Unexpected

55. Helen

August

I'm on week twenty-one of the pregnancy and everything is going smoothly. My baby bump is showing and the doctor told me the baby is the size of a pomegranate.

Yesterday we found out the sex of the baby and...we're having a girl!

I wouldn't have minded a boy, because they say boys love their mom more than everyone else, but a daughter is her mom's best friend, so...

Harry was almost jumping up and down when we found out she was a girl. He burst out crying and threw himself in my arms, then he started laughing because he was feeling ridiculous.

He thinks she's gonna be daddy's little girl, but I don't know if he'll win against me...

We rented a small apartment in San Francisco for the summer with the little money we have, but we're living our life just how we wanted to.

We're now chilling on the couch watching a movie, and Harry's hand is on mine, my head on his shoulder.

Suddenly I feel a movement in my belly. "Harry! I felt something!"

He frowns and looks worried. "What? What do you mean? Is she getting out?"

I throw my head backwards and laugh. "No." I take his hand and place it on my stomach. "Feel."

He looks down at my belly and concentrates, a smile on his lips. "Helen, I don't— Oh shit!" he exclaims all of a sudden. "I felt something, barely, but I felt it!"

My smile reaches my eyes. Seeing him like this is everything I want. "I told you."

He leans down and starts whispering to our daughter. He does this a lot. "Hey, little one, don't you dare hurt your mother, you understand?"

I shake with laughter. I love him so much.

"I love her too much to see her hurt, so try to be gentle," he kisses my bump. "But I love you too, you already know." He told her he loves her a thousand times already.

Sometimes he speaks only to her and ignores me, but I don't mind, because it's too cute to interrupt.

"Now, if you excuse me, I'd like to kiss the hell out of your mother," he says, and grins at me. He comes up and kisses me on the lips, slipping his tongue in my mouth.

We had sex several times, but not as much or as wild as before of course, and I honestly miss it.

"After she gets out, and as soon as the doctor says you're ready to have sex again, I will fuck you so hard that you'll scream, Helen," he tells me on my lips.

"I'd love it."

He starts to kiss my neck and I open my legs wider. His hand slips underneath my shorts and panties and he starts to work me.

I moan, "Yeah."

"You miss wild sex don't you?" he mutters on my skin.

I nod frantically as he picks up pace with his fingers. "I miss it so much, Harry," I admit.

I'm pregnant, and feel like a teenager with my hormones higher than ever. All I can think about is sex, most of the time.

"I love you, baby," he says, and kisses me.

"I love you, too."