Chapter 3: Anne Arrives

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Meghan's point of view
Harry and I finished our lunch date and he paid. I got in the passenger seat and he got in the drivers seat, and he drove to pick up Anne, his mother.

We arrived at the Inn Anne was at and she was sitting outside on bench waiting. She had a huge smile on her face when she seen us. We parked the car and got out. I ran over to her. "Anne!" I squealed, hugging her tight.
"Hi Meghan sweetie!" Anne laughed, hugging me back.
"How have you been since our wedding?" I asked her.
"I've been great, so happy for you guys too! How have you been?" She asked me.
"I've been great, and so in love with your dear son!" I giggled.
"I'm in love with him too sweetie!" Anne chuckled.

After our conversation we got into the vehicle and drove to our house.

Harry parked the car and Anne was amazed. "Nice home just by the outside!" Anne chuckled.
"That was my reaction too Anne!" I giggled.
The three of us walked in the house and Anne was gobsmacked! "Wow!! This is a beautiful home!" Anne smiled wide.
"Thanks Mum!! I'll get Meghan to show you to your room, I'll get us some refreshments!" Harry grinned.
"Thank you Harry sweet!" Anne smiled.

Anne followed me up the medium sized staircase and into the spare room, next to our future child's bedroom. "Wow!! Its beautifully decorated in here!" Anne smiled in awe.
"Thanks! The house came furnished but Harry and I redecorated with the stuff we had!" I giggled.
"Job well done my dear!" Anne smiled wide.
"Thank you!" I smiled.
Anne placed her large suitcase on the queen sized bed in the room, and we walked down the hallway together, and sat at the marble island in the kitchen.

Harry had some iced tea poured into medium sized glasses for the three of us. "So, mum, how's Gem?" Harry asked.
"She's good, she misses the both of you!" Anne spoke.
"Misses me?" I questioned.
"Yes dear!! She's always talking about you!" Anne smiled.
"Really!!" I smiled. "She's such a sweet person!"
"Tell me about it! She's been like that since Harry's been born!" Anne chuckled.
"And my little lad is also a sweet person!" I grinned.
"Very!" Anne giggled.
"Girls!!" Harry smirked while blushing.

It was late evening, and my phone rang. It was Louis. "Hello?" I smiled.
"Hey Meghan, how have you been?" Louis asked.
"I've been good, how about you?" I asked, smiling.
"I've been ok, not too bad. I just called to ask a question," Louis stated.
"And that question is...?" I said.
"Since December is rolling around all over again, what is a good gift for Lottie??" He asked.
"Get her some makeup, she'll love that!!" I smiled wide.
"What kind??" He asked confused.
"Some naked palates from Sephora!" I giggled.
"Ok, I'll try my best. Makeup isn't a specialty of mine!!" Louis chuckled.
"Ok Louis, take care and good luck!!" I giggled.
"Alright, bye Meghan!!" Louis smiled, and hung up.

After I talked with Louis, it was around 9:30 in the night. I went into the bathroom Harry and I had in our room, and started my nighttime routine. I washed the makeup off my face, and cleaned it with a night scrub. I combed out my long hair and French braid it. I brushed my teeth and flossed. "Babes," Harry spoke, coming in the bathroom.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Would you like a glass of water or anything?" Harry asked.
"Sure!! Thank you babes. Place the glass on the night stand next to my side of the bed!" I smiled.
"Ok, I will!" Harry grinned and left the room.

Harry and I got into the bed and so did Anne since it was getting late. I turned on the lamp beside me. "Harry, my love.." I started.
"Yes sweet?" Harry asked, sitting up, putting his arm around me.
"I know it's been going on a year since we've been married for, but I think I'm ready for a child..." I smiled, tearing up.
"Really!! When would you like to try?" Harry asked.
"When Anne leaves we can try then!!" I spoke.
"Ok, are you sure baby?" Harry asked.
"Positive!! Goodnight baby!" I giggled, kissing him and laying down.
Harry lid down, facing towards me. The house was quiet. All you could hear was the breath of Harry and I.

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