Harry Styles Mini Me

Ch.27:Morning sickness

Kian is so much sicker this time around. So much so that Harry thought it be best that Lennon goes with Anne today so that he could focus on taking care of his wife and Kian can focus on resting instead of trying to push through the fog and the pain of her nausea to be a mom.

After buckling Lennon into his carseat in his mum's car, Harry stops and stoops by his mums window. "Thank you so much mum. Do you have any magic nausea remedies? I could really use some hints here." Anne smiles. "Lots of peppermint tea babe. And lots of water. And don't worry, Lennon's gonna have the best sleepover with nana, right Lennie?" Anne asks, looking at her grandson in the cars mirror. "Yeah!" He throws his arms up in the air, grinning as big as he can at his grandma and dad. "Alright, I'll see you soon Lennie! Love you!" Harry says, carefully walking backward toward the houses front door. "Love 'oo dada!" He yells back, waving erratically so happy to have a night one on one with his grandma who no doubt spoils him and her cats who he loves.

When Harry gets back to check on Kian he finds her laying in a ball on the carpet, halfway to the bathroom from the bed. "Is that as far as you got?" Harry asks, a hint of amusement in his voice. Kian whimpers. "I got nauseas again and then I got dizzy. I need help." Harry crouches next to his poorly wife, putting his hand on her back, feeling any sort of fever. "Where do you wanna go? Bed or bath?" It takes a minute for Kian to decide as she gauges how bad she feels. "I want the bed.. but... with a bucket." Harry chuckles at how innocent and sad she sounds as she just wants to be comforted. "Okay lovie, I got ya." Harry slowly but surely picks Kian up bridal styles and slowly walks her back to the bed, sure not to jostle her and upset her stomach anymore. Harry sighs as he takes in his wife's pale face. "Here, I'm gonna get you some crackers, a bucket and some water and we can just watch something other than Lennon's cartoons all day. How's that?" Kian nods, "Hurry back and cuddle me." Harry smiles. "Yes ma'am."

The couple has been in bed all day watching movies, phone scrolling, enjoying a babyless house for the night (maybe the weekend) and talking nonsense with each other when suddenly Kian lurches forward, a hand cupped over her mouth. "Bucket, bucket, bucket." Harry scrambles next to her pushing the bucket under her chin and shushing her. "Okay, okay, okay, you're okay. Let it all out, you're good." After a few minutes, Kian stops and spits into the plastic beach bucket, getting rid of the bile taste in her mouth. "Okay, I'm good." Harry sighs, laying back against the pillows. "Jeez babe, bean won't give you a break this time 'round huh?" Harry puts Kian's face in his hand, rubbing his thumb across her sweaty skin, checking for a fever. "Hold me?" She timidly requests, starting to shake a bit from the nerves and adrenaline trying to leave her body.

Harry smiles at her gently. "Of course lovie, c'mere." He situates himself around Kian's slouched back, wrapping his arms around her shaky body, her back to his chest, hugging her to him like a koala. "That better, hm?" Kian turns her head and snuggles the side of her face into Harry's shoulder, reveling in his scent and familiar warmth. "Yeah, much better." She whispers, smiling timidly, wiping at her teary eyes. He puts a finger under her chin and turns her head so he can look her in the eyes, "You can scream, cry, snot on me all you want, I don't mind. You're just feeling emotional and poorly huh? I'm sorry baby. Is there anything I can do?" He shakes her head. "No, not yet. Just want you to hold me for a little." He nods, putting his chin on top of her head, holding her tight. The pressure of the embrace is surely calming. "Sure, whatever you want, big or small. I'm here for ya lovie." Kian smiles and pokes her nose into Harry's robe, inhaling the comforting scent. "I love you bubs." He pecks her hair. "I love you too."

