Love is Lame

Chapter 32

OLIVIA

We started off the new semester well, Harry and I have psych together Monday Wednesday and Friday. It's our last class of the day so qhe goes to work right after. He loves his job, apparently. He gets home at 5:45 usually and I get home at 4 so it's a little different, but kind of nice. Right now I don't have any distractions as soon as I'm home, so I'll either do my work or meet up with Anna somewhere. We've gotten a lot closer.

Time was going by so fast, Harry's birthday passed in the blink of an eye and soon I was halfway through my pregnancy with no troubles. When my sense of smell kicked in, I spent two days cleaning out the fridge because something was rotting, I knew it. But I didn't find anything.

My 21st birthday was coming up and even though I won't spend it like I always imagined I would, I can't wait. For Harry's 21st we just went to dinner and he got a little tipsy and it was adorable. We'll probably just do the same for mine.

I sat down at the table and did some homework. Harry will be home soon and he'll be hungry, like he always is. I really don't feel like cooking so I guess we're having cereal tonight.

I heard the door opening and Harry came into the kitchen, kissing me hello. It's odd to see him in anything other than his regular black jeans and t shirt or flannel. He took off the apron looking thing he had to wear and his maroon thermal looked gorgeous against his skin.

"How was work?" I asked, sipping a glass of water.

"Boring. You?"

"Same," I answered honestly. "I don't feel like cooking really, sorry Charlie."

"It's all good," He sat next to me at the table and looked at my notes. "I was thinking we could have an old traditional Friday night in. I don't have to work till three tomorrow," He suggested and I nodded. "I stopped and rented some movies. Plus, I think you deserve it. You're doing so great."

I laughed. He's probably been reading into his books about how to be a supportive baby daddy, but I'll take it. "I don't think I'm the only one who deserves it."

"Well, you do what I do except there's a human in your uterus. So, I think you deserve it more." I laughed. His hair was getting longer and he wasn't doing much to it anymore, and it was getting curly. I loved it. He had to flip it out of his eyes, and when he wakes up it's all in his eyes.

He picked up a grape and threw it at me. It bounced off of my head and went into the cat food bowl, and we both were laughing at nothing now. I'm happy he's in a good mood, he almost never is when he comes home from work. I wish being pregnant didn't make you fat, because ten weeks ago he would have lifted me up and carried me into the living room where he'd tickle me and then we'd fuck. That sounds like a lot of fun.

"I'm hungry." I thought out loud, taking the tip of my pen between my teeth. I chewed and sucked on it until I felt it bending, like I do with all my pens.

"Go to the bathroom." Harry said to me, trying to keep a straight face and I didn't understand what he was trying to do.

"Why?" I laughed.

"Just do it, go to the bathroom." I furrowed my eyebrows at him and stood up, walking quickly to the bathroom.

Saying I have the best man friend is an understatement by about ten jillion. He had already dimmed the lights and everything, rose petals lying across the white floor and around the bathtub. He had his CD he made for me playing, and candles around the bubble bath.

I smiled to myself, feeling arms wrap around my waist. His lips felt like the inside of a rose on my jaw, I leaned my head to his opposite shoulder to make it easier for Harry.