Harry’s POV
We made it to our flight just in time. We sat in first class while I kept my hand on Melissa’s stomach. For some reason I thought the baby was going to kick yet it hasn’t even begun forming yet. She wouldn’t get a baby bump until January! I was going to be a Dad! I refuse to not leave or go on tour or anything until this baby is born and doing well! I refuse!
“Harry, I feel so vulnerable. I don’t know why though.” Mel said looking at me.
“Because, Mel, you’re about to be carrying around our child for 9 months so you’re more likely to be nervous. You’ll do fine sweetheart!” I said giving her a kiss.
The plane took off and Melissa seemed fine while taking off. She wasn’t so nervous; I guess her mind was somewhere else. I can’t wait to find out what gender the baby is! Wait, I feel like having our baby be a surprise……should we not find out until the day comes?
The plane ride was longer than we expected. When we arrived back in Los Angeles we were greeted by a lot of fans and paparazzi. Melissa kept trying to cover her stomach but if the paparazzi noticed her doing such a thing they would know she was pregnant. Paul came running up and got us through. I hold Melissa’s hands down and she looked up at me confused.
“I’ll explain later.” I mouthed.
We got into the van and Melissa was still confused. “Why were you holding down my hands, babe?”
“The paparazzi will eat you up if they find out you’re pregnant! We have to wait and talk to Simon. He’ll find a way to calm down the press. In the meantime we get to stay in the house for a couple of weeks ordering out.” I laughed poking her in the stomach.
“We are going to be parents! Harry!” she hugged me.
I felt my cheeks get damp and I pulled away and wiped the tears from my cheeks. I was so happy I was crying and I still couldn’t believe that I was going to be a father. Melissa wiped away my tears and started laughing. “I love you.”
“I love you, too!” she said kissing me softly. She set her hands back on her tummy and I started tickling her a little and she kept laughing.
“If we have a daughter, she will develop your laugh!” I said still tickling her.
“If we have a son, he will get your curls and your eyes!” she smirked.
We arrived back at the house to be bombarded by paparazzi freaking out about the honeymoon.
“Where did you go?”
“Is Mody true?”
