I shouldn't be nervous to tell him. We've been married for 2 years and this is all we have been talking about for the last few months. He'll be happy for sure. He will be home soon so I might as well start cooking dinner.
As if on cue, I hear the door open and see Harry walk in.
"Babe! I'm home!" He exclaims.
"In the kitchen!" I reply.
"Hey baby. It smells soooo good." He says after he gives me a peck on the lips.
I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous as hell right now.
When I'm done cooking and Harry sets the table, we sit down to eat.
"Mmm, Lasagna. My favorite." Harry grins widely at me as I chuckle.
We finish eating in comfortable silence as we are both really hungry. We sit down on the couch in the living room. Harry puts on a random movie that is playing on HBO.
Well, Y/N, it's now or never...
"I have to tell you something." I say nervously.
"What's wrong love?" Harry asks with concern.
I take a deep breath and say it...
"I'm pregnant."
Not even 5 seconds pass, when Harry pulls me into a tight hug and kisses me passionately.
"Oh my God! I love you so much! Thank you!" He says.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Sorry for the suckish ending but anywaaayyy... It literally took me almost and hour writing this because I was listening to Midnight Memories (the album). But yeah don't forget to vote, comment, and follow me!!
~M :)
