*Harry's POV*
The night before we make the trek to the London, UK Harry Potter attraction, Kian is laying on the bathroom floor crying, miserable from being sick all night. Laying gingerly on her stomach legs pushed out far so that she's laying over the bathroom door threshold so technically she's laying half in our room half in the bathroom. "Haaaaaarry," she calls like a little kid. "Fiiiiiiiiix!" She yells in a high shrill as if she's a child asking their father to make them all better. I crouch down and hesitantly touch their back. When she doesn't curl away or make any sign of protest, I lift the hem of their shirt and rub my hands up and down their skin lovingly. "Hoooooooney," I copy her childish drawl, "I'm so sorry. Sick is no fun. Can I do anything? Get you anything? Tea? Crackers? Water? A cold washcloth?" She sits up and scoots back into my arms. "Just hold me. Im not sure I can keep anything down yet." I turn and kiss her temple, grateful she doesn't feel feverish. "That I can do snuggles. Let me know if you need to be sick again or if I'm holding ya too tight okay?" She nods and lulls her head to the side, sighing into my neck.
After about fifteen minutes of us sitting together on the bathroom floor holding onto each other, she feels well enough to trail me to the kitchen for crackers and an evening cuppa. As I put the kettle on I pull her anxiety meds down from the cupboard and hand her the orange bottle. She eyes me, a little confused. She probably expected me to hand her ibuprofen, not her suppressants.
"I think you're anxious about the trip to London and that's why you're sick tonight. According to your OB, you shouldn't be having morning sickness pretty much at all in the second trimester now even though yes everyone's different. But you also didn't want to eat dinner and you're shaking. I know you deny yourself certain foods pre-travel in case it gives you food poisoning so I didn't say anything about it and I can tell your clenching your fists right now so I won't see that they're shaking pretty bad. You're not sick love, you're nervous about all this." I pause to give her a trifecta of pecks to her forehead. "You don't have to hide it from me. Especially in plain sight. In sickness and in health remember? Take the meds and you'll feel better okay? We'll have some tea and they'll help you sleep?"
Thankfully without a fight she takes the pills. "Thank you. Now take my hands and copy my breathing." I take her hands in mine and squeeze them lovingly when I feel them tremble. "Shh, look at me. In and out. In, that's good. And out." A single tear speeds down her cheek. I smile, dipping my chin a little in question. "You... you take such good care of me. I... I always feel like you treat me so well and I don't deserve all you do for me." I close my eyes, letting her words sink in thinking of my next reply.
"Y-yes you do. I know it's the stupid voice in your head being mean to you but my job as your husband is to shut that voice up every day and I will go to the ends of the earth for you until you believe you deserve the world." She leans ever closer. "Kiss me, Harry Edward." I chuckle. "Yes m'am.
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Harry Styles Mini Me
FanfictionHarry and Kian have been married for around three years now and have been trying for kids for the last year without success... until one day she finally gets to tell him the good news. This story follows Kian's pregnancy and the husband and wife's j...
