In this together

that's our baby

You sat cross legged on the floor of your nearly boxed up apartment, shoving various movies into the box from the entertainment center. "Kitchen is done," Harry announced, plopping down onto the couch behind you.
"I'm almost done here," you mumbled, while shoving the last disc into the box forcefully. "Thank you for doing this," you told him, glancing up to see him smiling down at you.
"Of course, I wasn't going to let you do it alone," he told you.
You smiled up at him as you taped the last box, all that was left were a few big pieces of furniture that were being donated due to Harry already having them back at his place. “Are you sure you're ok with me moving in?” You asked, even though you had asked over and over and it was always the same answer, you just wanted to be sure.
“Y/N, I live in a three bedroom apartment, and there is only one of me, yes i'm more than fine with you moving in, i prefer it to be honest,”  he told you. You nodded, feeling silly having even asked again.
“Ok,” You said getting up on your feet, “Let's go home,” you extended your hand for him to take as the two of you walked out, letting the movers know the rest of the stuff was ready to be brought down before heading to Harry's car.
The drive to Harry's apartment wasn't long, he only lived a few miles from yours, so you were there in no time.
As soon as you got to his floor he led you to the door, you had come once a week prior for a tour and to decide on what room you preferred.
"So did you decide on a smaller room with a bigger closet or a bigger room with a smaller closet?" He asked you, as you walked through the door.
"Probably a bigger closet," you told him, to which he smiled and nodded.
"We're going to have to tell our parents you know, a bit backwards, but after the appointment on Monday, if everything looks good we should tell mine, probably yours as well?" He wondered.
You glanced up with wide eyes realizing you had never told Harry all too much about yourself, sure he knew the more recent parts, but the deep and dirty parts that you kept buried were a complete mystery to him. "I- uh figured by the time this happened," you placed your hand on your stomach gently, "I would have had the chance to let the dad know there will only be one set of grandparents," you looked away from Harry's stare, not really wanting to see the pity that was sure to be in his eyes.
"Oh," he said, "well I suppose we just have to share the news with mine then," he sighed.
"Thankfully I'll get out of the parental disappointment of a child before marriage," you chuckled as you walked to the living room.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that, my parents-" he chuckled, shaking his head. "My parents are something else," he finished.
"Great," you muttered under your breath.
The movers were quick to arrive bringing up all the stuff you had decided to keep and following instructions on Harry of where to put everything, it was kinda nice sitting back and watching him do something for you instead of vice versa, even though you were still very much his assistant.
By nightfall you were completely unpacked and moved in. You sat on the bed in what was the guest room but now way yours, scrolling through your phone when Harry knocked on the door. "Hey," he said.
"Hi you," you smiled up at him, setting your phone beside you.
"Just wanted to make sure you were comfortable," he chuckled as he glanced around the room that looked completely different from what it had less than half a day ago. 
"I'm alright," you told him.
"Ok well, anything you want, anything at all, if it's in the flat it's yours, ok. Except the booze, don't touch the booze," he chuckled.
"Yes sir," you said jokingly and you swear you saw him twitch.
"Ok, well. Goodnight y/n," he said, before going to walk out, it looked as though for a minute he was going to turn back and say something else, but instead he stepped away shutting the door behind him. Leaving you with a million thoughts running through your head.

The weekend passed quicker than you would have liked and before you knew it, Monday afternoon was upon you.
"Hey I'm leaving early," Harry told one of the set designers.
"Oh, yeah ok, I'll get y/n to do these few things then," she said before turning to walk away.
"Oh, she is coming with me," he corrected.
"Oh?" She turned to look at Harry with a confused look.
"Yeah we will be back tomorrow," he nodded with a smile. Harry knew that it was a cryptic thing to say, but he wasn't sure you wanted him to announce to the entire crew that the two of you were going to an obgyn appointment.
You were sitting on the couch in the crews 'between shooting' area when you saw Harry walk in. Glancing down at your phone you realized the time and hopped up.
"We're Going to be late," you said, a bit panicked.
"We are not going to be late," Harry chuckled, putting his hand on the low of your back. Which didn't go unnoticed by the crew members that were in the room.
The entire drive to the doctors office you were biting at your nearly non-existent nails. To say you were nervous was an understatement, what if something was wrong? What if it was all in your head? What if the test had been a dud. Your thoughts were moving at a million miles an hour while you sat in silence, a surefire sign to Harry that something was extremely wrong.
"You ok?" He wondered aloud, pulling you from your thoughts.
"What if it has two heads?" You asked. "Or it's missing an arm?"
Harry chuckled looking over to you like you were crazy, "I think the craziest news we might receive is there is more than one, but I'm sure it will be perfect,"
You nodded, looking out the window. "I'm what? Like twelve weeks or something?" You asked him.
"Yeah, something like that," he confirmed.
"Is it going to look like a baby? Or is it going to be a blob? I didn't look any of this up, I should have done research," you ranted.
Harry reached over, placing a hand on your bouncing thigh. "We're in this together, ok?" He asked calmly, making you take a deep breath.
"Okay," you sighed.