One Direction Pregnancy Series **Completed**

Bonus ~ Harry

The sound of my keys hitting the table in the entrance way lingered in the air as I kicked my boots off. I striped myself of my jacket and tossed it onto the bench as I listened to the music play from somewhere in the flat. The welcoming scent of her lovely home cooking made its way to me. I called out to my wife, who I could hear now that I was really listening.

"Y/N?" I called out again, opening the swinging door into the kitchen.

"Oh, hi Haz," She greeted me, slightly turning down the volume of the radio. I leaned against the counter, out of her way, and watched as she cooked. The pregnancy had given her this glow that made her look so amazing. Her hair was down is soft curls that fell over her shoulders. She hasn't cut it in quite a long time, so it's grown quite a bit. Her cheeks were free of any product and were rosy from standing over the heat of the stove. My wife couldn't look more beautiful carrying our child. She wore a loose dress, flowered and soft. It twirled as she swayed to the music, her left hand softly resting on the top of her stomach. She continued stirring whatever was in the pot on the stove when I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.

I rested my hands on hers, right over her bump. "What's cookin'?"

"Chicken soup, but we don't have to eat it if you'd rather go out tonight." She turned around to face me, her eyes meeting mine. I kissed her temple, gently rubbing my hand up and down her back.

"Right, right. We probably should go out, shouldn't we? It is our anniversary, if I remember correctly." She smiled, giggling softly. She buried her face in my neck and I felt her lips place a gentle kiss to my collar bone. I began to sway back and forth with her in my arms when a soft John Mayer song came on the radio. Her body pressed closer to mine and I could feel her baby bump pressing against my stomach.

"How was your day today?" She asked, her voice soft.

"It was good, my love. It was good. But it's a lot better now that I'm with you," I said, nuzzling my nose into her soft hair. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. "You know, this soup smells wonderful. And I think the kitties would like to celebrate our anniversary with us. Also, we have that movie that's been sitting on the coffee table for the last three months that we've been meaning to watch."

"Thank you." She smiled. She's been tired lately since she's pregnant; it has taken so much out of her, growing another human. Plus her cooking really did smell amazing. She was an amazing cook and I never could get enough of her food. By far, the best part of my day, every day, was getting to come home and have dinner with my beautiful wife and enjoy her amazing cooking. "I wasn't sure if you would want to go out to eat or not."

"We have forever to do that. Tonight my love is tired and I really want some soup." She stood on her tip toes and pressed her lips to the tip of my nose, lingering there for a moment. When she pulled away, her eyes were filled with adoration. I just stared at her, looking over each of her beautiful features carefully. I would never get enough time with her. I could spend the rest of my life with her and I would still want more. She was made for me. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her soft, plump lips, a kiss full of love. 

She left after that, telling me to watch the soup while she got into her night clothes. I sat at the counter, staring at the pot of soup, waiting for her to return. My thoughts drifted to our wedding day - exactly 3 years prior. She was radiant, though she always is. She wore her grandmother's dress - modest, simple, elegant. It was a November day in England, the 6th. Crisp and cool air made her glad she wore a sleeved dress. We were married on an old estate in the english country, under a big white tent in the garden. The venue was gorgeous, with rolling hills and a large barn in the back. The leaves were still hanging onto the trees colored red and bright orange. The reception was held in the estate's ballroom, where 75% of the walls were made of glass. It was the best nights of my life, the night our lives were joined together forever. When she came back to the kitchen, she wore a t-shirt of mine, that was normally loose on her but now it hugged her stomach, loose pants, and fuzzy socks. She looked as beautiful as she did on November sixth three years ago, right now. "You look cozy," I pointed out, pulling her onto my lap.

"Go get comfy like me, and then we'll have dinner, alright?" She kissed me, and pushed me towards the bedroom. When I came back moments later, the table was set with a candle in the center and two steaming bowls of soup for us. 

"Looks delicious." She smiled at my words and sat down across from me at the small kitchen table. She quickly began to eat, dunking toasted bread into the broth. I watched her eat, and laughed as she slurped up the noodles. She was adorable, and any baby with her genes would be, too. I hoped our daughter would haver her kind, brights eyes and long lashes, her welcoming smile, her sweet laugh, and her velvety hair. But more than her beauty, I hoped she would have my wife's kindness, selflessness, sense of humor. The little crinkle by her eyes when she smiles, the soft touch she gives when its needed most, the way she cares. 

"So, any knew jokes to tell me?" She asked between spoonfuls, and small smile on her lips. She always liked my jokes.Fans make fun of us when we tweet each other jokes back and forth, and when Y/N laughs at my jokes in public it is always a 'big deal' in the press. She loves them, though, because for the past few years she asks me regularly if I know any new jokes.

"A fan told me one the other day...it went 'What do you call it when a banana eats another banana?"

"What?"

"Canabananalism!" She laughed at the punch line, a wide smile on her face. 

"I like that one." We continued eating, not talking about anything too important, just about how our weeks have been. It was small talk, but I loved it. Any conversation with her was worth all the time in the world. We moved to the lounge, Y/N saying she'd clean up in the morning, and I put the DVD in while she went to find the kitties. She came back with Myrtle in her arms and Ace trailed close behind and sat down beside me on the couch. She snuggled up to my side, Ace in her lap and Myrtle curled up in a ball beside me.

Acey was a stray cat. It was Y/N that brought him home one day, years ago when we first moved in together. He was the fluffiest kitty I'd ever seen, and it hid how thin he was. She had come home late because of him. She had seen him on the street while she was walking up to our flat, and she instantly decided that she would bring him home. It took her hours to finally get him to let her pick him up, but when she did, she knew he was hers for ever. But it was Myrtle that really brought us together. I met Y/N at an animal shelter in London. I was looking for some kind of animal, just to keep me company. I was too quiet in my large, empty flat, and I needed another heart to be beating somewhere in the expensive home to feel safe. It was there that I first saw her, playing with the cats in a room full of them. I went in, and a black, white, and brown kitty instantly was at my feet. I knew she was my cat, the animal that would make me feel less lonely, and I was ready to adopt her, until Y/N spoke up. She said, "I was just about to adopt her, isn't she just precious?" I was torn, until I started talking with the kitty girl. Somehow, I got the nerve to ask her on a date, and by some miracle she said yes. She wasn't famous, she wasn't a model or a dancer - she was just Y/N. She wasn't who anyone expected me to be with, but she was made for me. 

I let her adopt the cat, because I knew that I wouldn't need a cat to be my beating heart anymore, that she would be. 

We only half-watched the movie, since we decided it didn't live up to the hype, and instead talked about us. "Myrtle's getting old, Harry." She said, stroking the cat's fur.

"I know. It's been five years since you got her, and she was already old..." I could see the tears welling up in her eyes. The hormones were affecting her a lot lately, and I knew I needed to change the subject quick. "Can you believe the second trimester is almost over?" She looked down at her belly, rubbing her hands in small circles over it. 

"She'll be here before we know it," I whispered into her ear, kissing her temple. She wiped her eyes, sniffling.

The both of us couldn't wait to be parents. We've both always wanted children, and now that we were so close I couldn't be more happy about becoming a father. I couldn't wait to see my two girls together- Cordelia in Y/N's arms would be the most beautiful sight in my eyes.