cinema [h.s.]

chapter fifty one.

June 16, 2021.

22 weeks and 5 days.

"Go easy in there buddy. We don't want to wake up mumma." I hear Harry whisper.

Our son kicks wildly from within me and I feel Harry's warm hands touch my bump. "You're excited, I know." He chuckles lightly, "But you need to calm down for me, yeah? If mumma doesn't get good sleep she'll be grumpy and I will fall victim to grumpy mumma, and we don't want that."

I bite my lip to keep myself from laughing, listening to Harry as he talks quietly to our baby, something he does multiple times a day.

It's crazy to me that we're having a baby. I don't think it's set in with me yet, as crazy as that sounds. You'd think with me being twenty two weeks pregnant and just a shy two weeks away from viability that I wouldn't be shocked, but I am.

I let out a soft sigh, opening my eyes and shifting a bit on my side. The longer I lay here, the more uncomfortable I become. My bladder is screaming at me.

"Mummy is eavesdropping into our conversation." Harry hums, smiling softly and glancing at me. "That's quite rude, isn't it, little man?"

I roll my eyes playfully, "I can't help that you two woke me up. It feels like he's doing the moonwalk on my bladder right now."

"M' sorry." Harry pouts. "I woke up and I didn't want to leave the room. Mila is downstairs banging on pots and pans and I don't want to deal with her right now."

Mila and Drew surprised me yesterday morning. I woke up and they were literally hovering over me like a scene straight from a horror movie.

Talk about a jump scare.

Harry had apparently invited them a few months back, before everything blew up and Mila became 'anti Harry.' as Drew likes to describe it.

I sigh, "I'm going to talk to her, I promise."

Harry shakes his head. "It's not your job to fix whatever issue she has with me. She needs to be an adult and come talk to me. I'm not sure what I did, but she obviously has a problem with me and the last thing I need is for her to ruin this trip."

Harry's voice cracks and I can tell everything going on is really starting to affect him. Up until a few weeks ago, he was completely oblivious to Mila's hatred towards him. He thought they were friends and then Mila very graciously, and disrespectfully proved him wrong.

"It's partially my fault." I admit, running a hand through Harry's hair. "When we were going through that rough patch, she was the only person I felt like I could vent to. Drew and you have become very close and I didn't want him to feel like he was being put in the middle."