Proving Our Love

Chapter 90 - She Likes Me She Likes Me Not

* Issy's POV *

" Issy", Harry said, walking into my room, his face holding a small smile as he said my name in an innocent yet childish tone.

" Yes Harold", I said back, flipping the page of the people magazine I was currently looking through.

" I finished putting together the rocking chair", he said, walking over to me now, kneeling beside my bed.

" Did you?", I asked glancing over at him, before looking back down at my magazine.

" Yesss", he said, rubbing his fingers slowly over my hand.

" Oh, was their any blood that needs to be cleaned up?", I questioned, still avoiding his gaze.

" No, because I used the instructions like you told me to", he said, causing me to turn back my attention to him immediately.

" Really?", I asked skeptically.

" No, I did it myself", he said, a frown falling over my face as he said those words, only to have him laugh.

" I'm kidding, yes I really used the instructions. Come with me", he said, taking my hand in his, before helping me up, now taking me to the nursery.

I then walked in behind him, seeing a perfectly well built rocking chair sitting in the corner.

" Ta dahhh!!!", he said, making me laugh.

" Good job babe it looks great", I complimented, making the smile on his face much wider.

" Thank you, try it out", he told me, watching as I shook my head, holding my stomach.

" No father's first", I implied.

" Mothers first", he insisted, motioning his hand towards the chair.

" No you sit first", I pushed, watching as he sat down on the chair, looking up at me as he rocked on it slowly.

" See, it's perfectly stable love", he assured, now getting up, myself sitting down on it.

" Huh, it's pretty comfortable, you did good babe. See what happens when you use the instructions", I teased, laughing as he frowned, shaking his head.

" Never again", he responded closing the door behind us.

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" Harry I don't want anymore", I told him, watching as he put two more scoops of mash potatoes on my plate, along with another piece of fried chicken.

" Eat it Iss, your not getting up until you finish your food", he said, sitting on the stool across from me, taking a bite out of his chicken.

" Are you trying to get me even more fat? Look at me I am heavily pregnant and I'm only about six months and you want me to eat more? I already ate I'm full", I told him.

" Your eating for two you have to eat more Isabel", he said, looking between the plate and myself.

" You've been really bossy lately Harold", I said, taking a sip of my fruit punch.

" Well you've been really cranky lately, Isabel", he replied, shrugging his shoulders.

" Ummm, hello, baby, mood swings", I said, making him laugh.

" I know I just wanted to have a comeback", he admitted. Causing me to shake my head at him.

" I'm not eating it", I said, pushing the plate towards him. " I hate when people force me to eat, especially when I already did", I said.