improved. until the doctor allowed him to go home And her dream of holding her child came true. Henry was now asleep with his eyes closed in his mother's embrace.

“I'm really a father now. Don't forget your promise to call me Daddy." Harry grabbed the steering wheel and got ready to drive off.

“No, it doesn't sound right. Calling Harry the same is fine. As for Daddy, let him call you,” Amita, who was holding Henry, said back.

“Oh, you broke your promise. I want you to call me that because other people will know that you are a special person. No one can call me this but you.”

“Harry, listen, wasn't it the name that brought us together? Isn't it because of this name that makes us love each other? And it's because of this name, isn't it, that makes us become one family?”

"but…"

“No matter what I call you. Amy will love only Harry. Amy will belong to Harry alone.”

“Forever?” Emerald green eyes looked at him expectantly.

“Yes, always,” she replied, her voice firm in the affirmative. That made him smile happily.

“And this Harry will love only Amy. Harry will belong to Amy alone, forever…” Finishing, he kissed Amita on the cheek and kissed Henry's forehead. before driving away

-The End-

“All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.”

― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre