~Our New Life~

Chapter One <3

Sitting on the couch, I waited for Harry to get home while I was stuffing my face with ice cream. My favorite movie was on, Hairspray. The one with Nikki Blonsky and Zac Efron. I loved it.

When I heard Harry come in, I smiled widely and pulled myself off the couch. He sat his bag down beside the couch and walked over to me, throwing his arms around me and kissing me lightly.

"You're doing alright?" he asked in his smooth British-American voice. His accent had faded a bit, but you could tell it was still there.

"I'm doing fine."

He leaned down to my belly and smiled.

"Hello there little one. It's your daddy. And he loves you very much."

I laughed at him quietly. He stood back up and smiled at me.

"When's the next appointment?"

"Tomorrow," I answered happily. Suddenly, I felt a thump against the inside of my stomach. "Woah."

"What, what is it?" Harry said hurriedly. It's so cute to see him freak out a bit.

"Harry, honey, calm down. The baby just kicked."

"Oh," he whispered, putting his hand on my stomach. Then, there was another thump. Harry's face was so brightly covered with a smile, that it was contagious. I smiled just as widely.

"That's amazing."

"I can believe that in a few weeks, we'll be parents," I said happily.

Harry hugged me tightly, pulling back to kiss me lightly once more.

"I guess I better start on supper. What're you in the mood for love?" Harry asked as he walked into the kitchen. I trailed behind him.

"How about your famous mac n' chess with chicken?"

"Can do."

He rummaged through the cabinets and fridge, getting out everything needed. After about 30 minutes, everything was done, and we were sitting on the couch, eating our food. It felt great to have moments like this. Gosh, I love Harry so much. This family will bring us closer.

After eating, I felt a bit tired.

"Harry, I'm feeling tired. I think I'm going to turn in early."

"I'll come up with you," he said as he helped me off the couch, walking to the kitchen. I began to walk upstairs, suddenly being jolted by a pair of hands.

"Harry, I can get up the stairs myself."

He chuckled quietly.

"I don't care. I'm protective of you, and you know that."

Soon, we were both in bed, laying down, staring into each other's eyes. It was so nice. I feel asleep on Harry's chest, his arms wrapped around me. It was perfect...

Late that night, I woke up suddenly when I felt a huge thump in my stomach. All of a sudden, my stomach was writing in pain. I sat myself up on the bed, only to see that it was wet. I shook Harry violently to get him awake. There was another sharp pain and I let out a groan. Harry's head popped up quickly and he turned to me.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

"My stomach. Sharp pains. It hurts," I whined. Harry felt around the bed, noticing that it was wet.

"I think I'm in labor Harry."

"W-what?" he asked quickly. He jumped out of bed, running to the closet and grabbing the bag we prepared for this moment. I tried to get myself out of bed, but as soon as I got my legs over the edge to grab my shoes, another sharp pain hit me. I yelled out in pain. Harry ran over to me, picking me up bridal style and walking downstairs slowly. I hugged myself against his shirtless torso, groaning when a sharp pain would hit. He ran out to the car, putting me in the passenger seat and quickly running to get in the driver's seat. As soon as he got in, he put it in drive and drive as fast as possible to the hospital. The pains become longer and closer together. Harry was driving way over the speed limit, his hands clenching the steering wheel tightly. I grabbed one of his hands and smiled weakly. My hands were sweaty, his cold ones cooling mine. He looked over at me and smiled lightly, looking quickly back at the road.