8 months later of raging hormones and the feeling of hunger every two minutes.
"Callum?" Harry said feeling tired.
"Yes baby?" Callum said as he had bags under his eyes.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked.
"Yes of course, why do you ask?" Callum said.
"Because I this feeling that you're depressed." Harry looked at Callum as he got up.
"I won't lie, I am but it's it because of you. I'm just worried that I won't be a good father." Callum said.
Callum noticed how Harry was uncomfortable so they sat down.
"You make a great dad. Don't worry until our baby is here." Harry smiled.
"I won't, I wont lie to you but putting up with your hormones is a 24 day job." Callum chuckled.
"I know baby, I'm trying so hard to control it. I'm sorry if I get annoyed with you sometimes." Harry said feeling guilt.
"It's okay babe, I still love you. You also warned me so I shouldn't say anything." Callum smiled.
"I did baby. Can we go to bed? I feel very sleepy." Harry said yawning.
"Of course, let me help you up the stairs." Callum said as he helped Harry up the step.
Harry finally reached the bed and relaxed as he groaned in exhaustion.
"Gosh, carrying a child gives you the worst back aches." Harry mumbles.
"I know baby, You should have some rest. If you need to go toilet just wake me up." Callum told him as he pecked Harry's forehead.
"Goodnight, I love you."
"I love you too, goodnight!"
