Night Shift [h.s]

forty three

☁️ HARRY ☁️

Lana went bounding into her twenty eighth week of pregnancy with a smile, as she did most things. She was now counting down the days until her maternity leave, although much to her dismay, she still had about nine more weeks to go which most definitely felt like forever in her eyes. She was getting more and more uncomfortable as the days passed but she still had a pretty long road to go. All I could really do is be there for her when she needed her back rubbing or needed a warm bath to ease the aches. Aside from that there wasn't a lot I could do to help her and that broke my heart.

I had tried to convince her to lay off work for a little while, perhaps just to cut back a shift or two a week so she wasn't overworking herself, but she was Lana and overworking seemed to be her middle name by now. I couldn't pry her away from work even if I tried. She wanted to keep herself busy, she wanted to keep the money rolling in, she wanted to help people. And I don't think I could blame her for any of that. Nursing was in her blood, I knew that right off the bat.

I was really beginning to miss work by now. In the first few weeks I had off, it felt like a bit of a blessing to just be able to be home and to relax with no pressures or schedules, I could sleep when I wanted to and just enjoy my rare time at home, though now I was itching to get back. I still had at least another two weeks signed off before a doctor was to assess me again and I suppose it made sense, I had to be in the best shape to be able to save lives and help others, I would be no use if I didn't have the strength to even push a stretcher, let alone pump at someone's heart. I had to be completely fit and healthy before I could even begin to think about work.

Though I suppose there were little blessings in it too. All of this time off meant that I got to finally finish our little boys nursery and I could start working on Harmony's room too. I could also get outside in the fresh spring weather and plant some new flowers in the garden, I could go and pick Harmony up, take her to the park, cook her dinner and tuck her into bed. I got to do so many little things that I'd never even dream of doing if I was at work.

"My scrubs don't fit me" Lana groans as she comes down the stairs and into the living room where Harmony and I were cuddled up on the sofa watching an episode of Fireman Sam that I was getting way too into. She was practically falling asleep, I was the one watching it.

"What?" I frown at her, grabbing the remote to turn the TV off so my full attention was on her. She was standing before me with her scrub top barely fitting, all she had to do was move one arm and her belly was exposed. Just two days ago they fit her perfectly, and already she was growing so much.

I think we could both confirm that she really had popped over the last few days.

"They don't fit" she whines again, raking her fingers through her hair in stress. She had to leave in about ten minutes for her shift and currently she was standing in front of me when half of her baby bump exposed. "I don't know what I'm going to do, I'm fucking huge and nothing fits anymore! I've got work in ten minutes Harry, ten minutes!" She stresses to me, in near tears over her clothing disaster that she seemed to be having after our little boys recent growth spurt.