It was very early on a Tuesday morning when I was rudely awoken by a painful churning in the pit of my stomach.
In no time I was out of bed and sprinting to the en suite, kneeling over the toilet in record time but still barely just making it.
The burning in my throat was almost excruciating and the pain in my stomach felt like it was never giving up. By the time I was dry heaving, Harry had managed to drag himself out of bed and was hold my hair back in a makeshift ponytail. It was five thirty so I couldn't blame him for not wanting to get up.
"Are you okay, babe?" His voice was full of sleep and his eyes were half open, but I couldn't be more thankful that he was here.
A few final tears rolled down my cheeks as I stood up and hugged Harry unexpectedly. I can only imagine how hard it would be to go through something like this alone.
"Thank you, for everything." I whispered in his ear before pulling away from his embrace to brush my teeth.
Harry sat on the edge of the marble bathtub and examined my every move, mentally making sure I was actually okay.
"You should've stayed in bed, H." He looked at me as if what I had just said was the stupidest thing he'd ever heard.
"I wasn't going to stay in bed while you were throwing your guts up in here."
I appreciated him, a lot.
"But you should be sleeping in today, it is your birthday after all! Go get back in bed and I'll make you breakfast." Harry smiled brightly up at me, his once sleep filled eyes now glowing.
"Why don't we both go back to bed huh? It's not like anymore damage can be done." His tone was joking, and lustful but his words were the truth. You can't get pregnant once you're already pregnant and I think we both intend to make the most of it.
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Harry was like an animal!
For a full two and a half hours he relentlessly had his way with me. At times he would go so slow that it made me pull on his hair in frustration, and other times he would go so fast that I was clawing at his back in desperate need of release.
When he finally hit his high he rolled on top of me and snuggled into my smaller body, being mindful of the extra person between us. He fell asleep not long after that so I spent the next thirty minutes running my fingers through his damp, tangled curls.
When his body heat mixed with my own and the sheets became too much, I slowly slipped from his tight hold and tiptoed out of the room and down the hall.
I wanted to make him breakfast like I said I would, it wasn't much but it showed that I cared enough to put effort into him.
For breakfast I made bacon, eggs which I shaped into love hearts with a cookie cutter, pancakes with multiple different cut up fruits, and whipped cream to top it all off. Harry was more of a savory person but sometimes enjoyed a bit of sweet, hence the combination of foods.
I arranged all the food nicely on a platter and filled a tall glass with orange juice, also placing that on the platter and quietly walking it to our room.
He was still snuggled up in bed with his curls in a messy bundle upon his head, a few stray curls falling over his eyes.
My bare feet tiptoed right to his side of the bed where I placed the platter on his bed side table and slowly climber back in bed with him. He grumbled at my movement and pulled the duvet up over his head. He was such a child sometimes I swear.
"Harry... Harry." I whispered and lightly shook his shoulder.
He rolled over but kept his eyes closed, not wanting to face the bright morning light.
"It's too early, Dee." His voice was husky and gruff, making desire swirl within me.
However today wasn't about me, it was about this stupid man that stole my heart and got me pregnant in the process.
"But I made you breakfast..." I trailed off towards the end and sure enough, he opened his eyes and sat up straight, waiting with a smile on his face. "You're such an idiot."
We both laughed and the sound was... Beautiful, fruity.
I grabbed the platter from the bedside table and carefully handed it to him, trying my hardest not to accidentally spill the orange juice all over our new white bed coverings.
"Thank you so much, babe. You didn't have to do this, I could've got up and made my own breakfast." He said it in a genuinely happy voice, saying I shouldn't have but happily scarfing down the specially made meal.
"I wanted to make you breakfast though, and lunch and maybe not dinner." Harry laughed at my overly cheery aura with a mouth full of pancake and banana, his eyes wrinkling at the sides.
"Weirdo."
I watched him as he ate his breakfast and drunk his juice with a content smile never leaving his face. He would glance at me every now and then and catch me staring which would only make his smile widen.
"Thank you for making me such a delicious breakfast." He leaned over and was about to place his lips over mine, but I held my finger to them instead causing his brows to furrow.
"There's more." I giggled and leaned over his lap to pull open my bedside table draw, pulling a folded piece of printer paper out before closing the draw once again. I repositioned myself beside him, crossing my legs and sitting up straight.
I held the piece of paper out for him to take and he looked between me and the paper quizzically before taking it from me. He unfolded it and frowned down at it, obviously not knowing what it was.
"It's a weeks booking for a 'Private Treehouse' at the Chewton Glen Treehouse Hotel. I thought we could get away for a little bit..."
Harry folded the print of our booking in half and put it on the bed beside him. He didn't say anything for a few seconds and he didn't look at me so I thought he didn't like it, but he thankfully proved me wrong when he tackled me to the mattress and started leaving sloppy kisses all over my face.
"I love it! This will be perfect, plus we get to stay in a tree house. This is making me feel like a kid again." I giggled every time he kissed me because his stubble was tickling me, which unfortunately only encouraged him more.
"Well if you want to make it in time, you better go and pack your bags. We have to leave at nine thirty." He looked at me, almost disgusted at the new information.
"It's nine now, why didn't you tell me earlier." He fussed as he jumped off the bed and ran into our walk in wardrobe. I heard him grumble a few things under his breath and then a rather grumpy 'ouch' as he marched out of the wardrobe with his empty suitcase in tow.
"Come on Desiree, we don't have all day." He was so excited that he resembled a seven year old boy.
That's when I realized that this is what I wanted. I wanted to spend birthdays and holidays with this stupid man, and grow and love and experience all that I possibly could with him in the short amount of time that we had together.
It was right now that I finally realized that he was going to be the father of our kids and I was content with that.
Harry was about to be the biggest love of my life.
