cinema [h.s.]

chapter thirty eight.

March 9, 2021.

9 weeks and five days pregnant.

"Oh my god, Rory! Wake up!"

I shoot my eyes open at the sound of Harry's panicked voice and wince at the bright light illuminating throughout the room.

"What?" I panic, sitting up and leaning against the headboard as I rub the sleep out of my eyes, "Did something happen?"

Harry looks me in the eyes with a wide smile on his face, his eyes glistening as they fill with tears, "Baby, you're showing." He says softly, biting his lip to prevent himself from crying.

I follow Harry's gaze to my exposed belly and the tips of my lips quirk up at the sight of the teeniest pudge bulging at the bottom of my stomach. 

There they are.

"Oh." I breathe, blinking away tears. "That's- oh they're really there now, aren't they."

"Yeah." Harry whispers wetly, "Came out just in time to tell their big sister about them later today."

"Do you think she'll be happy?" I begin pick at the bottom of my shirt and Harry lightly traces on my bump, humming an unknown tune.

"I think she will." He smiles, "She loves babies and being around other kids in general."

"You don't think she'll be jealous?" Ever since I found out I was pregnant, my biggest fear has been that Ivy will get jealous of the new baby.

I know it's normal for kids her age, especially for those who are used to being the only child but my heart aches just thinking about the possibility of Ivy not feeling as if she's loved or getting equal attention.

I don't want her resenting Harry and I the same way I've resented my dad and his side of the family.

"Jealousy is normal, babe." Harry says, sitting up on his elbow with his cheek resting in his hand, "We just need to make sure we have some one on one time with her every once in a while once the baby gets here."

"I know it's normal but I don't want her thinking she isn't loved or that she's been replaced." I frown, "She's never had to share us with anyone before and now she's gonna have to share us with someone for the rest of her life."

"Hey," Harry shuffles up next to be and cups my face in his hands. "it'll be okay, I promise."

"I'm getting overwhelmed, I think." I gulp, wrapping my hand around his wrist and squeezing it tight.

"Yeah? Talk to me baby." Harry says softly. I pull Harry's hands off my face and hold them close to me, tracing over his knuckles.

"It's a lot." I sigh, "I'm scared that I won't be a good mom and there's so much going on this year that I feel like I haven't really been able to grasp and accept the fact that I'm pregnant and have another life I'll have to take care of."