Epilogue

Niall POV:

I stretched out in the bed whacking Harry in the face in the process. He didn’t stir which was a good sign. I must have really tired him out last night. The phone starts ringing downstairs and I bolt to the staircase, I was hoping I would get this call.

“Hello?”

“Is this Mr. Niall Horan?”

“Yes, yes it is.” I could barely contain myself, I had been looking into this for a while, Harry had no idea what any of it was about, he would be so happy.

“My name is Emilia Donovan from the Holmes Chapel Adoption Agency returning your call regarding your availability status.”

“Availability? You mean there is already a child for us?”

“Yes, she is from Russia and is about eleven months old, with the pictures you sent us we have already had her identify your husband and you as deedee and daadaa.”

“What you have got to be kidding me right now? We are really getting our daughter? A child? For us?”

“Yes we just need one of you to come down to Russia and pick her up and take her back to her home, her home with you.”

“How soon should I be there?”

“Head over to your computer I just faxed you your boarding pass.”

“Thank you so much.”

“No problem Mr. Horan, don’t forget your flight leaves in seven hours.”

“Goodbye!”

“Bye.”

I rush over to Harry’s wallet and snatch his company card, his platinum business one. His dad had signed over all of the Catalina’s in England and Ireland over to him since Harry wanted to be in the family business. Harry only had to go and check up on all seven restaurants, four in England and three in Ireland every three months. The rest of the time he stayed making a home with me. I had opened a bakery down the road where I make delicious food for everyone to eat. Business was booming there but now I had another thing to worry about, baby stuff.

I took his card and went onto the computer and bought bottles, diapers, cloths, a crib, a stroller, toys, winter clothes, summer clothes, pajama’s and last but not least a pink stuffed monkey. We had a spare room on the third floor with nothing in it, that would be her room. I had baby monitor’s ordered, pastel pink paint, and almost everything imaginable to baby proof the house. I thin I was ready, almost $30,000 later. Harry was going to flip, but it’s not like we didn’t have the money, we had millions upon millions, not even joking we were loaded. We lived in the town house because we both decided we want a life that is less superficial and more about each other and the family we were going to start.

I sign off the computer after putting everything on rush, meaning it would get here tonight. Harry was leaving to go on a trip for four days to do the restaurant check ups.

“Hey Niall!”

“Yeah love?” He must have been up, he walks down the stairs in his suit and briefcase in hand. He chopped off all of his hair though to look professional. His hair was slightly wavy all the way around with a little curl near the bangs which were cut a bit longer.

“Do you want to come with me on the trip?”

“I am sorry I cant, I am heading off to Russia for a few days.”

“Russia?????? Why the hell would you be going there?”

“There is a new delicacy out there, a one of a kind pastry which I would like to try and get for the bakery, but that means I have to go there and take a cooking class for two mornings to learn how to make them.” I lied, damn I was good.

“Oh okay, I see. I hope you bring back samples! I would love to try them.”

“For sure, anything for you Harry. Have a good trip love.”

“You too.” He said kissing me on the cheek then heading out the door to catch a cab.

I had about three hours to spare, I went down to the nearest baby store and bought a bottle, a diaper bag, and a little pink dress. I hope she would like it, I thought to myself.

I sat around the house getting ready for the delivery service to come by. When the doorbell rang I went to show them where the room is, and what to do, and where to put everything. They also took the liberty of baby proofing all the electrical outlets and sharp edges there may be so our daughter wouldn’t hurt herself. One of the men took out the stuffed monkey from a box. “Where does this go?” he asked me, “I’ll take it” I said. I would bring the monkey to Russia, so on the plane ride back she would have a toy to sleep with.

When my taxi finally arrived I hopped in gave the driver the address and off we went to the airport. I get all my things through custom, keep in  mind I only had the baby bag and a tiny duffel with a change of clothes, my wallet and my cell.

“Gate 22” the security officer said checking my pass.

“Thanks” I smiled and strode off to catch my flight.

The plane ride to Russia was long almost five hours. When I got off the plane I heads straight to the lobby where I saw a woman holding up a sign with my name on it.

“Hey I am Niall” I say shaking her hand.

“Linda, I will be your guide and translator.”

“Nice to meet you Linda, so where are we off to first?”

“The Russian adoption agency, where you need to fill out some forms, then to meet your daughter.”

We took a town car to the agency, it was a huge brown building on the outside and inside a very busy workplace. People were walking back and forth with files and documents sorting things out, while others were on the phone in what seemed to be rather important conversation. I was lead into a large office with a woman in a skirt suit holding a folder and waving me over. She tells me where to sign and I do so, making each stroke of the pen perfection.

