Little Secrets (h.s. au)

nineteen

My hands hold Therese's as I walk with her, her little legs working as we walk around the kitchen. The door opens and Harry walks in, Therese stopping and laughing as he walks closer.

"Hi baby girl," he smiles, grabbing her and lifting her up. He kisses her cheek and I kiss him quickly.

"Daddy," she smiles, his lips curving.

"How was your day?" I ask, his head nodding.

"It was good. How was yours?" he asks, my head nodding.

"Pretty good. She refused to wear pants," I say, her little legs on show. He tickles her and she laughs, his lips curving as he kisses around her face.

"Such a silly little Rese," he smiles. He calls her Rese, like Reese's Peanut Butter Cups because she's his little peanut.

"I have to go to the studio tonight. You'll be okay taking care of her?" I ask, his head nodding.

"Babe, I've taken care of her plenty," he says, my lips curving.

"Okay."

I start making us dinner while Harry feeds Therese, my hands grabbing plates as I put some of the baby back ribs, baby carrots, and baby potatoes on the plates. He holds Therese and I hand him a plate, my body sitting beside his. I try to see how long it takes until he figures out my theme, the news something I just found out this morning.

"What did you make?" he asks, turning to look at me.

"Baby back ribs, baby carrots, uh, and baby potatoes," I say, his head looking up at me. I smile and eat a potato.

"Oh, I have a question," I say, his lips parting as I stand up.

"Do I look pregnant in this dress?" I ask, his lips curving.

"Absolutely not," he smiles, standing and kissing me while holding Therese.

"Baby number two," he smiles, my head nodding.

Therese is two, walking everywhere, and we haven't tried long since we knew we wanted another one.

We eat dinner and I do the dishes, saying goodbye to them before I go to the studio. My night consists of numerous offers on my paintings, a certain buyer considerably generous for one of my paintings. It's enough money get the house we've been looking at. We need a bigger house if we want more kids.

I arrive home before eleven, my feet walking into the house. Harry's in the bedroom and I smile when I see little Therese lying on his stomach, his hands on her body in protection. I lean over and kiss his forehead, his eyes fluttering open.

"Hi baby," he smiles, my lips curving.

"Hi Harry," I whisper, carefully lifting the little girl into my arms. I take her to her bedroom and lay her in her bed, walking back to Harry. I change for bed and brush my teeth, going to lay beside him.

He lifts my shirt and lays kisses against my stomach, my hand pushing his hair back.

"Little baby," he smiles, running his hand against my skin.

"Do you want it to be a boy or girl?" I ask, his lips soft against my skin.

"I don't know. I'm excited to see what it's going to be," he smiles, my lips curving.

Most of my pregnancy is the same as regular days. I go to the studio with Therese who colors and runs around. Judi loves her and we have so much fun during the day. My pregnancy is much easier now that I know what to expect with everything.

I'm huge. Absolutely huge and my pregnancy is on schedule. My baby is healthy and big. I know the gender, once again, and Harry has refused to know once again.