Finding My Way Back To You

Chapter 24

ARIANNAS POV

**ABOUT SEVEN MONTHS LATER (middle of the month?)**

 "Harry c'mon we have to finish." I laugh as he puts me down gently.

'Ok fine." he pouts, picking up the brush and swiping it against my cheek. I kiss his lips, then move to the wall.

'So we need to finish painting this wall, and that one." I tell him pointing to the two white walls.

"Okay, but cant we take a break?" he asks, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.

"What kind of break?" I ask, turning to face him.

"One where we just sit down and talk." he replies and I nod.

I carefully sit down on the floor, leaning my back against the wall.

"You're lucky this wall isnt wet with paint." he chuckles as he sits down next to me.

"I'm not stupid Harry." I say, playfully shoving him.

He chuckles, resting his hand on my baby bump. "We're finally going to have a family." he whispers and smiles, looking up at me.

"I know." I whisper back, nodding my head. We sit there in silence, until Harrys voice interrupts it. 

"Arianna." I open my eyes to see him with a huge smile spread across his face.

"What?" I ask.

He takes my hand, putting it on my stomach too. I feel the baby kicking and smile, looking up to look at Harry.

"Shes been kicking for a while now ya know." I giggle.

"I know, I just get excited when she does." he shrugs, getting up and holding his hand out. I grab it, and he pulls me up. "Now, lets get back to painting this room." he says, putting his hand on his hip.

"Okay Mr. Gay." I laugh, picking up the brush. He rolls his eye, taking his brush. I swipe the brush against the wall, dipping it into the paint every once in a while.

"I'm done." I tell Harry, placing the brush in the now empty bucket of paint.

"I'm just finishing up now." he informs me, covering any white areas.

When Harrys done, he picks up two other buckets, placing them infront of me.

"What are we doing with-" I stop, looking down at the buckets. "blue and purple paint?" I ask.

'Well, this room shouldnt only be pink." he tells me.

"So what are we going to do with this paint?" I ask him, sitting down on my knees and opening the blue bucket of paint.

"We'll figure something out." he shrugs.

I take another brush, soaking it in paint. A smirk comes across my face as I think of an idea. I pretend to be occupied, as he leans against the wall, the paint held in his arm as he struggles to get the bucket open.

I dip the brush in the paint once more before going over to him and flicking my wrist. The paint goes all over him and parts of the wall. He looks up at me, shocked as I sit there laughing.

"You are going to get it." he says, pointing a finger at me.

"Uhm." I say, rolling my eyes. I turn around, putting the paint in the tray, well what could go in. Once I turn around, Harry flicks a bunch of paint on my and I scream. It soon turns into a whole paint fight and we laugh the whole time.

After the whole paint fight, I sit down on the floor next to paint. 

"Can you tell me what you wanted to do with this paint now?" I ask and he nods.