In this together

God Parents

It had been a few days since you had spoken to Harry. He was giving you your space and to be honest, you were throwing a bit of a fit. You were half asleep when you heard the scream echo through the apartment, you jumped up, practically running to Harry's room to see what had happened, when you saw him thrashing around his bed, obviously still asleep.

You felt your heart ache for him as you flipped on the light and rushed to his side, sitting on the bed and shaking him gently. "Harry," you said loudly, making his eyes shoot open before quickly shutting again as a low sob escaped his throat. You laid next to him, pulling him into you as you caressed his hair as he cried. You didn't know what his dreams were about, and you didn't care that you were in a bit of a fight, in that moment he needed someone, and you were there for him, even if he had hurt your feelings.

"I'm sorry," he muttered between sobs.

"Stop," you whispered, hugging him tighter. "Do not apologize to me over a bad dream," you told him.

"I just want it to stop," he said, almost like he was begging.

"I know, I know," you cooed as you held him.

"Please don't go," he begged.

"I'm not going anywhere," you whispered. You're not sure how much longer you laid with him sobbing into your chest before you fell asleep.

You woke up with Harry's arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his face buried in your chest. The bedroom light was still on and you weren't sure how you had slept, but you had. You felt a fluttering in your stomach that made you look down. You had felt the baby move before, but not big movements, not movements Harry could potentially feel.

"Harry," you whispered.

"Hmm?" He groaned.

"Let me see your hand," you told him. He lifted his head from where it had been resting on your chest and gave you a funny look. "Just, give me-" you said, grabbing his hand and putting it on your lower stomach.

You held his hand there tightly and he looked back at you about to say something when he felt the little jab. His gaze darted back down to where his hand was resting. "Was that-" He asked.

"It was," you giggled. He glanced back up to you with teary eyes and a smile when the little bean knocked his hand again but harder.

"Oh wow, someone is hungry or something," Harry chuckled. He rubbed your stomach where the kicks were being felt. "You oughta to stop kicking your mum so hard, she's doing the absolute most for you, little one," he said as he stared at your belly. "And between you and I, I owe her a lot," he whispered, before leaning down and kissing your bump gently.

You couldn't help the tears that rushed to your eyes watching him like that, a vulnerability you didn't see often. He pushed himself up from the bed, stretching as he got into a sitting position, and then turned to look back at you. "Pancakes?" He asked with a smile.

"Please," you nodded, getting off the bed, and following him to the kitchen

It was funny watching Harry try to whip up a pancake batter. It was no secret he wasn't the best chef, but watching him, sans shirt, in a pair of old plaid pajama bottoms, trying to measure out the right flower to water ratio was quite comical. After a few minutes of watching him struggle you got up and walked over to his side. "Can I help?" You asked, placing your hand over his.

He shot you a relieved smile, "please," he chuckled.

You grabbed the bowl he had been working on and put it into the sink grabbing a new one from the cupboard. "What?" Harry asked, looking at you with wide eyes.