(all of you freaking out bc you thought I forgot about Harry and Delilah, tsk tsk... but here is TWO scenes, bc I couldn't really decide which one was better. I'm pretty indecisive, but I don't think any of you will mind two, right? they're kind of drafts, I guess, and both revolve around the same topic, if that makes sense. they're both about a full chapter length, so this part will be long... hope y'all don't mind x)

FIRST DRAFT (three months after Delilah's hospital visit)

I WOKE UP to the sound of Harry cursing under his breath, peeling my eyes open enough to see him holding his foot while switching on the light. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut again and pulling the blanket over my head.

"How could you do this to me?"

"I think I broke my toe from hitting it on the nightstand."

"You didn't answer my question."

"You don't care if I broke my toe?"

"If you didn't get out of bed, you wouldn't have broken your toe." Finally, I peeked out over the blanket, squinting against the light. "Is your toe broken?"

Harry frowned, feeling it for a moment, then he shook his head.

"Good, because now you can turn the light back off."

"It's almost eleven, babe."

"I'm trying to find a point in that sentence, and I just can't."

He chuckled, switching the light off only to walk over and tug open the curtains. He crawled into bed on his side, shifting to where his back was to me and he laid his head down on my hip. "My original resting spot has been stolen," he remarked, his hand on my stomach.

Instinctively, my hand fell onto his. "I don't think it would hurt him."

Just yesterday I had gone for an ultrasound and found out the gender. Harry and Mom had gone, both of them appearing more excited than I was, and I was pretty excited.

He blinked up at me, looking a bit sleepy still but a relaxed smile stretched across his lips. He leaned over, placing a kiss in the middle of my stomach over the blanket. Then, he glanced up at me. "Have you forgotten what today is?"

I furrowed my eyebrows, staring back at him while drawing a blank. "Apparently."

"Delilah," he gasped mockingly. "For shame."

I thought a little harder, then my eyes widened. "Oh my goodness, it's cuddle day!"

He laughed, but the sound cut off when I quickly scooted out from under him, scurrying to gather an outfit for the day.

"I think I've just been dethroned from cuddling," he said, sitting up to look at me. "Are you going to leave me for one of them?"

"Harry," I said, giving him a look as if my excitement should be no-brainer; and it should be. "We're talking about cuddling baby tigers. You can't always be first."

He pouted. "But I like being first."

In the middle of buttoning my jeans, I pecked his lips. "You can be first again tomorrow."

He hooked his finger through one of the belt loops to keep me from moving. "What about after the cub session? Tomorrow seems a bit drastic."

I pressed my lips together as if the decision were a difficult one. "We'll see."

April weather was always weird. It could be a bit nippy to a bit scorching in between days, so I met in between with my jeans, a t-shirt and a light sweater with my sandals. Lacy had gotten me to buy them a few weeks ago, saying every girl needed at least one pair. They were simple enough and surprisingly comfortable, not to mention quick to put on.

That same day, she'd bought Nathan a Winnie the Pooh onesie with a hood and everything. When I told her there was no way he would wear it, she had grinned and said she would send me a picture.

Two nights later, I got the picture.

Harry and I laughed for a good fifteen minutes, and we bring it up every time we see him.

After I was dressed, I went to fix a bowl of cereal. I recently found out they made fruit loops with marshmallows, sort of like Lucky Charms, but a hundred times better. It was currently my addiction, and most times I had it for breakfast and dinner.

Harry came into the kitchen, buttoning up a fresh shirt. There was a weird look on his face I couldn't quite identify, especially after his playfulness just a few moments ago. I raised my eyebrows at him, my spoon halfway to my mouth, but he just shot me a small smile and got the orange juice out the fridge.

"Are you upset about not being first?" I asked, only partially teasing.

He shook his head, chuckling. "I'm not upset, Delilah. And especially not about that. I know tiger cubs are a big deal."

"You look upset."

"I'm fine, love. I'd tell you otherwise," he promised, bending down to kiss my cheek.

Not totally convinced, I debated a moment on whether or not to pursue the subject. I decided to drop it, taking his word for it. Maybe I just read too far into the glint in his eyes. I just wanted to make sure he was happy.

The zoo was a bit crowded, but most were there simply for the tiger show and didn't have the extra access like Harry and I. For the show, we sat somewhat in the middle of the stands, having a decent view of the caged area where they'd bring the adult animals out. Every time I'd gone to one before, the tigers would do tricks and circle the fence and let the handlers, well, handle them. Practically hugging.

I had always envied that, and I was actually going to get my chance.

When the show was over, the people with backstage passes, so to speak, were called down and led around the large cage to an area with numerous ones. We were told not to approach the adults roaming in their individual cages, but that was an obvious request. They were all settling down for a nap anyways.

Harry was somewhat quiet, chewing the inside of his cheek as he looked around. I grabbed his hand, which brought his eyes to me and I looked at him in concern. But he just kissed my forehead and kept walking.

The staff member at the head of the tour was named Bethany. She talked about how sweet the cubs were and how friendly, and that even most of the adult tigers enjoyed being around people.

