Pregnancy Tests

Twenty

I finished my shower and saw that twenty minutes have gone by. I called to see if Harry was home yet. Nope.

I went to my room (no we aren't sharing a room) and rummaged through my pajama drawer.

I pulled on a pair of underwear and a sports bra (I hate no bra, especially with my boobs getting big). I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

Four more months.

I pulled on my soft fleece pajama pants and a tank top. After brushing my hair, I grabbed a book and lied down in bed.

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I must've fallen asleep because I woke up to the sound of someone stumbling into the house.

1:17 AM.

I've been asleep for about four hours.

I climbed out bed, found a sweatshirt and went downstairs.

I found Harry in the kitchen.

"Harry?" It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the light. "What the hell is wrong with you? It's one in the morning!"

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?" He was unbalanced and had a slight lisp.

"Ar-are you drunk?"

"No." he answered quickly.

"Harry you don't look ok. Let's get you to bed, we can talk in the morning." and I meant it. I was pretty pissed that he came home drunk in the middle of the night, but he looked pretty bad.

"I'm perfectly fine! And we are going to talk about this now!"

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