You lean against the door frame, hand placed on your rather prominent and much heavier baby bump, especially now that you were hitting your third trimester. Your pregnancy had been easy on you up until now. During the first few months you were doing amazing, absolutely loving life and the way you had glowing skin and luscious hair.
But now all you wanted was to have the baby out of you. It was definitely getting a bit too much, from the swollen feet to the bad back pains, everything felt like a chore and it was horrible. However, having a helpful and loving husband did help you feel less moody, angry, agitated, the list could honestly go on. But he also did sometimes contribute to that list of emotions. Hormones. They're crazy. They made you feel ten different kinds of emotions in less then a minute.
Speaking of Harry, a sigh leaves your mouth as you look at your distraught husband, sat on the floor with pieces of unfinished baby furniture surrounding him. He was sat on the soft carpet, thinking about how the pieces of wood would somehow build a cot.
Harrys hair was all over the place, the once sleeked back curls now threatening to fall into his eyes, and his cheeks were crimson red as his tongue was sticking out. You could tell he was focused very hard on the task in hand.
The task of putting up the baby furniture in the nursery. You tried assuring Harry that you could just get the delivery men to put it up but Harry being the stubborn man he was insisted he do it himself for his little angel. You had to admit, you did start doing up the nursery very late but hey that's what the Styles do.
"Babe, you sure you don't need any help?" You offered and Harry looks up at you, waving you off as you waddle your way closer to him. He wanted to prove to you that he was going to be a good dad , that was a hero and could do anything, and to be completely honest, you didn't need him to prove it to you.
You already knew he'd be the most amazing father from the night you told him you were pregnant, it was Christmas Eve and it was just the two of you cuddled up on the couch watching some Christmas movies as you ate tasty snacks and it just felt like the right time to announce it, so you decided to place the, sanitised, pregnancy test you took that morning on his thigh.
It wasn't very fancy or anything but it was indeed a very intimate moment you're sure you and Harry would remember for the rest of your lives. He was absolutely over the moon, tears streaming down his face as he kissed you over and over again, thanking you for carrying his child.
You and Harry started trying about 6 months before and to be honest, you two were giving up on hopes but a Christmas miracle for sure did take place and you couldn't be more grateful.
"It's all good, I'm sure it'll be light work" he smiles as you brush your fingers through his unruly curls, tugging slightly as you got to the end making him smirk.
"Love it when you do that" he says, making you chuckle.
"I know you do" you reply, looking down at the mess surrounding your husband. Hammers, screwdrivers, bits of wood, every piece of equipment you could imagine was all over the floor and you just wished for once Harry would listen to you.
He reaches over to grab the hammer and some piece of wood that to your understanding was for the cot he was currently building and you gave him a worried look.
"Be careful! I'm too pregnant to drive you to the hospital if you do hurt yourself" you half joke making Harry chuckle.
"Don't worry, like I said, it's light work. I'll be fine" and with that Harry hits the hammer down hard on the wood, sticking the nail into it to bring the two pieces together.
"Our baby will be sleeping in this soon, can you believe that?" He asks once the cot starts to look a bit more built together, it was now a nice white colour and went perfectly well with the yellow walls of the nursery.
You didn't know the gender of your baby, wanted to keep it a surprise, so everything was very gender neutral and honestly you and Harry both planned on keeping it that way once your son or daughter had arrived.
You waddle around to meet with your husband, who was now standing up and putting in the last piece of wood and upon seeing you he smiles, so very grateful and lucky to have not one but two blessings. You and your baby.
"See, light work" Harry said once he was done, turning around to look you in the eyes, his large hands go down to your even larger belly and he gently rubs it, speaking to your baby.
Telling him/her all about how excited he is to become a dad and how he couldn't wait. It was so cute to see, your rockstar husband all smitten for your unborn child, it was like heaven.
Harry reached over to kiss you on your cheek and then walked back, accidentally, into the cot and the next thing you know is all of it comes tumbling down.
"Fuck" he grumbles, looking up at you with an awkward smile.
"Light work my ass, we're calling the professionals to do it tomorrow" you groan, palming your temple as you shake your head. As much as you loved Harry, he did sometimes frustrate you and with pregnancy hormones that sometimes became very often.
"And I'm not taking a no for an answer. Babe, trust me, I know you'll be a good father, just because you couldn't build some bloody furniture it doesn't make you worth less. Do you get me? Now stop it, let's get to bed" you mumble and Harry nods.
"Yep, good idea. Thanks hun, I love you" Harry says, now much more relived after hearing what you said, his voice was soft and gentle as his lips come down to yours in a passionate kiss and with that the two of you finally giggled it off and walked (well you waddled) into your room to have a good night of sleep, making sure to remember to call the men to come in and fix up the nursery tomorrow.
At this rate you'd probably give birth to the baby before you could finish off the nursery.
