Til Kingdom Come [Harry Styles- Bk 4]

ch.77 FINALE

The next nine months passed quite quickly. I went on maternity leave about halfway in my pregnancy. I've gained weight much more quickly and felt considerably slower in general. I guess it was the fact that I'm much older now than when I had Darcy or the twins. It's been about 12 years since I was pregnant with Farah and nearly two decades since I had Darcy. Damn. Two decades. 

I looked down at my wedding ring. Harry and I got married in May of 2014. Our twenty year anniversary is in exactly two months...

Darcy was away at the University of Maryland. She's undecided, but probably having a great time making loads of friends. Darcy has always been very outgoing. It will definitely help her land jobs and internships.

Harry misses her more than the air he breaths. We all miss her, but we knew this day would come sooner or later. We just hoped it would be later. 

I walked around slowly, rubbing my belly all the while. I didn't regret letting Harry give me another child, but other people would have liked me to be more adamant about not getting pregnant. But it's not like there's a time or age limit for having kids. Yes, menostruation and menopause provide parameters, but just because the average number of kids most Western women have is somewhere around 2.3 something, doesn't mean I'm not allowed to break that.

Hell, in Nonna's time, if you didn't have at least five kids, something was wrong with you. Now it's the opposite; it's all about how far you've gotten in whatever company you work for. I'm all up for advancing one's position in the work field, but motherhood has lost its novelty.

One of the most incredible things we can experience is bringing a child into the world. And as a woman, I take that responsability to heart. It's absolutely beautiful and incredible to have the power to create a human being inside you and to raise them to be good citizens.But many people seem to look down upon women with lots of children, thinking they're ignorant or meek or incompetent because they don't wear suits and ties like JT. 

Well I didn't chose between a career and a family; I was fortunate enough to have a good balance of both. 

The doorbell rang. I walked slowly to answer it, but Farah stood up as well. She had become quite helpful...and inquisitive in the time I've been pregnant.

"Can you like feel the baby move inside you, mom?" Farah asked.

"Yes, sometimes," I laughed lightly, rubbing my belly in a circular motion. I've been pregnant so many times that at this point, I was used to everything. Then again, I haven't been pregnant in so long that little things like the baby kicking, caught my attention.

Farah stepped closer to me.

"You can touch it if you want," I offered. Farah was hesitant at first. I knew it must have been awkward for her since she was learning about this sort of thing in Health class.

"I can feel him, mom," she gasped, staring from my eyes to my stomach. 

"He likes you, honey," I smiled. Farah rubbed my belly more comfortably.

And I was right. I am having a boy. Des and J.D. were excited out of their minds. They were very gentle with me in general throughout the pregnancy, but eeven more careful when they realized I was carrying their little brother slash personal minion.

Des was itching to teach wrestling moves to my unborn child. J.D. had studied child development in school and knew that one of their first instincts besides sucking is grasping. And he was determined to teach the baby how to grip a pencil.

I turned the doorknob of the front door.

"Angie," Harry grinned. He dropped his bags immediately and knelt down on his knees to kiss my stomach, then my lips. "Glowing. You're glowing so beautifully," he whispered. I smiled even more.