Fifty Shades Of Styles

Chapter 16~ Baby Things

Song: Kiwi by Harry Styles

"Surprise." I said and showed him one of their pictures and he was taken by surprise that he passed out.

A few hours later Harry had woken up. It was tough for us women to carry him up to our bedroom. We called Liam and he picked Gemma's kids up and then brought all the kids over and carried Harry up to our bedroom. I told him I was pregnant and he hugged me and said congratulations. Then Liam and Livi left with there kids and Gemma put a movie on for her kids. Anne helped take care of everything downstairs. Harry had just woken up and I was next to him.

"Hi babe." I smiled and kissed his forehead.

"Where am I?" He asked as he turned a light on and sat up.

"Hey, relax." I said and placed a cool cloth on his head.

"I'm fine." Harry said and looked at me.

"Are you okay? You fell pretty hard." I said and he kept staring at me.

"I'm fine. I just had a really wacky dream." Harry said and I smiled.

"About what?" I asked him.

"That you told me you were pregnant." Harry laughed and I felt a bit hurt.

"It's not a dream Harry. I'm pregnant." I said and he looked like he was going to pass out again.

"Shit." Harry cursed and got up from the bed and began to get dressed.

"Where are you going?" I asked as I sat on the bed.

"No where." He said as he threw on a jacket.

"Please Harry. Tell me how you feel. Please." I said as I stood in front of him.

"You really wanna know how I feel?" Harry asked.

"Yes. I wanna know. I really wanna know." I said and tried to hold his hand.

"Okay. I think you should have told me. I should have been there while you took that pregnancy test. It's my mistake and I should've handled it." Harry explained.

"What do you mean your mistake? Our baby is not a mistake." I said feeling a little offended that he thinks our child is a mistake.

"Surprise, accident. Call it what you want." Harry said and I started crying.

"Why do you hate it so much? Our baby is not an accident or a mistake or anything. It's a miracle. Our miracle." I cried and he just stared at me.

"You really believe that thing is a miracle? Why? It's a mistake. My mistake." He said and paused. "How far along are you?" He asked.

"What?" I asked as I wiped my tears away.

"How far along are you?" He said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I need to know how far along you have to be in order to get an-."

"Don't you dare think I'm going to kill my child! I would never do that! Why would even think like that?" I asked and felt like punching him.

"So it's your child now? Hmm." Harry said and paced around the room.

"If you aren't going to be the perfect father I thought one day you would be I'll leave. I'd rather have my child with a loving father than one like you." I snapped.

"You really think I want this now? Between work and you, I'm already stressed out. Now having a baby is going to add to the pile. Plus I'm not cut out to be a dad. Never have been, never will be." He said and I felt like he was lying to me.