Ruffled ~ H.S

Forty-One

A/N: Yes, lots of you wanted a double update, so you're getting a double update xD 

But just one warning: this chapter has a lot of dialogue and tons of info about baby-making (this is an appointment to discuss baby-making, after all) which you may or may not find boring, but I still tried to make it fun :p So I hope you like it <3 <3

Harry & I woke up on Wednesday morning ecstatic for our appointment at Family Planning. We ended up spending a lot of the early morning discussing the appointment over breakfast – going over what questions we should ask the consultant and constantly saying how excited we both were to start our baby planning as soon as our appointment was done. After that, we went back upstairs to shower together (our minds were way too pre-occupied for shower sex though) since we both wanted to look fresh and presentable.

The rest of the day seemed to whizz by like a comet. In the late morning, I'd collected our client registration forms and put them back in their folder to give to the reception once we arrived, and then I read the pamphlet the receptionist had given us out to Harry while he ironed the clothes we were going to wear to the appointment. And, when the clock read 15 minutes from 2pm, the two of us were racing out the door – hardly able to contain our excitement as we climbed into Harry's Mercedes and drove to the Family Planning clinic while grinning at each other.

"We're here," I said with a giggle as I hugged our registration forms close to my chest, "oh, Harry...I'm so excited..."

"I know. Me too," he replied with a bright smile, "do you have our registration forms, love?"

"Mhmm," I nodded and smiled back at him, "are you ready to go inside?"

"So fucking ready," he replied with a chuckle, "come on. The sooner we get this done, the sooner I can impregnate you," he smirked at me.

I laughed. "Harry, we don't even know how soon we can start trying once I come off the pill."

"Don't try to ruin this for me, Deidre. I won't let you."

I laughed again. "Sorry."

Harry only rolled his eyes before chuckling again. "Come on. Let's go."

We both climbed out of the car, and Harry locked it by pressing the button on his key chain before wrapping his arm around my waist as we entered the clinic – and we saw that the same kindly receptionist we'd seen last Friday was also rostered on today.

"Oh, hello Mr and Mrs Styles," she looked at her watch and smiled at us, "you're right on time, I see."

"Of course," I replied with a smile, "our appointment is the only thing we've been talking about today."

"Lovely, lovely!" She chuckled, "So, do you have your registration forms?"

"Right here," Harry said with a nod – prompting me to hand over the blue folder with our forms inside.

"Thank you very much," she took the folder from us and smiled, "Nicole is just finishing up with another client at the moment. But please take a seat in the waiting room, and she'll be right with you."

"Sure," Harry nodded again – giving the small of my back a gentle pat to usher me along.

We entered the waiting room and were pretty relieved to find that it was nowhere near as full as it was last Friday. We both took a seat in an emptier corner of the room – beside a little corner table packed with all sorts of Family Planning-related magazines.

"Oh, Harry – look at this!" I eagerly picked up an issue of Parents magazine that was sitting on the table, "It's a baby shopping guide!"

"Oh, shit," Harry chuckled and took the magazine from my hands, "let's see, then. It's never too early to get clothing ideas to guarantee having a truly stylish baby."