Elise going through a very long and painful labor and cursing at harry and telling him this is all his fault and harry just takes it and is so supportive bc Elise is about to make him a dad ♥️
He’d just take whatever she has to say, both good and bad, he’d shrug off the cussing and the groans of hating him, he knows it is just in the heat of the moment, he knows she doesn’t mean anything that she is saying. She is just exhausted.
“I hate you,” She mumbles, squeezing his hand, her other one digging into the bed as she shuts her eyes,
“And I love you,” He whispers, using his free hand to push a few strands away from her forehead, “Breathe Elise, you’re doing great.” He assures her for the fourteenth hour, “Just a little bit longer,”
“You said that four hours ago!” She cries, releasing her hand, giving his hand to breathe and wiggle enough to gain a bit of feeling to it.
“I know, I am sorry,” He sighs, taking the time to shake his fingers the best he can, soon she will have his hand gripped again.
He doesn’t mind, he can take it.
He gives her a sympathetic glance, leaning down and kissing her forehead as she is breathing and relaxed for a moment.
“Fuckin’ hate you, we are not having more kids, this is it. Fuck, this is your damn fault.” She grumbles, “We had to have a baby, we just couldn’t get a dog, you had to get me knocked up.” .. “Damnit, make it stop, this is your fault, deal with it.” She whines, her hand back in his as she clutches it long and hard.
“I love you,” He repeats over and over again, attempting to be the best moral support system he possibly can be. “You’re doing so-”
“Tell me I am doing great one more fucking time I will rip your hand away.“
"You’re doing amazing,” He grins,
“You twat,” she finally cracks a small smile, “Your child is so fucking stubborn, it is definitely yours,"
"Yeah, no doubt, darling.” He smirks, nodding his head, his eyes lighting up when Elise is given the cue to push. “Just a few pushes, you can do this. I’m right here, come on, squeeze the hell out of my hand a few more times, and we can see our baby."
"Your speeches are so fucking annoying,"
"I know,” he agrees, “You’ve got this. It’ll be over soon,” he assures her, continuing to coach her for the last few minutes until the baby arrives.