Harry: "Hey babe, will you hang my angel ornament up there near the top of the tree?" You asked your husband. "Um, yeah, sure, but you usually don't let me touch that one," he replied, giving you a weird look. He knew that the angel was given to you by your great grandmother before she died, you loved it. When you were 12 your house had burned down, but you'd managed to save the angel because it was in your hand when you ran out. Almost losing it made it even more special than it was before. You always hung it up because you didn't want anything to happen to it, but you couldn't this year. You were seven months pregnant and couldn't get up the ladder to reach the top.
"I know, I just can't hang it high enough from the ground. Please? I trust you," you said, smiling at him and handing him the ornament. "If you're sure," he mumbled, holding the tiny angel as carefully as he could.
All of the sudden your phone rang. "I'll get it," you said, setting down the candy canes you'd been hanging on the tree. "Oh hi mom!" you answered. "Yes, everything is going great here, Har-" you stopped when you heard a crash, followed by a string of curse words. You got off the phone and rushed into the living room, only to see your husband with his head in his hands, staring at the ground. "Oh no," you whispered, taking a step closer to see what had happened. To your horror, at Harry's feet was a small pile of broken light pink glass. Your angel.
"Y/N, I'm so sorry, it was an accident, I don't even know how it happened," Harry started, still staring at the broken item. He looked at you and saw big tears rolling down your cheeks, making him feel even worse. "Y/N," he whispered, reaching for you. You stepped back, looking at him through tear-filled eyes. "I trusted you Harry. With one of the only things that survived the fire of my childhood home," you continued, unable to control the look of disappointment on your face. "I know, I'm sorry," Harry tried to say, but you cut him off. "No. Just, let me get over this," you said, walking away. You just needed some time to yourself. How did this happen? This was basically your worst nightmare.
You went up to the bedroom you shared with Harry and flopped on the bed. It wasn't easy, considering you were very pregnant. All you could do was sob. That angel was just about all you had left from your childhood, and now it was gone. You'd planned on passing it down to your baby when he or she was old enough. Now that could never happen.
You must have fallen asleep, because you suddenly hear a door slamming. You look at the clock and see that it's almost 7pm, so you decide to get up. "Y/N?" Harry calls. You think about not answering, but decide it's not worth it, he'll find you eventually. "I'm in the bedroom," you call, getting off the bed and stretching.
Harry walks in and gives you a wary look, assesing your mood. You raise your eyebrow at him, expecting him to have something to say. "Okay," he starts. "I've been gone for the last six hours trying to find an angel ornament like the one I broke. I have had no luck at all, there aren't any. I'm sorry," he hung his head in defeat. "I'm not mad anymore," you whisper, taking a step towards him. "I was just really sad and with the baby and all, I've been extra emotional lately," you finish, taking his hands in yours. "I'm so glad you don't hate me," Harry sighs, kissing your forehead gently. "I could never hate you Harry. I love you," you reply.
You and Harry stand there for a few minutes, just enjoying each other. Suddenly you feel a shooting pain in your abdomen. "Harry," you say, stepping out of his arms. He gives you a questioning look and you feel another pain. "I think our baby is coming!"
