Threes company, fours a crowd (BOOK 3)

Poor baby

Y/n cleaned Darcy up and put her in a new outfit. Thankfully the first show wasn't until tomorrow night so Darcy would have a little time to get over her virus. Hopefully it'll leave her as fast as it did Y/n. Her forehead was on fire so Y/n decided to put her in the bathtub with cool water and get in with her. Harry texted the boys letting them know Darcy was sick and to not come around tonight nor would they be going anywhere. "How is she?" Y/n had Darcy leaned against her. She was still pale and grumpy. She woke up enough and wanted Harry so Y/n got up and gave her to Harry. Darcy started screaming and crying, throwing herself everywhere. Y/n tried to keep her in Harry's arms long enough for her to get dressed but it was difficult. Darcy cried and cried for Y/n and finally she was able to go to her mommy. Y/n sat in the bed with Darcy's legs on either side and her head resting on her chest. She rocked the baby back and forth and rubbing her back. "Harry could you please go and get one of her bottles and fill it up with about halfway with the pedialyte? That might help her belly." Harry did what he was asked and handed it to Y/n. "Here, baby. Drink this, okay? It'll help sissy's belly." Darcy drank a little bit but spit a lot out. She made a disgusted face at the drink. "Maybe I could try breast milk." Y/n situated Darcy and tried to get her to latch on. She did almost instantly, but Y/n also had to watch because Darcy had teeth. Harry was on his phone and wasn't really paying attention. "Could you please help me here?" He looked up to a distraught Y/n who looked like she was going to cry. "What do you want me to do?" Harry's tone didn't help the situation at all, causing Y/n to get upset. "While I'm here nursing our sick daughter you're over there probably texting another girl." Harry was gobsmacked Y/n would say that. "What the hell are you talking about? I just can't do much for her while you're feeding her." Y/n started crying while holding a now sleeping Darcy and felt bad. "I'm sorry I'm just emotional, pregnant and worried. You don't have to deal with this." Harry walked over and crouched next to her. "Hey. Put her down." Y/n out Darcy down, but she whimpered a little. Harry grabbed Y/n's hands and looked her in the eyes. "Listen to me. I love you, okay? More than anything in this world. I know you're pregnant and hormonal and that's okay. Baby please don't stress yourself out worrying." Y/n started crying even more and cried in Harry's arms. "I'm sorry." Harry hugged her tight but Y/n broke free and ran to the bathroom, throwing up again. Harry went behind her and rubbed her back again. "I don't know if that's morning sickness or the virus. Either way this sucks ass." Y/n felt weak and Harry helped her up and went to the bed where Darcy is. She laid down and cuddled next to Darcy, her stomach bothering her once again. Harry felt awful for his girls. He didn't want to go to rehearsal tomorrow but he had to. The first show was in tomorrow and he was hoping the girls would be better.
   Y/n and Darcy was still asleep and Harry was watching tv when he heard a knock on the door. When he opened he saw Lou standing with more crackers and Sprite. "I figured the girls would need this. How's Y/n?" Harry was tired and worried over them. "Still not feeling the best. Y/n is sick not because of just the virus but her morning sickness. She's also moody." Lou looked behind Harry and smiled. "Better watch what you say, Harry. There's a moody pregnant girl behind you." Harry turned around and saw Y/n standing there, her arms crossed. "You're an asshole. I can't help my moods I'm almost four months pregnant. I'm going to take a shower." Y/n went in to the shower while Harry told Lou bye. He took the things she brought and put the soda in the fridge. Y/n started the shower and stepped in, letting the water hit her back. Her small but growing belly started to hurt a little and she felt a little nauseous. Harry almost went to go check on her but she walked out in a completely clean outfit. "Could you do me a favor?" Harry was laying on the bed with Darcy. "What's that?" Y/n say on the edge of the bed. "I don't want you to go but could someone go get me some Gatorade's? I'm feeling dehydrated." Harry kissed her head and got on the phone to ask someone to go get the items. "When's your next appointment for the baby?" Y/n pulled out her phone and checked. "It's when we are in ✨CITY✨. Why?" He had her lay down between his legs and relax. Harry rocked Y/n in his arms and put his face in her neck. "I'm just trying to make some conversation. You'll be what 16 weeks then? We should know the gender at that appointment, right?" Y/n shook her head and rubbed her belly. "Yep. I can't wait. I also can't wait for Darcy to meet them." Harry didn't know how to lead up with another topic so he stayed on the baby. "So boy or girl? What are you thinking?" Y/n didn't think too much about it, but she was hoping for a boy. "I want a boy. I think Darcy needs a baby brother but whatever it is I'll be happy." Harry heard knock on the door and it was security bringing the gatorades. Y/n drank almost half a bottle and she felt a little better. Darcy woke up and started crying again. Harry held her and she cuddled up to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and him holding her close. "What's wrong, baby? Your belly still? Aw you're so clammy." Y/n took Darcy's bottle and put some cold pedialyte in it for her. Surprisingly she took it and drank most of it without hassle. Y/n had some yogurt as well and she fed Darcy some. She started to get a little color back to her face. Let's hope she feels better by at least morning time.