The next time Harry wakes up from a snooze, he hears the Smurfs on the TV. He sees Kian is sat up beside him watching the cartoon. He snakes his arm around her waist as he's still laying down. "What're you doing lovie?" She shrugs. "I miss Lennie and having the TV on with one of his shows helps." Harry sits up, rubbing Kian's back. "He's just at my moms. He's okay. We'll get him back when you're feeling better." Kian nods. "Can we go downstairs? I wanna try eating something again." Harry nods excitedly. "Sure bubs. What're you thinking?" "I really want cinnamon rolls and bacon..." Harry eyes her. "Are you sure?" Kian pokes Harry in the chest. "Don't argue with a pregnant woman. Didn't you learn that last time?" Harry chuckles. "You're right. Cinnamon rolls and bacon it is. Let's have some brekkie for dinner."

While the couple are at the store getting the stuff for breakfast (for dinner), Kian keeps going to every aisle at a snail's pace because she's trying to figure out what sounds good and Harry is buying her whatever she wants because he can and he loves spoiling his family.

After what feels like forever, Harry and Kian finally get to the freezer section and find the packages of cookie dough. Kian is looking over all of the ice cream and popsicle options when Harry notices the cookie dough and gets an idea. What if they made cookies together? He grabs the most appetizing one to him and pokes Kian, getting her attention. "Should we do it? If you're feeling better tomorrow should we do cookies?" Kian's eyes well up with emotion at how cute and into coupley things Harry is. Kian cups Harry's face in both of her hands, kisses his forehead and says, "I would absolutely love to back cookies with you, m'love. But what about Lennon?" Harry smiles and tosses the cookie dough into the cart. "We can just tell mum you're still not feeling well and get an extra day just for us. She won't mind. Oh, and make sure you grab an extra package for when you inevitiably crave raw cookie dough." Kian whoops in excitement at her husbands statement. "You're a genius, Styles." Harry smirks at her. "I know."

After sending Kian into the car and putting all the groceries in the back, Harry gets into the car and notices Kian's suspiciously quiet. As he turns the car on, he pokes her in the cheek. "Hey, m'love, what's up?" Kian smiles. "Remember how we went to the mall when I was pregnant with Lennon and got him a stuffie? I wanna do that for this one too. And why not tomorrow?" Harry rubs his wife's bump protectivly. "Of course. Should we-- wait I have an idea. We wait until we have Lennon back from mums and we have him pick out a stuffie for their sibling." Kian's eyes light up and Harry falls more in love with her. "Yes! GENIUS!" Harry cackles as he backs out of the parking spot.

The next morning as Harry is getting ready even though they may just be staying in making cookies, he hears a shriek from the bathroom. "Bubs? Are you alright? Did you see a spider?" When Harry opens the bathroom door, he finds his wife standing in front of the bathroom mirror, pajama bottoms low on her hips, both hands on her belly, almost caressing it in a way and grinning ear to ear. "Look, Haz!" Kian bounces a bit on her toes too full of excitement. "I have a bump now! A proper bump!"

Harry's hands cover his mouth in awe, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Well would you look at that! Ha!" He feels like he should be used to this by now, this isn't the first time he's experienced watching his wife go through a pregnancy but it is just as exciting as Len's pregnancy.

Harry drops to his knees on the bathroom floor and places his big hand on top of hers on the underside of her little bump, placing a kiss just above her belly button. "Well hello there little love. I can't wait to meet you. You have a big brother out here too who can't wait either. Would you like mumma to eat some cookies? I'm sure you would!" Harry slowly rises to his feet and kisses Kian on the cheek. "Hm? Should we get started? If you're feeling okay that is?" Kian smiles giving a small nod, eyeing Harry up and down a still sleepy smile gracing her lips. "I'm still up for cookies. I'm feeling wonderful after that..." She says, looking down at her small bump. It's so small in fact that if she hadn't known she was pregnant she might've just thought she was bloated or gaining a few extra quarantine pounds.

As the day goes on, the pair make several batches of cookies. Kian even has the idea to make an extra batch for Anne as a sort of thank you for taking Lennon for the weekend. She can only hope he's being good for her.

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May be a bit of an abrupt ending but I liked it :) Hope you did too!! <3 see you soon!