She looked ridiculous.
Like a floating ball on a set of sticks.
Olivia was stood there in a mirror getting fitted for a fake baby bump and I was sitting in the corner of the room with my arms crossed my chest.
"I think it's convincing. What do you think, H?"
I hate her even abbreviating his name with her voice.
"Uh...yeah. I think the size is about right." Harry said, rubbing his belly and comparing theirs to one another in the mirror.
Harry pulled down his sweater with a sigh and walked back over to me.
"Just a quick pap walk, H." Jeff said looking up from his phone.
"Just make sure to keep your hands in your pocket and pull the fabric of your hoodie away from your stomach."
Harry just shook his head in agreement while chewing the inside of his cheek.
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Of course everyone was loosing it over her in her overalls and midsize baby bump.
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"Omg! How cute is her belly!"
"She's so tiny! Look at her belly!"
"Pregnant bellies are so cute! I bet he rubs it all the time"
Etc.
We all had been walking together so I could hear the cooing of onlookers.
But what I mainly saw was the look on Harry's face when those comments could be heard.
His eyes would shoot over to her and then directly to the floor.
I couldn't gauge his mood but I also couldn't wait to get him alone so that I could ask him about it.
We decided to sit down at a cafe with windows wide enough to see inside.
You know...PR.
I sat directly across from him and kept my eye on his face.
When we were seated I tapped the top of his hand to get his attention to let him know I was concerned.
He kept the somber look on his face while we dined.
He ordered half the menu which made me laugh but he stuffed his face almost angrily while she poked at a salad.
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The ride home was mostly silent.
My free hand rubbing his belly and him staring out of the window with the cutest pout.
"You gonna tell me what's bothering you?" I said finally breaking the silence.
When he turned it looked like he was about to explain himself. Instead he laid his head on my shoulder.
"I just wanna lay down, Z" he said, closing his eyes.
"We're close to the room, baby. Just rest ok?"
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Positano and the satisfying Switch
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