Letters to Andee

Chapter 26

CHAPTER 26

ANDEE'S POV

I roll over and notice there's more room in the bed than when I fell asleep. I open my eyes slowly to see the late morning sun shining through Harry's window. I've realized that I've made it a habit of sleeping over at Harry's... My hormones make me all needy and I like having someone in the bed with me.

I can't believe this pregnancy is almost half over... I've obviously had so many pregnancy symptoms and it's already hit me that I'm going to be a mom but finding out that Baby is a boy just adds another wave of realization. I smile to myself and put a hand to my stomach and trace little patterns over my bump.

I know I thought it was a girl for the longest time but now I can't imagine having a girl. I can't wait to see if he looks like Harry... if he has dimples and green eyes, or if he'll have my brown eyes... I giggle slightly when I think of him wearing skinny jeans and a button up shirt.

My stomach demands food mid giggle and I smile and get up. I glance around the room and find a sweater of Harry's to pull over my head. I leave the bedroom and walk down the hallway to see Harry at the kitchen table writing something.

"What're you doin Har?" I yawn as I walk towards him.

"Oh nothing..." he smiles as he slides the pages into a folder and turns to me just as I get to him. He wraps his arms around me in a quick little hug and I kiss his forehead.

These normal things and displays of affection are getting easier and easier for me and that makes me want to shout for joy.

"How is the little lad treating his mumsy this morning?" he chuckles and pats my stomach before pulling me to sit on his lap.

I blush, of course, and swat at his chest before answering. "We're hungry, actually..." he grins.

"See..." he sighs and shakes his head, he has that mischievous gleam in his eye, "I would make you breakfast but you still owe me twenty pounds." He grins again.

"Fine, I'll make my own breakfast, thank you..." I flip my hair and stand up off of his lap.

"While you're at it babe, could you make me some too?" he grins at me, he laughs at my expression and shakes his head quickly. "I'm just kidding, I already ate. I could go for some lunch though." he chuckles.

"Oh hush," I roll my eyes at his subtle dig at me sleeping so late. "Your son makes me tired." The biggest smile fills his face and there's a little gleam in his eye that wasn't there before. "What have you been up to?" I ask after getting out the ingredients for an omelet.

"Well, after your snoring woke me up," he starts but stops to laugh at the middle finger I'm giving him. "I made myself a cup of tea and just sat down and started writing some things."

"What kind of things?" I ask while the eggs sizzle.

"Oh, nothing special... just a few thoughts I had." He shrugs and stands to come into the kitchen and he starts making a sandwich.

"Okay mister secretive." I wave my hands around sarcastically. "What are we gonna do today?" I ask while I add my vegetables to the eggs. This is going to be the most bomb ass omelet that ever was.

"Well, the furniture for the nursery is supposed to get here any minute now, so I thought we could have a construction day, since you don't have to go into work today either." He shrugs and takes a bite of his sandwich.

"That sounds fun." I shrug with a smile while I slide my omelet onto a plate.

Harry put his food on a plate too and we sat down at the table together. When we were practically done with our meals the doorbell rang. Harry went to answer the door and I took the plates to the sink. Harry helped the delivery man move the boxes inside.