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Harry was laying on the couch eating a tin of Mandarin segments when Brendon came in and squeezed beside Harry.

"Can we take a really cute picture so I can change my Twitter icon?" Harry chuckled.

"Yes we can but you're such a girl," Harry laughed and he stood up pulling Harry with him. Harry led Brendon to the bathroom standing in front of the big mirror.

"Okay stand sideways, pull your shirt up, a little to the right, ok perfect stay there. I need you to take the picture in the mirror," Harry nodded and took his phone off of him.

He leaned down pressing a kiss to his bump and laying a hand on it making Harry smile. Harry was just getting the camera to focus when he felt something. Brendon looked up at him in wonder.

"What that a kick?" "He just kicked." They both said at the same time. Harry put his phone onto the worktop and tapped his belly lightly waiting for another kick. And it came. And another. And another.

"That is incredible," Brendon said, absolutely gobsmacked.

"I got the picture by the way," Brendon nodded grabbing his phone and leading you back downstairs.

He made sure to sit on the sofa behind you, you in between his legs and his hands on Harry's bump so he could 'feel his son kicking' and Harry was just beyond happy that he was here to experience the first kick.

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