Pregnant With Your Baby

8. Babies

"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment." -Ralph Waldo Emerson

Louis pov.

"Haz, could you get some grapes. Buttercup really wants some," I said while playing with his curls. I hope our baby has pretty curls and dimples.

"Buttercup?" He asked lifting his head off of my lap, looking at me with a raised brow.

"I don't want to call my baby an 'it'," I told him in a 'duh' tone, releasing a small chuckle afterward.

"Our, and what kind of grapes do you guys want?" He corrected me stretching his muscles as he stood up from the bed.

"The purple ones," he nodded and continued to ask, "Is that all love?" I was about to respond but I was cut off by Gemma.

"I want pancakes and bacon. " Gemma said peaking her head into our room, afterward going downstairs.

Harry rolled his eyes, "I wasn't asking you."

A few moments later we followed and went downstairs into the kitchen. I sat on the counter watching as Harry moved around the kitchen preparing breakfast for us. I would be lying if I said watching him cook without a shirt on wasn't turning me on.

"Hey guys-" Gemma began clearing her throat before proceeding, "I have something I wanna tell you guys after breakfast." She said looking down playing with her fingers, nervously.

"Is everything okay?" Harry asked stopping his movements to give his full attention to his older sister.

"Um- yeah, I mean I guess so," he squinted his eyes at her as if he was trying to read her mind.

"Why can't you say it now?" Harry asked somewhat frustrated, he is very impatient he likes to know things right away.

I stayed quiet not wanting to jump into the conversation.

"I rather tell you after breakfast," Gemma replied in a low tone barely keeping eye contact with him.

"Okay," he said turning back around continuing to make breakfast. I could tell that he was annoyed but didn't want to keep pressing his sister to talk.

Thirty minutes later we finished having breakfast. Might I add it was very silent, a tense silence? The whole time we just ate while Harry rubber my belly occasionally.

"Okay, what do you have to tell us?" Harry asked pushing his plate to the side, he tapped his finger on the table waiting for her to say something.

"So do you guys remember the party that we went to two weeks before you left, Harry?" why do people always ask questions, that they know the answers too?

"Well, I met this guy, Zayn. Some things took place that night if you know what I mean and-"she paused taking a deep breath, "I'm pregnant. I told him and he keeps denying the baby, and I just don't know what to do anymore." I could see the sadness in her eyes when she looked at us.

Sometimes words aren't enough, so I decided to get up and go over to the other side of the table to sit next to her.

"love, how far along are you?" I said hugging her, rubbing her back trying to calm her. I personally wouldn't be able to mentally take Harry denying our child, so I could only imagine how heartbroken she is.

"Around sixteen weeks. Louis, I'm absolutely terrified, there is no way that I can do this alone." I hugged her tighter, as she began to uncontrollably sob into my chest.

I wish I could take all the pain away from her, she's doesn't deserve to be going through something like this. I hate to see such a great person feel so defeated.

"I'm going to kill him," Harry said getting up, grabbing his keys off of the kitchen counter.

"Harry, where are you going," he can't be serious right now, his pregnant sister is having a mental breakdown and he's leaving.

"I'll be right back, I love you," Harry said giving me a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"I love you too," I said returning the hug, giving his hand a tight squeeze as he pulled away.

"Don't worry Gem, I'm going to fix this. I love you, " he reassured her, rubbing her back.

He then headed out the front door.

"Hey, put my damn grapes down! Those are for me and buttercup, not you!" I said jokingly causing Gemma to laugh, making me smile.