I laid in bed staring at the ceiling. It was December 23, my birthday and I had strict orders that I could not leave my bedroom until I was told. I had been extra tired this past week, that I didn't mind. I yawned curling up, and I found myself dozing off again.

I woke up to Harry kissing my cheek softly, "Margarita. Wake up birthday girl."

I smiled softly and opened my eyes, "Mmm, morning."

"Morning baby, come on, follow me." He smiled and I stretched, slowly making my way into a seated position. He helped me stand up and we made our way into the living room.

It had been filled with balloons and yellow and white daises everywhere. The kitchen table was set ready for breakfast, and everyone was sat already. I took a deep breath and smiled, holding back some tears as I noticed they set a place for my mom. My first birthday without her. How quickly it had come, and I hated knowing I had so many more to spend without her.

I reached and held Harry's hand tightly, and we walked over and sat with everyone.

"Thank you. All of you. Sweetest birthday ever." I smiled softly and we began eating.

"How does it feel to be another year older?" Becca teased.

"Honestly, exhausting." I giggled softly.

"You are only as old as you let your mind be dear." Anne said and smiled.

"I don't know. My knees and ankles say otherwise." Harry joked and I couldn't help but laugh.

"So, Maggie, Becca was telling us, that you begin Christmas celebrations on Christmas Eve?" Anne added.

"Well, that's like, our Christmas. Christmas Day is basically just the day we recuperate from the night before." I smiled softly.

"Gemma and I were talking, and we wanted to do that, tomorrow. If that's okay? We can dress up and have Christmas Eve dinner, count down the hours and open presents at midnight." Anne smiled. I knew she was doing this to help us cope without our mom. It truly meant the world.

"Anne, that would be lovely, but I don't want us to impede on your family traditions."

"Maggie. You are our family. You and Becca. We are just mixing up everything in a pot. We can find ways to incorporate both." Anne smiled warmly at us, and I couldn't help but cry. Becca quickly wiping away tears.

"Thank you Anne. Maggie and I truly appreciate you." Becca smiled, reaching out and squeezing Anne's hand.

"Well then it's settled, tomorrow will be our first Styles Santiago Christmas tradition."

"I like the sound of that." Harry said, smiling stupidly at me, before I leaned up and kissed his chin softly.

—

Becca and Harry helped clean up, while Gemma and Anne left to the store to buy everything for tomorrow. I excused myself to use the restroom.

I scrolled through my phone as I went, stopping and watching a couple of videos as I did. I reached over and placed the phone on the sink.

I quickly wiped myself, and as I went to grab more toilet paper, I noticed a small drop of red on my hand. I wiped it with my finger and instantly froze.

Blood. No.

I stood up and looked into the toilet, it was filled with blood. Blood that was now dripping down my legs, falling into my underwear and pajama pants. I felt myself panic, quickly grabbing toilet paper and rolling it into a giant wad, holding it against myself

I tried to steady my breath, as tears began rolling down my face. All of a sudden, I heard a yell. Someone screaming for Harry. It took me a minute to register it was me.

Harry's POV

"You know Harry, you've surprised me, kinda." Becca said helping me store away the extra food.

"How so?" I raised an eyebrow at her.

"You've been less smug. And smartassy since my sister found out about the baby. I mean, also, in my fan crazed mind, this is how I pictured you to be as a dad, but it just, you've completely melted." She laughed and I couldn't help but join.

"To be honest, I think if it was anyone else, other than your sister. I would of been a bit mad. Scared even. I just, I look at her though, and the fact it's her, just makes it so much better." I said sticking the containers in the fridge.

I walked over and began washing some of the dishes, Becca and I agreeing to splitting them.

"Well, I'm glad you weren't an ass about it. I definitely wasn't ready to hate you." We both laughed.

Then I heard it. The most terrible scream followed by Maggie calling out to me. It all happened so fast I couldn't process it. I heard the plate fall and break on the floor and Becca's footsteps following behind me.

I ran and pushed the bathroom door open, there stood Maggie. The most terrified look in her eyes. I glanced around, blood in the toilet, dripping down her legs. I instantly felt the panic. I pulled open the towel cabinet and pulled one out, moving her hand and replacing it with the towel, holding it against her. I took the wad of bloody toilet paper from her and threw it in the toilet.

"Harry, what do I do?" I heard Becca yell at me.

I couldn't think. I froze and just stared at Maggie, who I knew was also waiting for an answer.

"Guys we are back, mum forgot her wallet." I heard Gemma call out.

Without even thinking, I heard myself call out for the only person that could help me sort myself, "Mum! Mum, please, bathroom. Mum." I heard the panic in my voice, and the look on my mum's face the moment she got to us brought me to tears.

"Gemma, call 999, now!" My mum called out, then turning to Becca, "Get me underwear for your sister. Go."

She walked over to me as I held the towel to Maggie, she held Maggie's face, "Are you in any pain?"

Maggie looked at her, and just stared before I felt her go weak in my arms.

"Maggie!" We both called out, and I grounded myself holding her weight against me.

"They are on their way. What can I do mum? How can I help?" Gemma said, panic in her voice.

"Help me get this off."

Gemma was quickly at my mum's side helping her remove Maggie's pants and underwear, cleaning up her legs.

The rest felt like a blur. The paramedics. The ride to the hospital. All I could hear, were Maggie's cries of "I'm sorry" when the doctor finally told us.

Our baby girl was gone.