Sage

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HIIII CHICCY NUGGIES don't forget to reread chapter 41 as some things have been updated!!! ily ily-mom

Harry moved past the conversation before I could say anything more, leading me to convince myself he was merely tugging my leg, and there was nothing behind his comment.

We make our way down the hall with his hand on my lower back as he apprises me about the work he has to catch up on when he gets in. Before I could ask him if he meant paperwork or studio work (they were two completely different things), his attention was grabbed by a couple of brown boxes perched at his door.

"What are those?" I wonder aloud, wincing and rubbing my hand over my belly to soothe the intense kick the baby suddenly gives me. "Shit,"

"You okay?" Harry furrows his brows as he places the boxes under his arm. I nod.

"Yeah, just...tired of being pregnant," I admit, which was true. The constant feeling of heaviness was beginning to take a toll on my back and occasionally my ribs whenever the baby would decide to lie there. I was more than enthusiastic to meet our little bundle of joy, but I'm pretty over it.

"Baby sweets giving you a hard time?" He queries while holding the door open for me to go in.

Baby sweets.

My heart beat quickens it's pace as the nickname takes me by surprise, urging a small smile on my lips that he doesn't seem to notice. I hadn't heard it since the night of Gale's party, and it made me wonder if he remembered anything else. Any of the sweet names he'd called me, or the never-ending compliments that tumbled past his drunken lips.

"Per usual," I say cooly, deciding to keep the memory to myself.

I huff deeply as I lift my leg to untie to converse, but Harry quickly shuts the door behind him and places the boxes on the floor to rush to my aid.

"Here, I got it,"

He gets down to one knee, and I place my foot back onto the floor. My head tosses back in frustration. Since when was taking off a shoe such a chore? I appreciated Harry's help, but the last thing I wanted to do was be impotent. I recall how difficult it was to put the shoe on this morning. Harry was in the bathroom shaving while I was on his bed and on my back, lifting my leg and nearly sweating a gallon so I could reach the laces.

"Why'd you tie them so tight?" He chuckles, pulling one shoe off and tossing it to the side. I wriggle my toes and nearly moan from the feeling. It's hot as shit outside, and I genuinely felt like my feet were too big for the shoe despite having ordered them last week.

"I didn't, at least I don't think I did."

"You don't remember how you tied your shoes this morning?" He raises a brow, making me chuckle softly.

"I don't even remember what I had to drink this morning,"

"Have you talked to Dr. Lyon about that?" Concern laces his words as he gently massages my ankle while pulling off the other shoe. It's tossed to the side, and I lift my leg a little to peel the sock off, but Harry grabs it again, doing the favor for me. My heart swells as I watch him and think about how cute he looks, his curls falling over his face, making him swipe them away with his hand every few seconds so he can focus.

It takes me a little bit to realize he'd asked me a question.

"Sorry, what'd you say?"

"When did this start happening?" He says suddenly, grabbing my bare foot in his hand. No matter how much I try to lean over and see what he's talking about, my enormous belly prevents me from doing so.