Letters to Andee

Chapter 25

CHAPTER 25

ANDEE'S POV

I slowly peel my eyes open when I feel something touch my lips, then my cheek bones, then my nose, then my eyebrows.

I groan rather unattractively and the response I get is a chuckle from my boyfriend. I know what you're thinking, no we didn't do anything... These damn pregnancy hormones are messing with me. After we watched our movie last night I was feeling rather needy and cuddly so I stayed the night with Harry.

My eyelids flutter and after I adjust to the light I see Harry, the morning sunshine shining around his mop of curls like a halo lights up his entire face. His head is propped up with his elbow as he stares down at me, the sweetest of smiles on his face. His other hand is still tracing my facial features.

"What are you doing?" my voice is thick with sleep and he chuckles again.

"Just tracing the features I hope our little girl has." He whispers and kisses my forehead.

"Oh my god..." I groan and roll over, putting my face in the pillow. "Stooooop..." my voice is muffled by the feathers but I know Harry heard me when I hear him chuckle.

"Can't Stop the feelin!" he sings one of my favorite JT songs.

"Well you better stop that feelin because you touching my face is making it breakout!" I cover my face with my palms and he laughs.

"Or that means you're having a girl." He pulls my hands away from my face just to see my confused expression. "I read that breakouts can signify you're having a girl, and it doesn't matter anyways because I think you look just as beautiful."

"You're such a cheeseball..." I giggle and roll over to hide my red cheeks. He scoots closer to me and starts kissing my neck "So you think Baby is a girl now?" I smirk, I guess it caught on.

"I suppose it could be... yes." he smiles at me as I roll back over.

"Well I hope HE has your dimples." I whisper and poke his indented cheek. I see the blush on his face and it spreads warmth from my heart all the way to my toes and fingers.

"So you think Baby is a boy now?" he uses my words against me.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to go find out." I shrug. "But I have been craving sweet things, I've read that means I'm having a girl." I laugh.

"What about those salted pretzels you MADE me buy..." he contradicts and smirks at me while getting out of the bed and walking over to the closet. "I read that salty cravings mean it's a boy."

"I did have extreme nausea at the beginning, remember my "stomach flu"" I smile and put air quotes around the word while I sit up. He smiles over at me and rolls his eyes while he puts on a pair of skinny jeans. "That's said to be an indicator of a girl." I smile and stand to walk out of the room. But before I can leave Harry grabs my hand.

"But your hands are dry." He shakes his head and I glare at him. "It's gonna be a boy." He smirks yet again.

"What did you do, go out and buy a pregnancy superstitions book?!?" I shriek playfully.

"Maybe I did!" he laughs and pulls me in for a hug. I groan at his incessant need to touch me. I have moments where I like to be cuddled, but I usually don't like to be touched.

"Harry..." I whine and he laughs yet again. He knows what he's doing. "We have to leave soon and you hugging me is not helping." My voice muffled by his shirt.

"Well you aren't even dressed yet, were you planning on wearing my shirt?" he asks as he finally releases me.

"Yes, I was actually." I turn back into the room quickly and pull on a pair of my sweatpants.