The Other Teasdale

Fourteen

Riley POV

"Here you go, babe" Harry said, handing me a bowl of broccoli and cheddar soup and placing a cup of tea on the coffee table. 

"Thank you" I said, resting the soup on my almost too big of a belly. I was 6 and a half months and I was at the point of buying bigger sweatshirts because my original ones didn't fit. To be honest, I'm not sure if she could grow any more without my stomach bursting. Today I was feeling a bit under the weather due to excessive kicking from my daughter. 

Harry took a seat next to me, rubbing his large hand on my thigh. "You ok?" He asked. 

"Yeah. But can we talk about something other than feeling sick? Why don't we talk names?" I offered. We had had this discussion plenty of times and couldn't agree on one. 

"But, babe-" Harry groaned. 

"No. She's your daughter Harry!" I interrupted. 

"Ok fine" He said. 

"My top two are Addison and Brooklyn" I stated. 

"Yes, I know. You doodle them on all your designs" He said, truthfully. " And I love them, but my top is Darcy" 

"And I know that too from all the fans tweeting me that's what we have to name our daughter" I said with a giggle. 

"How about we-" Harry was interrupted by someone harshly knocking at the door. "I'll get it" He groaned, getting up and walking to the door. I leaned my chin on the back of the couch, trying to get a glimpse of who was visiting.

I watched as Peyton stormed into the house, giving a snappy hello to Harry and meeting my gaze. She stomped her way over to the couch and sat down with a huff. 

"Hey best friend, when were you going to tell me you were pregnant?" She asked with a cocked eyebrow. 

"Oh Peyton" I said, covering my mouth from the guilt that was spilling out of it. "Shit, I thoght I did! I could have sworn..." 

"You know, its not very fun going to the market and seeing your best friend plastered on ever front cover with the header 'Styles Baby on the Way.'"

"Pey, I'm so sorry! Truly" I said, engulfing her in a bone crushing hug. 

"As long as I'm the favorite aunt, I'm fine with it" 

"Um, well you have 3 other people to fight for that title with, but in my heart I know you will be" I said with a giggle. 

"Anyways, congrats! Baby girl I hear" She said, leaning back. 

"Please, Peyton, make yourself at home" Harry chuckled, taking the seat on one of the chairs in the room. She shot him a glare before turning back to me. 

"Yeah we were just going over names a bit. I want Addison or Brooklyn and Harry wants Darcy" 

"I love Addison" She said, clutching her heart. "How many months are you?" She asked. 

"6, I now it's crazy" I said. 

"So I have to get going. I just wanted to scold you. Love you oodles and bunches. See ya Harry" She said, springing up and walking out. 

"She's an odd one" Harry chuckled, walking back over to me 

"She is indeed." I said, resting my head on his chest and closing my eyes. Little did I know, I would fall asleep. 

----- skip 2 months later---------- 

"Niall Horan, I am actually going to punch you in the face if you don't stop making that noise" I hissed as Niall's finger was about to making another popping sound from his mouth. He slowly brought it back to his lap and looked down.