Curls [H.S. A.U.]

Curls: Chapter 16

Harry

She sits on her couch with a cup of tea and some saltine crackers to help with a wave of nausea.

Three days of watching her cry and throw up. She sleeps, eats, cries, vomits, and eats again. I don't understand why she's shutting me out.

Her problems are my problems too.

"Arabella, baby," I plead once again. I drop to my knees for this woman. "Tell me why you're so upset, I want to make you feel better."

Her golden brown eyes flicker to meet my dull green ones. Her shaky hand sets the tea down on the coffee table and then cup one of mine.

"I went to the doctor yesterday," she starts but then stops, her body shaking. I take a seat on the couch and collect her entire self to sit on me, my arms around her cradled body. "I wanted to get a new implant. H-He told me I couldn't. . ."

She starts crying again. I stroke the side of her face softly, as her hair is in a bun on top of her head. She's certainly the most beautiful woman I've ever have the pleasure of meeting.

"Why can't you get another implant?" If this is about birth control I'm perfectly happy wearing a condom. It's no big deal.

"He said I can't be on birth control because it could harm the baby." She buries her face in her hands and starts sobbing again.

"Well if it harms the bab-- Wait, what?" Baby? Harms what baby? "What are you--?"

She cuts me off so fast I can barely blink. "I'm pregnant, Harold. I am with child."

Ohhh.

"Why's that so bad?" I ask softly. "Do you not want to have kids?"

She looks up at me with teary eyes and wet eyelashes. She's so pretty. "You aren't mad?"

"Of course not. This should be the happiest time of our lives. We're engaged, having a baby, and our careers are doing amazing!"

"I can't model--."

I shush her with my finger. "You can model pregnant. You'll be the most gorgeous pregnant model of the twenty first century."

"Why are you so happy about this? We're so young. Marriage is one think, but a baby? I'm only twenty years old."

"Twenty one tomorrow," I remind her. She snuggles deeper into my chest. My hands fall to her flat stomach and my heart jolts.

I'm going to be a father. I promise the world I'll be the best father I can. And I'll start by being the best fiancé first.