"Harry! H! Harry!" I'm laying on my side against my pregnancy pillow, laying my head in my palm and my stomach is growling relentlessly. It's 3:40 am but I woke out of a pretty good sleep wanting Nachos. I gingerly reach over and plug Harry's nose silencing his little snores hoping this does the trick as none of my tugging on his curls or poking his face worked to awake him.
"Wha? Wasswrong?" He slurs, turning his head to blearily watch me. "Baby wants nachos but no restaurants are open!" Harry aggressively rubs his face to help wake himself up some more and turns to face me completely, mirroring the way I'm laying. "Well that just won't do, will it? Do you want me to see what we have downstairs and see if I can make some?" I nod, my eyes welling up with tears. "Oh no, babe, what did I say?!" He caresses my face in his palm, unsure of what he did. "Stop being so nice to me! Every time you're nice to me I cry!" Harry chuckles a bit, flopping back into his pillows, relieved. "Baby, that's silly. I'm not gonna stop being nice to you, that's my job... to love you." I put my hands in a what can I do? gesture and wipe my wet eyes. "I know it's dumb but my stupid hormones are going crazy and I don't know how to control it. Or control anything and it just makes it so hard. Once they come out I can barely control what happens," and he knows I don't mean it in a way I want to control our child but more protect them and I don't know how to do that if they're not constantly attached to me, in my uterus where I know where they are all the time but he rolls with the subject change. He sympathetically rubs my arm.
"Baby, I know it's been hard. And I know you hate the feeling of losing control snuggles. But it's ok, you always come back to yourself sooner or later." Meaning getting me calmed down whenever my anxiety gets riled up. "Your mind and your body are kind of in shambles right now and it's been hell trying to catch up. And its been hell watching you go through it but it's almost over right? You're what, 30 weeks tomorrow right? That's so close!" He whispers excitedly. "But it's scary too!" I whimper, and Harry smoothed his hand into my hair. "I know, I'm scared too but we'll figure it out, we'll figure it all out. We still have 8 weeks till your full term. That's two whole months babe, he's not going anywhere just yet. We have time, we'll get everything ready for him," nod, believing and trusting him. "O-okay." He nods, smiling tiredly at me.
"Now. How about those nachos huh?" I nod. "Oh! Remember those ones that Liam made for his Super Bowl party last year??" "The ones with the aioli and the jalapeños?" I nod like a bobble head.
"Yeah! Yeah! Can I have those? With like 3 handfuls of shredded cheese!" I yell as he's leaving the room. He pops his head into the bedroom again. "Your handfuls or my handfuls, bub?" I give him a look like are you fucking kidding me? He knows the answer is his handfuls. Because his hands are triple mine. He throws his head back groaning, stomping into the hallway. "UGH, that's so much cheese! It's gonna make you sick!" He yells as he walks down to the kitchen. I giggle. "It's worth it for shredded cheese!" I yell back
I follow him downstairs, not wanting to be alone and hoping he'll watch Ratatouille with me despite it being so late. I shuffle over to the couch to set up the movie while I overhear him call Liam on FaceTime. "Harold, it's 4:15 in the morning? The fuck do you want?!" He shrugs. "I know I'm sorry but I'm making Ki your famous nachos and I'm trying to avoid all the hormonal crying. They have to be made perfectly or else it'll be hell to pay so will you please help me??" Harry gives him his best begging puppy dog eyes before Liam caves and agrees. "Ugh! You're lucky I love that little bastard! Ok.. you want to..."
45 minutes later, I pause the movie because I hear Harry getting the TV trays out of the pantry. "Ok, lovie. I nearly pulled my hair out over those damn beans so I hope everything tastes ok." He presents the giant bowl with a mountain of nachos to me likes he's Gordon Ramsey and eagerly awaits my critique. I load a chip and take a bite and nearly moan, they're so good. Harrys body sags in relief that he succeeded and curls up next to me on the couch. "Ok, what're we watching?"
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Harry comes home from the studio the next day to find me sitting on the floor, crying with an unopened jar sitting on the floor in front of me with an abandoned plate of mozzarella sticks on the counter above me. He rushes over and pulls me into his arms. "Snuggles, what's wrong? Are you ok?" I point to the red sauce jar attempting to catch my breath from the sobs. "What happened, why are you on the floor?" I shake my head. "I can't get it OPEN! I can't even get some marinara sauce by myself... I just wanted s-some marinara sauce with my cheese st-sticks but I can't get the damn j-jar open!" I yell in frustration and Harry takes the jar from me.
"That's ok bub, that's ok. That can be fixed! Can I open it for you?" He pops it open after a try or two and I smile, relieved that it's not just me that struggled against this damn marinara jar.
Harry puts the jar on the counter next to my plate of now cold mozzarella sticks and he helps me up from the floor. I throw up my hand in frustration. "They're cold now." Harry rubs my shoulders reminding me he isn't done fixing things for me. "That's ok, sit, I can warm up the sauce and warm these back up in the oven. It's all good, k?" I let him warm them up, quietly sliding into my island chair.
"You scared me there, Ki." Harry murmurs, his back facing me as he stirs the little pot of sauce. "I shouldn't have to call you to come home to open a jar for me... it was just a stupid jar.." I mumble. I look down, embarrassed that my eyes are once again brimming with tears. "No, I know. But it just scared me because I thought you got hurt. Just... please try not to get worked up with stuff like that.. just please try to leave it till I can get home and help ya." I nod. "I'll try but no promises. Thank you H." He kisses my head and says in a horrible Italian accent trying to make me laugh, "Your snack is served my love!" I smile, content again. "Sit, how was your day?" Harry slides into the chair next to me, stealing a bite of one of my mozzarella stick testing the stretchiness of the cheese. "It was long... we all have writers block and that's just a pain in the arse ya know. Glad I'm back home to my muse." I smile, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. I point to our most recent sonogram on the fridge. It's the one I got today at my 30 week OB appointment.
"You could always write about him. You could like, write a song in the form of a letter to him, telling him everything you want him to know about us before he gets here..." The creative sparkle in his eye lights up and he jumps up, searching for one of his guitars. "You're a genius lovely!" I smile, glad I could help him for once and turn back to my mozzarella sticks.
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Hey guys I tried to make this one longer because I notice all my chapters are short than I thought!!! I have been dealing with severe writers block so I'm sorry I haven't been writing but baby boy styles is almost here! And I have so many ideas for the kid(s) book should it be a spin-off once the baby arrives? Idk yet. Hope you like this chapter!! See ya (relatively) soon!❤️❤️❤️❤️
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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...
