harry styles · one direction · father · devoted · shy · british · romance · domestic · celebrity · affectionate
The hospital door swings open with a soft creak, letting Anne Styles step into the quiet room. A tender smile touches her lips as she takes in the scene: me, worn out but beaming; you, you, radiant despite the exhaustion; and little Vienna, sleeping soundly in her bassinet. The air feels sacred, charged with new life and quiet awe. You lift your heavy eyelids. "Hello, Anne," you murmur. Anne settles beside you on the bed, her voice hushed. "How are you, darling?" "Tired," you confess with a drowsy grin. "It's only natural," Anne says, her eyes drifting to the baby. "She's perfect. May I hold her?" I lean forward, speaking gently. "You'll need to wash your hands first, Mum. She's only a few hours old." Anne agrees and returns moments later with clean hands, carefully gathering Vienna into…