I woke up around 3:30am with a slightly uncomfortable feeling in my abdomen, it was also then that I realized my pajama pants and the bed were cold and wet. As my mind suddenly put the pieces together I shot up from my spot on the bed and waddled into the en suite.
Upon further inspection I was relieved to find that it wasn't blood, nor was it pee. But before I could calm down and breath it dawned on me that it must've been my water that broke. I was having this baby earlier than predicted apparently.
"Harry," I tried to keep my cool as I slowly walked back into the bedroom with my hands holding my belly.
He was in too deep a sleep to hear me so I walked over to his side of the bed and started to lightly shake his shoulder.
"Harry, babe if you don't get up right now I'm going to roll you off this bed." He still seemed unaffected at my poor attempt to wake him so I started to hit his shoulder, and then his back but still, he didn't even flinch.
I sighed out loud and tugged the covers off his body and threw them to the end of the bed. I continued to shake him with one hand while I slapped his right cheek, I tried my hardest to be as gentle as I possibly could be but apparently I didn't know my own strength.
"Ah- shit what the fuck was that for, Desiree." I guess you could say he wasn't happy, but it's his kid that could pop out of my at any second.
"Don't be such a bitch, Harry and get up. My water broke." I didn't mean to call him a bitch but it just kinda happened. However as my words registered in his sleepy mind, he was out of bed in a split second and pulling clean clothes on.
"I'll grab the bag you just, you go sit in the car." I nodded and quickly changed my panties and pulled on a pair of athletic leggings.
Walking stairs had been the worst thing ever throughout the course of my pregnancy. My stomach was just so big and I couldn't see over it so I was constantly almost falling up and down the damned things.
Harry had insisted we move into one of the down stairs bedrooms but I assured him I would be fine, and there was no point in moving all out stuff just to have to move it all again a few months later.
I climbed into the passengers seat of, Harry's new Range Rover which he just had to have, but it wasn't really my place to tell him how to spend his money so I just rolled my eyes at him every time he bragged about it in conversation. You would be surprised how often that was.
"Okay.. Okay, I've called my mum, your sisters and Katy, and Elysee. They said they'll meet us at the hospital." I nodded and plugged my seat belt in while taking a few deep breaths.
The contractions were slowly starting to kick in and I just wanted to get to the hospital as soon as possible so they could put me on whatever pain meds I was allowed. Harry intertwined his fingers with mine and brought it up to his lips where he placed a sweet kiss on each knuckle, momentarily taking my mind off of the building pain.
"Here we go baby."
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"We need a doctor, she's having our baby." Harry yelled frantically once we took one step inside the hospital.
I scolded him but couldn't do anything more since he was currently the only thing keeping me from falling. On the drive over here my contractions made another appearance, but this time they decided they wanted to stay.
Seconds later a few nurses and a doctor came rushing over with a wheelchair. They carefully sat me down and immediately started to roll me through the hospital to the maternity ward.
Harry tried to follow right behind us but I looked over my shoulder and watched as he was dragged away to fill in the paperwork. Great.
"Deep breaths ma'am, we'll have you to a room in no time." One of the young nurses tried to reassure me with a warm smile.
