Yes, Boss

one hundered and twelve.

Flora. 

"What did your mum say?" I ask. Shifting position on the sofa uncomfortably. 

"She said have an Indian for dinner.. and er pineapple maybe or was it mango... something like that, she also said they must get it from me because I was late too, I was thinking maybe we could go for another walk if you feel like it?" He asks. Flopping down next to me. I frown at him.

"I don't want to walk anywhere I just want them out" I whine knocking his shoulder with my head and grumbling quietly. He strokes a hand through my hair softly. 

"I know you're fed up baby" He says, rubbing a thumb across my stomach which is stretching the material of one of his t shirt the waist band of my sweatpants rolled down beneath my bump and the disruption earns me a cramped nudge from one of the twins, but it's still enough to make me wince. I slot my fingers through Harry's. 

"I am, I'm overdue and I'm huge" I moan.

"Shutup, I don't want to hear you say that again, you're perfect" He says looking at me with a disproving frown. I frown back in a stale mate, he can't deny it. I look like a whale. 

"Maybe they need an eviction notice" He says. 

"Ah of course, that will sort it" I chuckle. 

"Okay" He smirks, placing one large hand on my stomach. 

"Listen up you two, it's your daddy speaking, your 9 month lease is up, you've had a four day warning, move on out, mummy is getting kind of cranky and it's making my life hard, and your new nursery is all ready to go, so please if you would be so kind, move on out" He says, tapping his fingers, his voice stirring them yet again. 

"I think they're listening" I giggle, placing a hand over his. 

"Of course they're listening, I'm boss around here" He says.

"Right" I say, easing myself up from the sofa, over 10lbs of baby on my bladder is doing nothing to help me. When I leave the bathroom Harry is in the hallway, putting on his brown boots. 

"You are NOT leaving me" I complain.

"I'm sorry, I just have to go in for a meeting, you knew that I'd have to from time to time, it's important, you can come if you feel like some fresh air?" He says. I look down at my overstretched outfit and imagine going into the office where everyone looks slick and wears new season Burberry. 

"I'm gonna give it a miss" I mumble. He takes in my expression with a nod. 

"I can drop you off at your mum's, I'm sure she'd be happy to see you, or if you want I'll send Amber home early she can come round keep you company" He says.

"Harry.. I'm fine I don't need a babysitter, I'll just watch some more Keeping Up With The Kardashians" I say, he grimaces, he cannot stand that programme.

"My phone will be on loud the whole time, if you feel anything call me.. even if it just turns out to be indigestion" He says, picking his car keys up. I nod moodily. 

"I'll get an indian on the way back, things will be happening before you know it" He comes forward to place a kiss to my forehead and give me a hug. 

"I'll be back before 7, love you, be careful alright?" He says.

"Love you too" I say, bored of being cooped up alone. I do as I originally intended and settle down to watch tv, when someone knocks at the door an hour later I assume Harry must have sent Amber to keep me company, regardless of my protests. 

"I'm coming!" I call as she knocks again, my waddle has become ever slower. When I fling the door open I almost attempt to slam it again straight away. 

"Flora" He says. I swallow. 

"Edward" I reply, my throat becoming tight. 

"How are things, you look ready to pop" He says. 

"Yeah I kind of am, why are you here" I say. 

"Well.. it's just I was planning to leave you alone. But the thing is, Harry just tried to screw me over and as you can imagine I'm not happy about it" He says, leaning on the door frame. 

"Edward I dont know what you're talking about" I say defiantly, I shut the door but he stops it easily with his foot. Pushing his way in. 

"I want you to come with me" He says. 

"Don't be stupid I'm not going anywhere" I say. 

"Flora.. I suggest you dont fuck me around" He says, his teeth gritted in rage. I inhale trying to stay calm. 

"Put your shoes on" He says. 

"No" I shake my head. 

"Fucking do it now" He says. Pushing me towards the cupboard where my shoes are. I grab a pair, unsure what other choice I have, scared that he'd actually hurt me . I put them on, struggling to keep my balance, I tend to sit down these days. 

"Get in the car" He blocking all other exits besides the front door. 

"Edward please.." I say. 

"No, if he thinks he can try and take away my son, the only thing I love then you know what I'll take what he loves too" Edward says. I take some deep breaths. 

"Can I get my bag" I ask. 

"No, leave, now"