Harry Styles Preferences/Imagines

35.) Pregnant??

"Harry! Can you please get Darcy up? She's going to be late for school!"

You'd been dashing around the kitchen all morning to try and get breakfast ready before Darcy was whisked off to school. Noah was already sat at the table, his toy truck roaming around the table as he waited for his food.

"I got it, babe!" His voice carried from upstairs and you sighed, rinsing your hands off before leaning against the counter.

You hadn't been feeling as well as you should be and the nauseating feeling in your stomach was now overwhelming. You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath before reaching for a cup of water.

"Okay, Mumma?" Noah's eyes were watching you, his hand stopping the movement of the truck. You nodded, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"I'm okay, sweetpea," you smiled, setting a plate of pancakes down in front of him. "You want some juice? Or milk?"

"Juice!" He shrieked, his hand already reaching up to eat the pancakes off of his plate. You laughed, grabbing his sippy cup before filling it up with his favorite apple cinnamon juice. He grinned up at you when you set it down in front of him, the syrup now dripping down his chin as he ate.

"Messy today, aren't we?" You swiped at his chin as you laughed, looking back at the time before sighing once more. "Babe!"

"We're coming!" The footsteps came toppling down the stairs before Darcy stood before you, a smile on her face as she stood in her uniform.

"Good morning, Mumma!" She took her spot at the table, already beginning to devour her breakfast.

"Good morning, my love," you set a cup of milk in front of her before you turned to Harry.

"Hi," he breathed out, his arms wrapping around your waist before he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Hi," you pressed your head against his chest, a sigh escaping your lips. "She's got to be at school in 30 minutes."

"I know, baby, relax. You feeling okay?" He pushed your hair back, your eyes meeting his as you looked up at him.

"I think I might be getting sick," you pouted, shaking your head as you pulled back from him.

"Maybe you should get to the doctor and see what's going on."

"It's probably just a stomach bug," you scooped Noah's empty plate from in front of him and began on the dishes. He pressed his side against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you.

"You do look kind of pale," he admitted, his eyes watching you wash away the suds. You shook your head, drying off the plate before settling it in the cabinet.

"I'm okay," you mumbled, drying off your hands before drying the counter around the sink.

"I'll take you to the doctor once I'm back from bringing Darce to school."

"Harry, I'm fine!" You didn't realize how badly you snapped until you turned to face him, his eyes wide in surprise. "I..."

"Mumma, are you mad at Daddy?" Darcy's voice was small as she looked up at the both of you. You sighed, shaking your head as you leaned down to her.

"No, baby, I'm not. I'm just not feeling too good today," you pouted, pushing her hair out of her eyes. "I promise I'll be a lot better when you come home from school."

"Promise?"

"I promise," you pressed a kiss to her forehead, helping her off the chair. "Now you've got to get to school or else you're going to be late!"