Love is Lame

Chapter 35

HARRY

"Dude," I slurred tipsily sitting around my living room with Liv, Gemma and Liam. "After you give birth, your vagina is gonna be all flabby." I thought out loud, looking to Liv as everyone laughed.

"Don't you get like, stitches so it's not gross and droopy?" Gemma asked, sipping her beer and snorting.

"I hate all of you," Liv bit back her smile. She was the only completely sober person here, and she seemed to enjoy watching us be stupid as hell together.

"No, but seriously," I pressed on. "I won't have sex with you if your vagina is flabby."

Liv slapped my arm at my words. "The day I pop this baby out you will be all over me." She fought back and it was true, I can't wait to make love to her again but I won't say that out loud.

Liam laughed, getting up to get everybody another beer and Liv more water. Gemma ran her hand through her now purple hair and yawned. "After this one, I'm going to bed." She announced, cracking open the can. We bought a double bed for the nursery that would one day be for Marina, but for now it's used for our guests.

"We should too, babe, you have work tomorrow." Liv patted my thigh. I scratched my jaw, realizing I need to shave. I definitely do not want to go to bed, I'm having such a great time. If Liv weren't about to burst, we would go fuck for an hour or so but I can't do that now. Falling asleep next to her is great, too. I can settle for that.

"Alright baby," The second word slipped out of my lips by accident. My arm went to behind her backrest and I ran my hand through the ends of her hair.

"This is still weird for me." Gemma blurted out, pointing to the both of us. I smirked, feeling the softness of Liv's hair against my fingertips. I wasn't used to it, either. Having someone who loves me unconditionally no matter what shit I put her through is so beautiful and I never want to lose her.

I could hear Gemma and Liam's voices but I couldn't make out words. I'm not only intoxicated from this alcohol. Watching Livi laugh, seeing her face light up when she smiles. The feeling of her shaking as she laughs against my chest. The way our legs were brushing under the table. The way her stomach was carrying our creation.

Lying in bed with Liv's body pressed to mine, a drunken smile was slapped across my face and it wouldn't go away. "Goodnight Olivia." The smile in my voice was apparent, and Liv giggled as she kissed my hand.

"Goodnight Harold." She kept her lips pressed against my hand for a moment, and I didn't like the loss of contact so I pressed mine against her shoulder.

"I'll always love you, no matter what Olivia Grace."

I mumbled into her ear. She made a small sound from her throat for me to continue. "And as much as a pig that this makes me sound, I cannot wait to make love to you again, and I cannot wait to marry you, and I cannot wait to have our beautiful daughter."

I heard her smile. "You're drunk."

"Very." I grumbled, feeling the scratchiness of my voice in my throat. "But I love you. I'm drunk, you're pregnant, it's 78 degrees outside, and I love you more than anything in the world." I kissed her shoulder and she was quiet, pretending to be asleep. I felt suddenly sober from my words, almost as if they had waken me up.

As I felt Liv sink into me ten minutes later and her breathing steadied in a deep sleep, I matched my breathing to hers and drifted to sleep.

The next day at work, it was basically dead until after lunch. During the day it's mainly just old people who ask where the bathroom is when they get there, look at magazines and cookbooks in the cafe, but never buy anything. It's annoying as hell, and Stephen and I usually make fun of them.

Today, though, I got a surprise visitor in yoga pants and a tank top. She knows I hate when she wears those damn pants in public, but I don't think many people are looking at a pregnant woman. Liv walked to my register, smiling as she sat her water bottle down.

"Well hello there," I smiled, placing my hand over hers. I looked around to make sure my manager wasn't around before I leaned forward and pecked her lips. "What are you up to?"

"I was at yoga and stopped at Panera and I decided to come see my baby daddy." She was unusually smiley but it was adorable.

"I'm glad you did." She just kept smiling, her eyes were grey in this lighting and her hair on top of her head was a mess but she was so giddy. "Are you alright?"

"Absolutely." She said trying not to laugh. "I bought you something," She confessed and bit her lip.

"What is it?"

"I can't tell you for a couple more weeks." She laughed at me as I threw my hands in the air.

"A couple weeks?!" I laughed. From the corner of my eye, I saw Stephen looking at us and slightly smirking as he swiped someone's credit card. "Why did you tell me now?"

"I wouldn't be able to hold it in. You probably know what it is, anyway," Her eyes turned dark as she looked at me and now I know what it is exactly. Lingerie.

"Don't do this to me at work." I smacked her hand and she laughed, squeezing my hand.

"I'm cooking tonight. See you later, love you." She leaned across the counter and kissed me quickly, her tongue poking out just to tease me.

"Love you." I called after her as she walked out. And my god, did I love her.

"Dude," Stephen said to me as we were both getting ready to leave. "You're like, not a dude when she's around."

I tried not to laugh. "Obviously I am, I got her pregnant."

Stephen rolled his eyes as we walked to the parking lot. "I mean you like, really care about her. I hope I get like that someday." We walked to our separate cars and I smiled the whole way home.

OLIVIA

Anne, Gemma and Liam drove into the city for the next few days, so now it was just Harry and I again. I made tacos for dinner, finishing them as soon as Harry opened the door. He kissed my cheek, talking about the rest of his day and a whole bunch of stuff. I kind of had to ask him if he was planning on going to his dads wedding, but I'm a little too scared. Marina will be born by then, it's in September but I doubt Harry wants to go.

We sat in the living room to eat, watching some show about animals. At a commercial, I turned it down and Harry turned to me. "What?"

"Well, I kind of have a question," I said, leaning towards him and wiping sauce off of his lip. He nodded, licking his lips and furrowing his eyebrows. "Do you want to go to your fathers wedding?"

He chewed on his bottom lip and raised his eyebrows. "Do you?"

I thought about it for a minute. "I would kind of like to meet the rest of your family, plus we'll have the baby by then..."

"So you do?" He was tapping his foot on the ground.

"Only if you do." I promised him, putting my hand on his leg trying to comfort him.

"Well, Gemma's going and probably taking Liam. Mums not going, but I don't blame her. He's living in Chicago now, so it's going to be a trip with a newborn. But if you want to go then I want to." He patted my thigh and I smiled.

"Okay, cool," I tried not to smile so big but I am so fucking proud of how far he's come, it hurts. I love him.

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