Begin Again [Harry Styles Fanfic]

Another Perfect Day

I sat on the exam table kicking my legs nervously. I should've brought a coat. Or a sweater. Or just stayed in bed. It was absolutely freezing and this plastic/paper combination was not helping much. The fan whirred above us and I glared up at it. Were they trying to freeze a bitch up in here?

Harry laughed lightly and I glared over at him. He grinned back at me, his dimples showing and eyes twinkling. "You're really cute when you're nervous," he laughed as he grabbed my hand so that I could spin him around in his chair.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. This was out third time getting a check up and every single time Harry found the need to spin around in circles until he was too dizzy to stand up straight. And then he'd dramatically fall out of the chair and then sit on the floor while the doctor explained to us how the baby was doing and how we needed to prepare. We were definitely ready to have a baby. Definitely.

My stomach grumbled hungrily and I looked down, panicking slightly. I just ate, literally ten minutes ago. How could I possibly hungry again? I scrunched up my face as I stared down at my slightly protruding stomach ((two months, woot woot)). "I'm going to be so fat by the end of this pregnancy," I mumbled to myself, pulling Harry's t-shirt further down my stomach. I was already past the point of even attempting to wear half of my normal clothes (we're talking all my shirts, pants, some of my shoes, bras, etc, stretched to the max here).

Harry stopped spinning in his chair and stared at me blankly. I sighed heavily and looked away, already aware of exactly what he was about to do. "I'm sorry?" he said slowly. Or slower than usual. You get the point. "What was that?"

I sighed again and shot him a dirty look. "You're being a shitbitch, Harriet. You don't want to be a shitbitch do you?"

He glared back at me and crossed his arms over his chest, the way he did whenever he was about to lecture me. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over your denial!"

Insert another heavy sigh. "What am I denying this time?"

"You're not going to get fat! That word shouldn't even be in your vocabulary!" I rolled my eyes and laid back on the exam table. "I'm serious, Nadia," he mumbled, his voice suddenly soft as he rolled closer to me and rested his head in my lap. "You're beautiful and you'll always be that way."

I wrinkled my nose up and ran my fingers through his curls, untangling them and massaging his scalp. "Even when I'm old and wrinkly and my boobs are saggy?"

He lifted his head and grinned at me. "You and your boobs will always be perfect to me." 

I laughed loudly and covered my face to smother in snort that dared to escape my mouth. "You're a fucking idiot!"

The door opened slowly as Dr. Woodson pushed through, clipboard in hand as she jotted down a few notes. She looked up at us and she grinned brightly. "Well, how are my two favorite lovebugs?" She asked cheerfully as she swept strand of her pitch black hair behind her ear. That woman loved our relationship more than most on the fans. 

Harry sat up and gave her a polite smile. "We're good. And you, Julia?" 

She gave a hearty laugh and smiled, placing the clipboard down on the desk. "Well, honestly, Harry, I was doing great until I looked outside and saw that my facility was about to be overrun by hormonal teenage girls." Harry grimaced and gave her an apologetic smile. It hadn't taken anyone to long to find out that I was pregnant. They were brilliant sleuths. "But, hey, it's no big deal," she said as she put on her glasses and gloves. "I mean, with the way their acting out there right now, I give or take a few months before their in the same situation as you are, Nadia, dear."

I stared with wide eyes at her as she lifted my shirt to reveal my stomach. Could she say that? Was that allowed? Harry was still sitting there completely oblivious to what had just happened. She poured some of that jelly stuff on my stomach. I'd asked her like a million times already what it was called but I could never remember. Alls I knew was that it was cold and helped us see the baby without harming it. And it was fucking cold. Alright? I want to get that across.