Truly, Madly, Deeply

Chapter Nine

''I love you'' Harry whispered into my hair as I led my head on his bare chest. His long fingers ran through my hair and were lightly massaging my scalp.

''I love you too'' I replied as I looked up and met his eyes ''I'm so glad you're home''

''So am I. Especially after that'' He winked referring to what we were up to 10 minutes ago. I playfully hit his chest and reached up to place a small kiss on his jaw line.

''I spoke to my mum before I picked you up this morning and we were talking about my morning sickness'' I knew it was just a coincidence, but Harry would feel special about what my mum had said ''She said maybe the reason why I hadn't been ill this morning was because the baby knew you were coming home'' I smiled up at him. His eyes immediately lit up and a huge smile took over his face.

''She really thinks so?'' I had never seen him so happy as tears started to form in his eyes.

''That's what she said'' I was still staring at his perfect face, taking in every single detail of it.

He raised his hand to my cheek and brushed his thumb against it. ''Thankyou''

''For what?'' I asked, confusion clear in my voice.

''For staying with me. Being in a relationship with me can't be easy and I'm so glad you stuck around'' His tone turned serious as he placed a small kiss on my lips. My heart ached for him.

''Don't be silly, I wouldn't give you up for the world'' I assured him.

''Still, thank you. And especially for providing me with the most amazing thing I could ask for'' He explained as he placed his left hand on my stomach.

I smiled at his sweet and comforting gesture. I leaned up to his lips and placed a small kiss on the right corner of his mouth. ''It wasn't only me that made this baby''

My right hand found its way to Harry's on my stomach as I rested it lightly on top of his. ''Yeah, but I still feel like the luckiest guy in the world'' he said as he placed a kiss on my forehead. ''When do you think you will start getting a bump?''

''My mum started to show around 12 weeks, but everyone is different, so around that time I guess'' His face lit up once again as we were talking about our baby.

Our baby.

Our baby. I still couldn't get used to saying those words. And I don't think Harry has either.

We laid like this for another hour, talking about everything, from the activities we had previously been occupied with to how the tour went. It was difficult to concentrate on some of the things he was telling me because every few minutes I would find myself getting lost in his eyes.

No matter how many times I had seen them, they always mesmerized me.

''Belle?'' His deep voice made its way to my ears and pulled me out of my trance. I wasn't really listening to a word he was saying.

''Yeah, sorry, carry on'' I looked away from him as I felt heat rising to my cheeks.

''Baby, how long have we been together and you still blush?'' He teased, his dimples on show. He always liked to tease me about blushing as it happened on a very regular basis. And it always seemed to be his fault.

''Shut up'' I mumbled while playfully hitting his chest ''Carry on with your story''

He told me about what happened when he was shopping in the Apple store and papparazzi wouldn't leave him alone, so he went outside and signed a few autographs in hope that some of them would leave.