Butterfly Graveyard (z.s au)

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*UNEDITED

"Mum!" Harry called as he and Zain made their way into the kitchen for lunch. "What're you making? It smells good."

"Thanks baby," Anne hummed, "I'm making curry. Hope you don't mind?"

"Not that's fine." Harry kissed her hair and sat down at the dining table next to Zain.

Zain reached over under the table to squeeze Harry's thigh, smiling at him reassuringly. He just couldn't get his mind off of the ultrasound pictures in his pocket, and Zain was dying to just tell Anne and his mum.

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"Oh um—" Harry spoke quickly as he noticed Anne getting ready to put her plate in the sink. "Before you guys leave the table, Zain and I have something to tell you."

"Are you dying?" Gemma asked, her eyes wide. Sometimes no one knew if she was joking or not.

"No," Harry shook his head, frowning at her. He jerked his chin towards Zain, and watched as Zain took the ultrasound picture out of his pocket and slid it across the table in front of Anne and Gemma.

"Oh," Anne's face suddenly lit up. "Harry baby! That's amazing. How far along are you?"

"About six weeks," he said slowly. Gemma was looking down at the picture still, an amused expression on her face.

"I told you Zain!" She exclaimed. "I told you Harry would get pregnant."

Zain rolled his eyes at her, turning towards Anne. "Are you happy?"

"I am," Anne smiled at Zain. "I'm so proud of you both. A little Harry! Or Zain. Or both."

"Okay Mum," Harry chuckled. "That's where we were yesterday. Getting an ultrasound."

"Will you ever tell Yaser and Trisha?" Anne asked Zain.

"Probably," he shrugged. "I mean— yes, whenever Haz is ready. No one else knows, except you two, though, and I kind of don't want Mum to run her mouth and accidentally spill it to everyone she knows."

"Don't be so harsh," Harry frowned, "you know your mom gets excited, baby. She can't help it."

"Are you going to tell your fans?" Gemma asked, looking Harry up and down skeptically.

"Maybe," Harry shrugged, "I probably won't tell them until I become too big to hide it. I just... don't know what their reactions'll be like." Harry fiddled with the rings on his fingers, biting his bottom lip nervously. Zain smiled fondly and ran a hand over Harry's thigh.

"I'm sure they'll be fine," Anne reassured. "Are you happy? Excited?"

"Mostly nervous," Zain chuckled, looking over at Harry. "But we're also a bit excited."

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"Haz," Zain grunted as Harry elbowed him in the ribs, "stop moving, I'm trying to sleep."

"Well I can't sleep," Harry snapped.

"Why not?" Zain asked, rubbing his cold hands over Harry's belly and kissing his hair. He could get used to this — touching Harry's belly, knowing their baby was in there.

"I don't know," Harry groaned, leaning his head back to kiss Zain's jaw. He leaned against Zain, immediately sitting up when he feels him. "You—"

"Shh," Zain hushed. "Someone'll hear you."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry smirked, tracing his fingers over Zain's features.

"Because we're at your mum's house," Zain explained slowly, leaning into Harry's touch, "we can't just have sex."
Harry looked up at Zain as he untied his sweat's drawstrings. "I can suck you off, you know." He smirked again.

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OH! And also if you have any name suggestions pls comment them because I'm super bad at baby names 😔

Hope you enjoyed! 💜