After we left the restaurant we decided to go shopping on the Royal Mile which is filled with shops which is very nice because I want to find my families tartan and so I could get my sons a kilt so they could wear them when they go visit my parents in Ireland. So we find a nice kilter to make custom ones. We decide on getting Harry's clan Frasier. I think that the tartan is adorable because it is red and that is my favorite color in the world well besides green the color of Ireland. Then Harry buys the ones for our sons and the woman inspects my husband and she smiles and says,"Ye know? I might have somethin that might just fit Ye laddie! Wait here!" Then the lady walks to the back of the store and about five minutes later she comes back with a white shirt, black socks, a black sporran, a small knife with a kilt, flashes, sash, shoes and a glengarry. And she beams at Harry and says in a sweet voice,"Go to the back laddie and try this on!" Harry takes the items and goes into one of the dressing rooms to change. Harry comes out looking amazing everything looks perfect on him a true Scotsman. Harry reaches for his wallet and the saleswoman stops him and she says,"Put it away lad I'm giving this to you as a gift and another one for your husband after he has your children and I found his clan. Clan Horan was it lad?" The woman looks at me and I think I am about to cry and I nod and I say,"Thank you so much!" She beams and bends down to kiss my cheek and says,"Ye be welcome lad and make sure the wee ones don't cause you any trouble!" She waves us off and then we decide to go another store that sells baby clothes and I just coo over them so we decide to but a few outfits for Edward and James and I buy two for mine and Harry's nephew Justin so I can't wait to call them tonight because the outfits are for Louis's baby shower that is in a couple months.
After we are done shopping the boys help me into the car being careful of my injured ankle which I am thankful to have a loving husband and a kind best friend. We drive back to Connors house and then the two help me out and bring me into the house and they gently place me on the couch and Connor runs into the kitchen to grab an ice pack as Harry gingerly takes the ACE bandage off my swollen ankle and he chuckles as he says,"You are lucky that I am an EMT or you wouldn't be in this mess!" I fake a laugh not only because my husband is a practical joker but my ankle hurts like a bitch and I'm not joking it feels like someone took a knife and stabbed me there. Harry comes back with some Advil and a glass of water and the hands it to me and says,"Here I know it's not the best in the world but it will dull the pain as long as we get your ankle propped up and iced you should be good for the next 20 minutes and I will put the ice on again in 20 minutes okay?" I nod as I relax and turn on the tv and I start to watch it. I find it funny that my adult husband does not want to take off his kilt and I place a hand on my belly and I feel James kick and I say,"Yeah your daddy is crazy! Verra much!" Just as it was right on cue Harry walks in,"What about me?" I look at him with a smirk and I say,"Your son agrees with me that him and his brother thinks that there daddy is crazy for wearing his kilt all day!" Harry talks in his Scottish accent,"Ye don't like it Sassenach?" He walks over to me and carefully straddles me as he takes out his Sighn du and says lovingly,"Well why don't Ye show me instead of telling me? Hmm?" His lips lock with mine and we kiss for about a minute until I receive a call from Louis and Zayn. I pick it up and then I see Louis on the other side,"Hey lads how's Scotland?" Harry and I say together,"Oh my god it's beautiful!" I say,"Sorry if I am laying weird I twisted me ankle walking down a cobblestone street and Dinna Fash (Don't worry!) Louis your nephews are safe just a bit shaken up so yeah!" Louis looked at Harry and I concerned,"Are you sure your okay?" I nod and smile,"Sorry your nephews are kicking I think they are saying hello to their uncles!"
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