Night Shift [h.s]

thirty two

Trigger warning: brief mentions of a patient having an overdose/seizing.

☁️ ALANNAH ☁️

January was slipping away through my fingers faster than I could stop to actually take in all that was around me. I was already seventeen weeks pregnant and as Harry kept reminding me, I was nearly half way through and that was starting to scare me a little more that I'd like to admit.

I couldn't believe that the weeks had just whizzed past like that. I couldn't believe that I was nearly half way done cooking this little baby and in just two weeks time we'd hopefully be able to find out what this little one actually is. It didn't feel right just calling the baby an it or just saying baby rather than their actual name. Once we found out the gender, Harry and I would have to sit down and have a serious talk about names, though I was already certain that we'd find it nearly impossible to decide on a name we both liked.

Harmony was starting to get a lot more into the idea of having a sibling. It was something she mentioned consistently every day, she couldn't wait for the baby to come and most days she'd lay with her head against my ever growing belly and run her hand over my skin whilst she told the baby about her day, or sometimes she'd sit and read a book to the baby. That was something she had seen Harry do.

Harry had been incredibly affectionate towards the baby, though I didn't expect anything less from him. He was always talking to the baby and pressing gentle kisses onto my skin. He'd sit and tell the baby all about his day, he'd bid them a goodnight and tell them just how much he loved them. My favourite thing was watching him interact with our baby. Even watching Harry with Harmony was one of my most favourite things to just sit back and take in. In fact, I could just watch Harry doing anything and it'd be my most favourite thing in the whole entire world. He had that affect on me.

We had a weird situation going on at the moment where Harry was kind of just hopping between my flat and his house. Sometimes he'd spend days in my flat and we'd go to work together, come home together and then sleep together on the sofa, Harry had near enough taken up permanent residence on my sofa and I wasn't mad about it at all.

It would've made more sense for Harmony and I to stay at Harry's house considering the lack of space here, but I had to think wisely about money and about Harmony as well. The flat was Harmony's home, even though it was a sorry excuse of a home, it was still ours and it was still where Harmony felt most comfortable. We had both spent a handful of nights at Harry's house and whilst Harmony seemed pretty settled, it still wasn't home. She didn't have her toys around her and I think that was the biggest problem for Harmony. Harry's house wasn't entirely child friendly.

But it wasn't just Harmony in the way of us stopping over at Harry's every now and again. The money was a big issue too. I couldn't just stay in Harry's house rent free. I couldn't consume his food, use his electricity and his heat for free. I wasn't going to sponge off of him. At least if he was in my flat, he would often go out and do the food shop. I had told him that he most definitely didn't need to do that for Harmony and I and we could manage just fine on our own, but Harry swore that he couldn't have me passing out on the job again, and besides he was feeding our baby too. I don't think Harmony and I had ever eaten so well in our lives. We were living the life of luxury.