It had been 5 and a quarter months since I had seen Betty last. I was finally able to call her now that she had gotten of her annual cruise, and I was meeting up with her at a local diner. I quickly picked up my purse and grabbed my coat. I called to Harry and he carried my almost four year old boy to the car. After getting situated Harry had to come help me settle my balloon tummy into the car. He chuckled as I huffed.
"Only 2 more weeks of this and then we will be done!" he giggled, pecking my cheek as he sat in the right side.
"2 weeks!? How about I never leave the house again!" I laughed, rubbing my baby. Her tiny feet pushed softly on my belly button and I smiled as Harry laid one hand on the wheel, the other on my stomach.
"Both hands on the wheels, Styles!" I joked. He saluted me before driving normally.
"Daddy, Mummy! Can us sing?" Harry Jr. asked. Harry, well both Harrys' have amazing voices, something we all have. Harry smiled at me as he began to sing a song that brought back so many memories.
"You're insecure, don't know what for. You're turnin' heads when you walk through the do-o-or!" Harry belted, turning on the highway.
We continued singing and joking. "Everyones else in the room can sees it! Everyones else but yoooooou!" little Harry sang, mixing some words and making the song 5x cuter than it actually was. We all joined in for the final chorus as we pulled in towards the diner.
"Baby you light up my world like nobody else! The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed! But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell, You don't know-oh-oh! You don't know you're beautiful-oh-oh!"
"That's what makes you beautiful!" Harry sang as we stopped right at Marvin's Diner in south London.
"Mummy who is coming here?" Harry asked. I smoothed his brown curls as he rubbed his green-blue eyes, fluttering his eyelashes. I put on his jean jacket with the tan lined fur that matched his Daddy's and the one Louis had a few years back as well. He slipped on his little créme Converse like his Daddy's too, and I almost teared up at their similarities as he ran off to play tag with Harry in the parking lot.
"HAROLD'S! You're going to get yourself hit by a car, come here!" they both laughed the same high pitched squeal before running over to me. Harry looked up and opened his hands and I lifted him into my arms as he nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck. He was practically sitting on my belly I was so large.
"Mum! Mum! Mummy!" he squealed, rubbing his little leg on my stomach.
"Hmm?" I asked, poking his stomach as Harry opened the door for us two.
"Sissy kicked mummy!" he wailed and began to cry, big thick tears rolling down his face.
"No, no babe! She was getting herself adjusted, she wss excited I was holding you!" I reassured him as he sniffled.
"So it didn't hurt mummy?" he whispered. My heart clenched at how concerned and loving my boy was.
"Not at all. But thank you, I love you." I kissed his forehead.
"Harry loves mummy." he sighed. That was what was
different about Harry Jr. He had some sort of speech impediment. He didn't talk until age 3 and he still speaks in 3rd person, struggling to say "you, us, we, me, and I." When he was truly upset he stuttered and struggled with words, only to anger himself more.
We walked into the comforting diner and I quickly spotted Betty and Hamilton, and a girl who I recognized as their daughter all at a table with 2 extra seats and a highchair for Harry. Betty quickly spotted us and came over.
