The Devil Wears Saint Laurent (h.s.)

chapter twenty-seven

Author's note: it's a little depressing, sorry. My mom had a miscarriage recently, sorry guys I haven't been updating that frequently, however I'm back on my game. Me and my family were just in a haze of sadness for a while. Thank you angels who are still reading, commenting, and voting, I love you guys! Also thank you ckara70 for nominating me for best fanfic awards, you are incredible! ❤️❤️

~Eleven weeks later~

I was now 19 weeks pregnant and boy has it been gross. I've only gained 18 pounds, while that isn't a lot at all, it certainly feels like it. My boobs and my back ache like a motherfucker. My boobs feel like ten thousand pound bricks, hanging off my chest. My back feels like it could give out at any moment, like Bella in the second Breaking Dawn movie.

Life has been good, my job has been ok. I'm now the personal assistant of Keira Dunne (a/n: she's not real) She's a young actress who stars in a new MTV show. It's a lot different from being Harry's personal assistant, and it's a bit more work than I'm used to, but it's been good. Keira is really nice and we get along well, however her pickiness annoys me immensely. She once made me take out every red and blue M&M because apparently red and blue food dyes are "cancerous", I think that's bullshit.

I had a doctors appointment today and this time, Harry was coming along. To say he was excited, would be an understatement. We were gonna see if we could find out the gender and I honestly didn't want to know. For me, I really wanted it to be a surprise, until my baby shower. I wanted Harry to tell me the baby's gender in a cute interesting way I know Harry was desperate to know, so the surprise thing wouldn't work for him.

I'm allowing the doctor to reveal the gender to Harry and not me. Harry swore that he wouldn't tell me, and I hope he doesn't. Cara and Abbey also really want to know, so basically it's everyone except me and I hope they can keep it a secret.

"Angel face, where's Cheeto?" Harry asks while searching the house for the little sneak.

"Probably in the cabinets again." I sigh.

Last night, I opened the cabinet to get a cup and Cheeto was just laying down in a bowl, unbothered by anything.

"Aha!" Harry shouts as he opens the cabinet and takes her out, "You love making us look for you, huh?"

"I'd like to not be late to this appointment, Harold." I tap my foot impatiently.

"Alright, let's go."

"Meow"

I look down and see Cheeto staring up at us with her green eyes, giving us the most adorable, "Please stay" look. I was trying not to give in, she was so persistent sometimes.

"Damn it, she's doing it again." Harry sighs while shaking his head.

"Aw Harry, I can't leave her. Look at her little face." I whine, feeling pitiful for Cheeto. She doesn't want to be left alone.

"Charlotte, we can't bring her to the OBGYN."

Now it was my turn to give him the begging, pouty lipped look. "Please Harry?"

"Angel Face I would, but you know they don't allow cats in their . . . or any type of animal for that matter. We can't leave her in the car, I think that's against the law now."