“Perfect” Linda said.

“Congratulation you are now a father.”

I am lead down the hallway of the building to a room that has no label. The French doors swing open and I see a woman in a chair holding something. Her back is towards us so I cant see what she is holding. I walk up to see what it was and I trip on a loose floorboard. I hear a noise and look up to see a baby girl looking at me over the woman’s shoulder, giggling. She had brown curly hair, an olive complexion and ocean blue eyes that shone in the fluorescent lighting. Her hand s were grasping the air, grasping for something to hold onto, for me.

“Daadaa” she said giggling.

I broke right there, I’m in the middle of a different country collapsed on the floor and I am crying. I have finally seen why so many people want children, when you see them for the first time, their precious faces, filled with happiness. I wanted to see that everyday, and now I will, with Harry and my daughter, our little angel.

“Would you like to hold her?”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

I held her in my arms, her head resting against my shoulder, her eyes closed as she made small breathing noises, she was falling asleep. I thanked everyone for all the help and strings the must have pulled to make all of this possible. I had Linda take me and my unnamed daughter to the airport.

Before we were about to board the plane she gave me something.

“These are your legal documents and I there is a sheet in which you will write down her full name. You will need a witness and will have to take it to your government building so they have records, but otherwise you should be good.”

“Thanks so much Linda.”

“No problem Niall.”

The plane ride home was great, I gave her the pink monkey, her face lit up. She was probably thinking “oh this is for me?” and gave it a huge hug. She mostly slept in my arms the way there and didn’t fuss at all, she was a very calm and happy girl.

I headed off the plane with my bags carried by an assistant while I held her. I carried her with me into  a cab and she slept the whole ride home.

When I got home I opened the door and I saw the phone had been called a few times. I picked it up to catch the messages and Harry had called today, he was coming home in about two hours from now.  I went upstairs to see the bedroom. The walls were a soft pink, all the baby clothes were hung in the closet, and the crib was against a wall with a dangling propeller with little animals hanging over her crib. In the crib there were pink blankets and on the other side of the room was a diaper changing table with a railing around it so she wouldn’t fall. The other closet was filled with diapers, burping cloths and other towels. I headed downstairs and I looked into the fridge and pantry, shit I forgot the baby food, I had the formula for milk, but what about baby food? Did I even need baby food?

I took her into the car with me, placing her in a cute little car seat from Burberry. She was still sleeping when we got to the market. When I opened the car I heard a soft whimper, did she think I would actually leave her behind? I open the door nearest her and she smiled when she saw my face. I lifted her out of the seat and placed her in a nearby shopping cart, the one with the seat for babies. When I was in there I found some good baby books, and I asked another mother who was shopping saying around a year is when you start feeding baby food. When we were done and in the check out the cashier said to me.

“What a cute baby! Whats her name?”

“Ivy” I said, where did that come from, I never discussed a name. its okay, Ivy suited her.

When I got home I went to sit on the couch with Ivy after putting the groceries, she just sat on the carpet playing with her monkey the whole time. Then I heard the garage door open, Harry was home.

Harry POV:

I left a message on the phone cause no one answered, maybe Niall wasn’t at home yet? I pull into the garage get out of my car, lock it and closes the garage door. I open the door, the alarm isn’t on, maybe Niall is home. I head upstairs and I see something off, the guest room was painted pink, and there was furniture in it. I walk up to the room and see a bunch of baby things, wait when were we going to have a baby?

“Niall, you home?”

“Yeah upstairs.”

I walk up to our room and see Niall sitting in our rocking chair feeding a bottle to a curly haired baby.

“Niall who is this little cutie?”

“If you like it, her name is Ivy.”

“Ivy? That’s cute, who’s baby is this?”

“She is our baby Harry, we have a daughter now.”

“What? What do you mean  how did you get a baby?”

“Well, I had been in contact with an agency for a while, it was supposed to be a surprise. I actually went to Russia to pick her up.”

“Ivy Mae Styles” I said, that was the perfect name.

“I love it.”

“Perfect.”

“I am so happy you took the initiative to start a family for us. It means so much to me.”

“I am so glad, you are so wonderful Harry.”

“I cant believe you would do all this for me, this means the world to me Niall.”

I lean in to give them a hug and Ivy looks up to me and giggles, then she squeals “DeeDee!” I start to cry.

I couldn’t ask for anything more, the perfect husband the perfect baby, and the perfect life. This was more than I could ever fathom, this was heaven on earth.

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