Sage

25

"When are we gonna start planning your baby shower? Cause you're sixteen weeks which is basically twenty which is basically halfway through the pregnancy," Jenny says, nodding as she rattles around in my kitchen. The sound of the oven door opening along with the warm, sweet smell of chocolate chip cookies makes Niall perk up on my couch, his brows lifting into his forehead excitedly.

"I'm not worried about that right now, and I don't plan on doing one. If I do it's mostly gonna be Harry's people and I'm not too keen on them," I replied honestly, grasping Niall's ankle when he tried to shoot up, "They need to cool down first, fat ass."

"I can eat a hot cookie, it's never scared me before,"

"Well I'm sure we could figure something out, are you planning on doing a maternity shoot," She wriggles her brows at me as she comes out of the kitchen, untying her apron and laying it on the bar.

Before I can answer her question, my phone vibrates from the coffee table and I'm immediately reaching over to grab it, earning amused looks between Niall and Jenny that I ignored.

Harry: Hey sweets.

Me: What do you want ugly

Harry: :/

Me: What do you want

Harry: You okay?

Harry: You're acting like you need some dick

Me: You're right. What's Gale's number again?

Niall and Jenny distract themselves with the Disney movie playing on my TV as well as their phones, paying no mind to me when I let out a small laugh at my text.

Harry: Remind me which one of us managed to fuck two babies into you? I'll wait, Ellie girl.

Me: You're so annoying omg

Me: What did you want I'm gonna block you

It turned out that he only texted me to confirm the date for the appointment, which I knew was a big heap of cowshit because he was on my medical chart and could easily see for himself. He just wanted a reason to text me.

The last few days since the pool party has been that way. The messages we shared started as bland, him asking me if I'd seen a text Jane had sent us or simply asking how I was feeling. I grew out of the urge to tell him to fuck off because it was obvious he had no intentions to. Plus, I started to prefer cordial Harry over whatever the fuck he was just a few weeks ago.

It was three nights ago when he sent me a text to ask if I was up. He'd never texted me unless it was during the day so I was a little surprised when he did. When I texted that I was, he was quick to respond.

Harry: I'm gonna ask something really weird and don't judge me or I swear to God, Eliana.

Me: What?

Harry: You know how technically you owe me an orgasm

Me: Whatever you're gonna ask the answer is no. Go to bed.

Harry: You didn't even fucking hear me out.

Me: Omg what

Harry: Do you happen to like have any nudes or anything?

Harry: I'll pay you

My jaw had literally fallen to the floor and I was suddenly awake and staring at my screen with wide eyes and a large grin. My heartbeat a little faster and I didn't know if it was because I was secretly turned on by his request or if I was genuinely flustered by it, but before I could unleash the loads of teasing I had, he texted back.