We came up to a chained fence enclosing about four cubs, the area broad with plenty of room to move about. There were only about seven of us on the tour: another couple, a mother, her daughter and her son, then Harry and I. Bethany ran over some precautions about interacting with the animals, what to do and not to do. There were a few other staff members inside the fence that would supervise each interaction.

I was practically bursting. As soon as we stepped foot inside the enclosure, the cubs sniffed around our feet and rubbed against our legs like a house cat would do.

There were two white tigers and two bengals. One of the white ones sat down by my feet, and I carefully scratched behind it's ears. Bethany came up and said her name was Lilly. Shocked and in disbelief that it was basically the stuffed animal Harry gave me (except this Lilly was very much alive), I looked up to see if Harry heard but he wasn't there.

Frowning, I scanned the area. The other couple were playing with a bengal tiger on the other side of the field. The small family were playing with the other white and bengal tigers. The staff members were talking with each group.

I didn't see Harry.

How on earth had he just disappeared?

I turned back to the cub when she bumped her head into the side of my leg. I hesitated a moment before sitting cross-legged on the grass, still trying to search for Harry, but the cub was attached to me.

It was amazing.

Just when I was contemplating getting up to look for him, he popped up out of nowhere and sat beside me. I gave him a bewildered look, and yet again he tried to smile. But this time it looked uneasy, like he was nervous.

To take my attention off him, he pointed at the cub, who was sniffing around him. "Does it have a name?"

"Lilly," I told him. "And she looks just like that stuffed tiger, doesn't she? What are the odds..."

He seemed surprised, running his hand down her back. "I think she likes you," he noted when Lilly once again laid down in front of me, her back against my shins.

"I'm never leaving," I whispered to him dramatically.

He laughed.

Bethany said, "She likes it when you rub her belly. Lilly has always been more of a puppy than a feline, truthfully."

I did so, her soft fur running through my fingers. "Fair warning, I might steal her."

"I've been tempted myself," Bethany replied, giggling.

I took a few pictures to send to Mom and Lacy, who both demanded for them. "Where were you?" I asked Harry while sending the pictures.

When he didn't answer, I glanced up at him and his cheeks were red. "Just chatting with one of the staff."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "You're a horrible liar. Lying isn't in your blood, Harry."

Bethany cut in, almost like she was helping him out. "Do you want to feed her?" She looked to me.

I stared at Harry a little longer, who avoided my eyes, then sighed and met Bethany's gaze. "Sure."

I followed her over to a small storage room where a shelf held cans of formula. Bethany mixed one in a bottle, informing me that the cubs still had a couple more months until they could eat meat. I didn't mind. The bottle thing was way cuter.

On our walk back, there was a new staff member speaking to Harry that wasn't in the enclosure before. He had dark hair yet pale skin and baffling blue eyes. I had never seen him before, but they were conversing as if they were friends.

When I was standing next to him, he confirmed my thoughts. "Delilah, this is Eric. He was one of the first people I met when I moved here."

Eric smiled, holding out his hand. "Nice to meet you, Delilah."

"You too," I said, returning both gestures of kindness.

"He helped me get the tickets for today," Harry admitted.

"Thank you."

"It wasn't a problem."

Harry was shuffling from foot to foot, Eric was almost smirking, and Bethany looked a little bit amused. I was so confused with the whole ordeal, that I tried to just focus on my furry child instead.

I kneeled back down with the bottle in my hand while Bethany instructed me to simply hold it still and Lilly would know what to do. When the cub lifted her head to the bottle, the sunlight reflected off something metal around her neck. I hadn't seen it when I was petting her earlier, and I leaned closer for a better look.

My heart stopped as everything started to make sense.

I even dropped the bottle out of disbelief.

I slowly lifted the chain from around Lilly's neck, then looked up at Harry.

He licked his lips, still appearing anxious as he held out his hand to help me to my feet. He gave it a squeeze.

Then he dropped to one knee.

He let out a nervous laugh and looked down. "I actually had a little speech prepared, but I can't remember any of it, so I guess I'll wing it." He finally managed to meet my gaze, his eyes holding every affectionate emotion possible. "We haven't been together long, but every moment with you keeps me wanting more. The other day when you talked about turning the guest room into a baby room, something just clicked; I knew I wanted to have a family with you.

"I also knew I wanted to wake up to your smile every day until we're old and barely remembering anything. But I know I'll always remember your smile. I know I'll always try to be the one that puts that smile on your face. So, Delilah..."

He took the ring (still on the chain) out of my hand, holding it up with his hands shaking. "Will you be the one that puts a smile on my face by marrying me?"

My head couldn't wrap around the idea of how passionate he was, how in love. Maybe it was too soon for an engagement, but it would be a promise of his passion, of his love. His passion and love for me, his passion and love for the baby.

And Harry Styles didn't break promises.

I could tell he was getting more and more anxious with my silence, so I let a grin break out onto my face, giving his hand still in mine a squeeze, and quietly breathed the answer, "Yes."

