Made in the A.M. (Narry pregnancy)

You & I

*Nialls' P.O.V.*

I'd like to say that the next few weeks that Harry wasn't so moody, but he was. Harry was now 35 weeks along and didn't know how he felt about it yet. I didn't know how I felt about it yet either. He hadn't been able to sleep still and was getting to that point in pregnancy where he was getting uncomfortable. All night long he was tossing and turning and when I tried to cuddle him, I woke the baby up and it would start kicking. Because the baby was woken up by me and started kicking and moving, Harry would wake up. His cravings were also getting worse. Last week it was Nutella spread over gummy bears, and this week it was mustard with anchovies. He didn't even like anchovies so why he suddenly likes them. 

"Niall!" I was taken out of my thoughts as I heard Harry calling my name. "Huh? What?" I looked down at his beautiful face. I was sitting on the couch as Harry was laying flat on his back and his head lying perfectly on my lap. "You alright babe?" He asked again with a chuckle. "Yeah. How is baby Styles today?" I asked as I touched his bump slightly. "It's been a lazy day for baby Horan today." He replied as he placed his hand on top of mine. Needless to say we haven't decided on a last name yet alone a name. We wanted to wait until Harry was holding the little addition to our family in his arms to pick the perfect name.

"I'm hungry." he moaned as I looked back down at him. "Do you want me to get something to eat?" I asked before he nodded and I helped him sit up gently. He sat up and rested his hand on his bump before he looked at me. "Can you believe we only have a few weeks left before we meet this amazing little one?" he asked. "I can't wait to meet him or her babe." I replied as I walked over to the kitchen. "Does daddy want extra mustard today?" I giggled before pulling out the anchovies and mustard from the refrigerator. "Oh! No more mustard for this daddy. It gives daddy really bad heartburn and doesn't make baby too happy. Daddy is craving strawberries with ketchup this time." Lucky for me we actually have both of those in the refrigerator so I pulled them out as I started washing the strawberries. 

I heard a grunt as Harry got up off the couch. He stumbled a few times but it was normal at this point in pregnancy. We were told by the doctor that Harry could be a little more clumsy than normal. I continued to wash the strawberries as I saw his tattooed arms wrap around me and his face bury itself in between my shoulder blades. He breathed out as I felt his warm breath on my back. "What you doing there baby?" I asked when he kept clinging onto me as I walked over to get something to wipe up some water that I spilled. "Don't leave me." He moaned gripping me tighter. "I'm not going anywhere Haz." I replied with a giggle. "I'll be right back. Baby just kicked daddies bladder so he needs to use the bathroom." Harry walked to the guest bathroom around the corner as fast as he could before having a little accident. 

As Harry was using the bathroom I looked at the little chalkboard that we keep hung next to the refrigerator telling us what food the baby is the size of, how far along Harry is, and his craving for the week. On the corner of the chalkboard is a picture of that weeks' ultrasound picture. This week our baby is the size of a larger cabbage and Harry is 30 weeks. I erased Harrys' last craving and carefully wrote down Strawberries with ketchup under the Daddies Craving section. I ran my fingers carefully over the scan picture as I teared up a little.