Give Me Hope (h.s)

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I play on the guitar at work, my feet on the desk while I sit back in my chair. My fingers strum and I hear the phone ring, the man up front answering it.

"Harry, it's for you," he says, my body moving up.

"Hello," I say, then I hear Arabella's rushed voice.

"Hey, hey, slow down, what's wrong?" I ask, suddenly very worried something happened to her.

"I-I need to talk to you. And I don't want to do this over the phone," she says, my eyebrows furrowing. I take the phone into one of the practice rooms and sit down, putting my hand through my hair.

"Why are you so upset? What happened?" I ask, her sniffles signalling she's been crying.

"I-I wasn't feeling well this morning. And I got sent home because I...threw up," she explains, my eyes closing.

"Baby, I told you to stay home. You haven't been feeling well the past few days," I say, her sigh heard. She takes a shaky breath and I frown, not knowing what to do.

"I just needed to talk to you. I'm a mess of emotions right now," she says, and I sigh now. I can't leave work, but at the same time, I need to know what's wrong.

"Did something else happen at work? Are you being treated bad?" I ask, and she quickly shuts me down.

"No, I just...feel like we need to talk when you get home," she says, and I get extremely worried. I fear she's scared and will end up wanting to leave, but I'm overreacting. I'm sure it will be fine, but I just need to make sure my girl- my wife is okay.

"I, uh, guess I'll talk to you when I get home," I say, and she agrees.

"I love you, Arabella, don't forget that," I tell her, and I can almost sense the smile through the phone.

"I love you too, Harry."

I hang up and walk back out, helping out customers. My mind is clouded for most of the day and I close up shop, walking down to my new car. Well, new to me. I bought it used.

When I park in the garage, I walk up to the apartment and open the door. Arabella is sitting on the couch with a blanket around her, her hair pulled up.

"Hi Bella," I say, her lips curving over at me.

"Hi Harry," she grins, my feet walking towards her. I take her legs and put them over my lap, moving my hand to her cheek. I kiss her, but I feel her almost reluctantly pull away. My hand is taken from her cheek and she squeezes it tightly.

"Is everything okay?" I ask, and I receive a small shrug. I frown, not enjoying the sight of my wife so upset. She's incredibly torn and looks as though she's seen a ghost.

"I-I know that because we're married, you're not going to leave," she says, tearing up. I clench my jaw and force her to look at me, worried she's put thoughts into her head that I might do something.

But I'm scared she did something that might make me leave, like potentially seeing another man. And I blurt the first thing that comes into my head.

My hand holds her chin and she looks up at me. "Did you cheat on me?" I ask, her face dropping.

"Never. No, no. Please Harry, you're the only one," she whispers, my fear lessening.

"Then what's wrong, Bella?" My words are soft but I'm scared. Who knows what could come between us, because for all I know, Dark Plague and Bone Thrashers are still out there.

She's quiet, biting her lower lip as tears falls. I wipe away a few that fall and she looks at me, building strength to say what is on her mind.

"I'm pregnant," she whispers, and my lips part. My heart stops for a moment but I just stare at her, my hand falling from her face.

Never, ever, in my life have I thought about kids. Never. There was never a reason to settle down or start a family so I never thought about this kind of thing. I've never been in contact with kids and I really have no idea what to do or how to care for them.

Her small hands move onto my cheeks and I look into her eyes, my heart starting to beat again. A hand runs through my hair and she leans up, resting her forehead on mine.

"Please don't be scared," she whispers, my hand moving to her waist. I don't have words. I just want to hold her and keep her in my arms until I finally process the fact that we're becoming parents.

So all I do is lift her up, set her on my lap and hold her. Her legs wrap around my waist and her arms are around my neck, my head buried in the nape of her neck. Her fingers play with my hair and I just hug her close, knowing that somewhere inside her is a baby. A fucking baby.

I squeeze her tighter just at the thought. My eyes shut and I have so many thoughts racing through my head. I'm going to be a father. A child in nine months is going to call me dad.

I'm going to be a dad. And she's going to be a mom. And we're starting a family.

I start to come around and I grip her waist tighter, tears falling from my eyes. But she lifts my head, my body reluctant to show her my tears, but she holds my face. She wipes the tears, her lips pressing to my forehead.

"Harry, please say something," she whispers, her eyes pleading as they look into mine.

I look into her eyes and she watches me closely, her hands holding my cheeks. We're so fucking young to be having kids but right now it feels so right. We've made it, and what better way can we celebrate than starting a family.

Well, there are other ways but this seems perfect to me.

"I love you so fucking much," I tell her, her smile quick before I kiss her. I run my hand under her shirt and feel over her stomach, my lips softly pulling away.

We spend hours just sitting and feeling her stomach, my arm holding her to me while she's in my lap.

"I want to know what you're thinking," she says, my eyes closing. There's a lot going on in my mind right now and I can't even begin to explain. The apartment is too small, and there isn't much room for a baby. But we have months until the baby will come.

"I'm...we don't have room for a baby," I tell her, her hand holding my cheek.

"It's gonna be okay. As long as we plan out what we need together," she says, my eyes looking at her. It's strange to think how optimistic she's being but I'm glad she's confident.

"How are you so calm?" I ask, her lips pressing to my cheek.

"Because I spent all day thinking and making myself understand this. I'm excited, because I want to do this with you," she smiles, my lips curving.

"And here's my favorite part," she smiles, kissing me. "We're going to make a baby that will be just like you or me."

I smile wider just thinking that I could have a daughter just like her, but at the same time, we could have a son just like me.

I kiss her again and she holds my face, my arms holding my girl close. We spend days planning, figuring out doctor's appointments, and I bask in the feeling of becoming a father. There is nothing I could have imagined that would feel so insane, but I am in love with this feeling.

When I get home from work every day, I talk to Arabella about how she's feeling. She takes it easy at work, but being the head baker is still a fast pace job.

As I get home, I walk to the bedroom and change into sweats. Arabella gets home shortly after me and I pull her into my arms.

"How are you?" I ask, her lips curving.

"I'm good. Feeling better today," she says, and I smile. She leans into me and I kiss her forehead, holding her close to me. We still have a long way to go, but we're gonna be the best parents I know.

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