crescent [h.s]

7

Aurora Adler

Friday lunchtime.

Just like he has for the last two weeks, Harry texts me to let me know he's downstairs, waiting for me.

I'm wearing a slightly thicker knitted pale green dress today, it being a little longer than the rest of my usual dresses, ending at my calves.

I lock up my door and make my quick way down to the lobby, and through the glass doors, a smile crossing my face as soon as I see him. He's standing outside the car, his own smile widening as I walk over to him.

When I get close enough, he pulls on my right hand, tugging me into a hug, his arms wrapping tightly around me. "You're really living up to your nickname today."

I laugh into his chest, "You like?" I refer to the new item of clothing that I bought myself after the millionaire payed me a little extra.

He loved the piece. And that was all the confirmation I needed after worrying about it.

He pulls back and has me slightly in front of him, looking me up and down, his eyes trained on my outfit, "Love..."

He places his hand on the bump, kissing the belly and whispering his own hello to 'his little one'. When he stands upright again, his vision is set on my bump a little longer than usual, "They've gotten bigger..."

I nod, "Hmm, you should see the side of the bump.. I think I'm in the process of getting my first stretch mark."

He smiles and rubs his hand over the area I just mentioned, "Pretty."

"You think stretch marks are pretty?" I ask with a slightly confused tone to my voice, being surprised that he doesn't find them a turn off like I know Leo did.

His eyes flicker back up to mine, "Why wouldn't I? They're beautiful and a sign of strength– even if they're not from pregnancy."

My brows furrow, simply because I've never heard a man speak like this before, "Who the hell raised you?"

Now it's his turn to look confused, "Why?"

"Because no man I've ever met has said that to me before. Whoever raised you is setting the standard."