Pages Of Our Lives // Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 18 • Oh Baby!

"Psst! Mara!" Steph called. I put my cereal bowl down and walked over to her.
"Why are we whispering?" I leaned in. The boys were fixed on the football game on tv.
"I haven't seen a you know what in the trash yet."
"So what?" She glared at me. "I didn't see not one of yours." She reached to put a hand on my stomach.
"Stop it."
"You are aren't you?" Her eyes relaxed from concerned to happiness. I haven't even questioned it.
"Are you?" She smiled.
"Steph!" I whisper-yelled.
"What are we squeaking about over there?" Louis asked. Harry glanced.
"Nothing." I say.
"Ugh huh." Liam rolled his tongue in his mouth. Harry flipped his hair with his hand ignoring us in our own little world.
"Come on." She pulled me into her and Louis' room. She licked the door and led me to the bathroom where in the sink laid 8 tests all pointing to positive.
"Oh my god! Steph!" We hugged.
"Your turn." She pulled a box out of her cabinet.
"You keep these around?"
"Louis wanted to start last month."
"Are you serious?"
"What? He wants to be a dad." She shrugged as she opened he box.
"Harry and I haven't ever talked about it."
"Because that's boys head is set on marriage." She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah yeah." I ignored her. She handed me the stick. "Steph..."
"I got you." She assured me. She began to read the directions out loud.
"If I pee on this floor..."

I clipped it together and watched it. Every minute felt like a year. Our hearts beating faster than lightning. The door rattled.
"Whys the door locked Steph?" Louis asked.
"Mara and I are having girl time. Go away."
"I need to get ready!"
"Hush!"
"Steph!" He nagged.
"I'm wedding dress shopping you can't look."
"Ugh!" He walked away.
"I'll tell him later." She brushed her hair back.
"Steph." I pointed. The results were in. All three.
"Ready?" I took a deep breath.
"Go"
"Congratulations Mara." I began to cry. Not because I would be having a child soon but because this was insane and magical all at the same time. It was exhilarating. My adrenaline was pumping through my body like a surge of electricity. This was crazy. Who as I joking? Can we really do this?

I made the decision that the first person I would tell would be dad.
He opened the door.
"Well of it isn't the Jay."
"Don't call me that." I laugh.
"Good to see you darling." He kissed the top of my head before letting me in. "What's up." He waved jazz hands.
"No dad." I shook my head. He leaned on the counter.
"Alright, let me try again. What is going on in the Harry-Mara world?"
"Better, work on it." He nodded. "I was news."
"Go at it." He turned to the fridge.
"No, dad, can you sit down?"
"Just tell me Mara."
"Dad, I want you to sit." He huffed.
"Alright, bossy." He say next to me. "What?" He said softly with his arms folded.
"In the near future Harry and I might move."
"That's it?"
"No."
"What then?"
"What's your hurry?"
"Want me to be honest?" He asks.
"Yes." I say without question.
"I really have to poo."
"Dad!"
"You said honesty!"
"Too much!"
"Mara just say it!" He said laughing.
"Harry and I are having a baby." I signed out of relief. He gulped. He didn't move. He stayed there stunned. His eyes began to water. "Are you crying?"
"No!" He grabbed a paper town and called his eyes.
"Dad it's ok."
"Grandpa was a word I never thought I'd call myself."
"Well I didn't think I'd be calling myself a mum either." We laughed and cried together.
"I'm proud of you." He finally said. "I'm damn proud of you Mara Jay." I touched his arm.
"Dad, I'm proud of you too."
"You and David have been too good to me while you battled your cancer scare and him getting evicted."
"You think I could disown you?"
"No." He waved his hand away.
"Wait David got evicted?" He laughed.
"Last year, he forgot to pay. Don't worry he's fine."
"Why wasn't I informed?"
"Eh!"
"You are one unbreakable man and extraordinary father."
"I love you too!" He walked to a bookshelf.
"I want you to have this." He walked back with a picture. A picture of my mom and I.
"I liked to make them black and white so we looked like an older family. I was into historical things beck then."
"Oh dad." I held it and my fingers traced the outline of her silhouette