Y/n Y/l/n, a 21 year old, successful singer, disappeared for two years without anyone knowing the reason. She had to keep it a secret, she wanted it to keep it a secret, because if she didn't she would have hurt him more than she did shortly before...
March 2022 12 weeks **YOUR POV** It's been a whole month already since I found out about the pregnancy and I just started the 13th week. Harry and I have been to many of my prenatal appointments already. Everything has been perfect at every appointment so far. I was scheduled to go to even more, because of my medical history and the miscarriage of our baby Violet, just to make sure everything would be as it should be.
With the weeks passing, my still very small belly, started to grow. It was still small, but it was noticeable, so I obviously had to be clever in the way I dressed whenever I went out and covered it, so no one would notice.
I just got home from a meeting and could finally take off that sweater I was wearing over my tank top. I was incredibly tired. Not gonna lie, this first trimester wore me out so much. I was tired all the time and the morning sickness was insane.
Arriving at home, I let myself fall into one of the comfortable recliner in the living room and leaned back against it, closing my eyes when I felt Harry's shadow leaning over me from behind, resting his hands on top of the backrest as he kissed my forehead.
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„Hi sweetie." Harry said with a smile before he moved to stand in front of me and leaned down to kiss my tummy. „And hello baby."
„Hey." I giggled. „You know, I feel like I've popped already."
He smiled. „You did. Feels bigger today. Either that or you ate more than usual."
„Hey!" I slapped his arm. „I'm eating for two, I'm allowed to eat more."
Speaking of that, the sudden nausea came over me again as always at this time in the day and I shot up immediately, sprinting to the bathroom to let out all of my last meal.
Of course, Harry followed me and held my hair instantly, rubbing my back. This was the case many, many times in the last four weeks. Either at night, early in the morning or at the most random times in the day.
„I cannot wait for this damn morning sickness to be over." I breathed, wiping my mouth as Harry flushed the toilet ans helped me up by taking my hand and pulling me up on my feet.
„Doctor Brooke said it would stop at 12 to 13 weeks, so not long now, baby." He said with his so calming voice, it instantly made it all better already.
I nodded, brushing my teeth quickly to get rid of the awful taste in my mouth.
„I'm glad when that's over honestly." I breathed when I wiped my mouth after I was done. „Well..., I'll be upstairs doing laundry." I said to him eventually, thinking of all the things that needed to be done in the house.
„Wait, no." He shook his head. „Take it easy baby, I know you're tired, get some rest."
„Haz, I'm pregnant, not sick. I can do stuff."
„I know that, Y/n. I'm just saying, the last weeks have been tough on you and I'll help with whatever needs to be done. I know I'm away because of meetings and stuff, but you don't have to do everything by yourself. I'm here if you need me." He told me, taking my hand. „Go lay down, sleep, rest, do whatever you need to relax for a while, okay? I'll take care of everything else." He kissed my lips and looked at me with a soft smile afterwards.
