"Pregnant? I'mnotpregnant." I protest and Harry sighs, standing up from his spot on the couch. He makes his way over to me, gently laying his hands onto my shoulders. I look up into his eyes, not seeing a hint of deception in them. I sigh, suddenly coming to terms with the fact that I am pregnant. Then, confusion fills my mind. "But, wait. WhydidthepalacedoctorsaythatIwasn'tpregnant?" I question Harry and he frowns before his eyes widen.
"Theonlywaythatthebabywouldnotshowuponanultrasoundisifthe baby isgood." He breaths out in relief and I softly smile.
"Thisisgood, right?" I ask him and he nods, a smile of his own plastered onto his face.
"This is verygood, mylove." He says, bringing his lips to mine.
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"Iamsosorry, myLord, yourHighness. Yourultrasoundshowedabsolutelynofetusinyourwomb. InowknowthatthisisbecauseyouarecarryinganAlvah." The palace doctor explains and I nod. The doctor, then, moves the ultrasound wand around on my stomach, revealing my baby.
Ourbaby.
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"Wow!" I gasp, my eyes trained onto my baby moving around inside of me. "HowmanyweeksamI?" I ask the doctor and she smiles.
"Twelveweeks." She answers me and I nod, finally turning around to look at Harry, only to find him no longer there. I frown, immediately feeling worried for Harry.