SECOND DRAFT (seven months after Delilah's hospital visit)

-HARRY STYLES-

I WAS FREAKING out majorly. It was four in the morning when Delilah woke, saying it was time. At first I simply thought she meant time to wake up, but then the alarm clock caught my eyes and everything started to make sense.

I never jumped out of bed so fast in my life.

I was jittery with excitement and nervousness as I drove to the hospital, not obeying the speed limit in the least bit. Delilah was trying to level her breathing in the passenger seat, her eyes shut with her hand on her stomach.

The baby was early, which the doctor predicted because of how Delilah used to be unhealthy. She had saved the baby, but the downfall would be that the baby girl would be premature. That made my nerves climb even higher. Her due date wasn't for another two months.

As soon as we got there, I darted into the lobby to exclaim my girlfriend was going into labor. The nurses had jolted into action, one getting a wheelchair and the other jogging after her. They helped Delilah into it, and the journey through corridors began.

I thought Delilah was going to tug my hand right off my arm from squeezing it so tightly.

The nurses came in and out checking on her, as did the doctor who would be delivering the baby. The doctor made sure we were aware of the risks for premature birth, which only made Delilah grip my hand impossibly tighter and my nerves to skyrocket impossibly higher.

I sent a silent prayer to the Big Guy upstairs.

An hour passed since we got to the hospital. I called Delilah's family after she requested it, and they all came in to greet her. Nathan was fascinated by the machine that recorded Delilah's contractions, and to be honest, it was sort of cool. Not for her, obviously.

"Oh, that's a big one!" said Nathan with wide eyes.

Delilah had my hand in one of hers and the bed rail in the other. "Don't I know it," she muttered through her teeth.

Her mother was trying to give her breathing tips and such, and her dad was telling Nathan to knock it off.

"But it's weird and awesome at the same time," he argued.

Her father smirked. "We should get you one of those labor simulator things."

"Hell no! I didn't say I wanted to experience it."

Her father waved him away. "Is anyone hungry? I didn't get the chance to eat before Mandy dragged me out of the house."

He volunteered to go down and get food, and Nathan went with him. I strangely felt guilty that they had to go get me a snack, but they both said I should stay with Delilah because the baby could come at any moment.

And hardly two minutes after they left, she did.

***

We hadn't gotten to see her long. Her breathing hadn't been normal. Something about her lungs not yet fully developed. The nurses tried to assure us that her survival rate was strong, but Delilah was crying. She didn't even get the chance to hold her.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't on the brink of tears, but I was trying to keep it together for Delilah, and trying to think positively.

Delilah had her face buried in my chest, clutching my shirt. I smoothed down her hair, whispered it would be okay, kissed the top of her head--anything to help calm her down. One of the nurses stayed in the room, making sure Delilah was all right and attempting to offer her assurances once more.

Delilah's mom, who had been in the room, was pale and sitting in the corner, unmoving, silent.

Nathan and her father returned, both looking equally grim but also trying to comfort like I was doing.

I lost track of how long the doctor had been gone with her.

"She's not coming back, is she?" whispered Delilah, her eyes red and her face streaked with tears.

"Don't talk like that, baby," I mumbled, rubbing her back.

The room had fallen into a gloomy silence, and even the nurse excused herself because her eyes were watering.

A while later, there was finally a knock on the door, and the doctor entered with her bundled in his arms.

A fresh wave of sobs took over Delilah, but this time she was smiling ear-to-ear, laughing in relief as the doctor handed her over.

She was beautiful.

Her eyes were open and they were a dark blue. She had fuzzy black hair atop her head, standing up towards the back. A little button nose, small lips, frail fingers that loosely wrapped around Delilah's.

"Olivia," she whispered, glancing up at me with watery eyes. "She's definitely an Olivia."

***

The next day I had gone home to bring back some of Delilah's things so she could shower and wear her own pajamas instead of a nightgown. I also had to get something myself, but I made sure I wasn't gone too long.

Delilah was standing at Olivia's makeshift hospital crib when I came in, her arms folded across her chest and a loving smile on her lips. She still took my breath away every time I saw her. To think we'd been together for over a year, yet I fell in love with her again and again each day.

I walked up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and laying my chin on her shoulder. I pressed a kiss to her cheek, then gazed down at the sleeping beauty.

"I was thinking," she said quietly. "Olivia Evie Styles. It's different, but I think it's pretty. What do you think?"

It's time...

"I think we should make that official," I replied.

It took Delilah a moment to catch on, and when she did, she gasped, spinning around so fast I had to take a step back with a nervous laugh.

I reached into my pocket and got down on one knee.

"You don't need to hear a speech about how much I love you because I remind you every day."

Delilah had her hands over her mouth, and I hoped it was out of happiness and not because she felt bad about rejecting the proposal.

"Delilah, will you marry me?"

Thank God, it was out of happiness.

She let out a small laugh, cupping my face in her hands which made me rise to my feet. She pressed her lips to mine and whispered, "Yes."