etc. // hs

35.

*Norah's POV*

"I can't believe this is happening," Harry said for the millionth time as I stood in the book store, browsing through baby books. "God, you have no idea how happy am I am right now."

"And you're supposed to be looking for books on baby names," I laughed, pinching his cheek.

"I think you're glowing," he commented with a grin. "When are you supposed to start glowing?"

"Shut up and browse!" I scowled as I chose another book and added it to the stack in Harry's hands. "The faster you find one, the faster we leave here."

"Here, here's one on circumcision," he said a little too loudly. "Oh! I found the one we need, babe."

"What is it?" I rolled my eyes as I recognized the mischievous look on his face.

"It's called Can My Fetish Hurt My Baby? Sweetheart, we need this one."

I grabbed a nearby book and beat him with it until he started laughing and people started looking, then I quickly set it down.

Finally we checked out and Harry walked me back to my car in the early afternoon sunshine. It was still a glorious day and Harry looked even more delicious in his sunglasses, his sleeves rolled up so his tattoos were on display in the sun.

"Did I tell you how pretty you look today?" He wondered aloud as our hands found each other and his fingers laced through mine. "Because you look absolutely stunning today."

I blushed. "Thank you. And you look very handsome, I like you in dark blue."

"Really? I kind of thought I looked a little gay."

"Well you do have a pregnant fiancée," I pointed out, squeezing his hand gently. "I don't think anyone will accuse you of being gay."

"Say that again."

"What? That no one will think you're-"

"No, no, the other part."

"Oh," I smiled happily as I leaned into his shoulder. "Pregnant fiancée?"

He hummed in content and his hand slipped from mine to rest on my lower back, which was a gateway to where it always ended up.

"How far along are you?"

"I don't know, a couple weeks? Dr. Pearson said I won't be showing in my wedding dress."

"Oh."

I pulled back slightly. "You sound disappointed."

"More like interested. I'm thinking of the honeymoon, darling."

"Shit, I completely forgot. Harry, I'm so sorry-"

"No, no, baby," he said quickly as he beamed down at me. "I think we should just go anyway. If you won't be showing, it'll be like our last big adventure."

"That sounds so depressing," I sighed, looking down at the pavement as Harry opened my door for me. "I didn't mean to mess everything up."

"You didn't," he cocked his head a little and kissed my cheek. "Baby, I have never been happier than I am right now, knowing that I'm going to have a baby with you. You've given me everything I've ever wanted, okay?"

I nodded. "Okay."

"I have to go back to work and approve some floor plans but I'll be home as soon as I can, alright? I'll get some junk food and we can have a night in."

"Sounds perfect," I giggled as he kissed under my ear. "Have fun at work, I love you."

"Love you more, angel. Drive safe and I'll call you when I'm leaving."