Ruffled ~ H.S

Forty-Nine

**SMUT**

A/N: Need I say more?? ;) xD

We got so busy moving into the new house for the next few days that I still hadn't found the right moment to admit to Harry what my idiotic self was suspicious about while he was buying it. And it was really starting to make me anxious. Because the longer it took for me to tell, the more I got nervous about how Harry would react if I told him what I'd been thinking. And the more tempted I became to not tell him at all.

But I couldn't do that. I couldn't just keep it to myself. Because I knew that, eventually, it would just make me feel even worse.

OK. That's it. I can't do this anymore.

I'm gonna tell him tonight.

Fuck...I hope he won't be too upset about it...

As I finished going through the hotel's budget for this month, I let out a soft gasp as I suddenly heard Harry entering the house from the dining room. I glanced behind the couch and craned my neck just in time to see Harry walking into the living room with a couple of shopping bags dangling off his fingers – breaking out a warm smile as soon as he saw me curled up on the couch.

"Hello, sweetheart," he walked behind the couch and bent down to kiss me, "did you and the twins have a good day?"

"We did," I smiled back at him and nodded.

"Here – I want to show you something," he made his way around the sofa and sat down beside me on the couch, "look what I found at Mothercare today."

He pulled up a shopping bag with Mothercare's logo on it and placed it on the couch – smiling at me before reaching into the bag and pulling out a little box.

"It's a Video Baby Monitor," he explained to me, "it was on sale – £80 off – and I just had to get it," he admitted with a chuckle, "it's perfect for the twins, Deidre. If one of them wakes up crying in the middle of the night, then we can just look at the screen and see which one is awake straight away, and then we can get up, and make it to their room in two seconds."

"Oh...Harry..." I couldn't help sighing softly in awe, "that's a great idea..." I then looked at him and smiled, "you're always thinking about these babies, aren't you?"

"I've never been able to think of anything else since they were conceived," he smiled back at me, "with the exception of you, darling."

I let out a giggle as he kissed my forehead. "You've been so attentive since Day One, Harry...that's so amazing. I'm impressed that you're still not fed up with me and my mood swings and my food cravings and everything else," I chuckled.

"I could never be fed up with you, Deids. I love you too much," his smile grew as he gently pushed some stray hairs away from my face, "oh – and I also bought beef patties, so I'm gonna fry them up and give those babies a good feed of homemade burgers. You don't even have to worry about asking for no sauce this time."

"Aww..." I felt my heart swell at his thoughtfulness, "really? A-Are you sure?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" He asked me with a chuckle.

"Don't you get tired of waiting on me hand & foot?" I bit my lip anxiously.

"Don't be silly. A pregnant woman needs to be served. And I am more than happy to serve my pregnant wife," he touched his forehead to mine and kissed me tenderly, "you keep doing what you're doing, so long as you don't rise from that couch until the burgers are ready."

I sighed softly but smiled all the same. "OK, Harry."

"That's my girl," Harry smiled back and me and rubbed my knee before rising to his feet and taking the rest of his shopping bags to the kitchen.