Love Story in Style

Love Story; and a Surprise..

*12 weeks later*

Taylor's POV

It's been 12 weeks since the best and at the same time, worst day of my life. Much has changed since the moment I learned I was going to be a mum. I've started reading "What to Expect", I have a bump the size of a cantaloupe, and baby is currently the size of an avocado. Speaking of avocados, I've started to get craving. The one that doesn't seem to ever go away is Pickles and Yogurt. I know what you're thinking; gross. It's actually really good. Just picture it, crunchy and creamy.... *stomach growls* "Ugh." I sigh. I am ALWAYS hungry and I'm starting to feel like a whale. The biggest change for Harry and I has been our living arrangements.
Last week, we began the process of moving into a nice three bedroom flat. Which is perfect for us, our room, the baby's, and a studio room for both of us. I've spent a decent amount of time in the studio if I'm being completely honest. It's where I am right now.

"We were both young when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashback starts..." I hum softly.

"I'm standing there, on the balcony with-"

I jump suddenly, "HARRY!" I scream.

He comes barreling into the room.

"What's wrong babe?" He questions out of breath.

"It's the baby I-" I begin.

"You what?" Harry questions curiously.

I smile, realizing what just happened.

"The baby kicked, Harry".

His dimples appear as a bright smile spreads its way across his face. I take his hand and move it to the spot where the kick just came from.

Harry's smile grows, "I felt that!"

Harry kisses me passionately, I inch closer to him on the couch in the studio. When suddenly, the baby kicks again.

"I think we have a little football player in there," Harry chuckles.

I laugh as I curl up closer to his chest and quickly fall asleep as Harry kisses my forehead and runs his fingers through my hair.

Harry's POV

I smile and hum quietly at the sight before me. Taylor is curled up in my lap in the studio, fast asleep. I am beyond scared. But I couldn't be any happier. Taylor doesn't like talking about it, but I know she's still struggling with the loss of our other baby. She has spent most of the past couple weeks in the studio writing.

"Harry," she murmurs in her sleep.

"Yes, love?" I kiss her forehead.

"We have a doctor's appointment in 20 minutes," she mumbles.

"Shit," I curse.

Taylor slowly gets up and goes into our room, I assume to change. I go out to the parking lot and start my Range Rover so that it isn't as cold for Taylor and for the baby. I smile to myself and think about the baby. Boy or Girl? I wonder. Will it have my curls and Taylor's eyes? I sigh.

Taylor steps carefully into the car and we drive away. The doctor's office is only a 2 minute drive from our flat.

"Hey babe," I start slowly.

She looks at me questioningly, "When do we find out if it's a boy or girl?"

She stops and furrows her brow thinking intently.

"Not for another couple weeks, I think." She said with a smile.

"Which do you want it to be?" I questioned.