Fifty Shades Of Styles

Chapter 20~ Merry Jamacian Christmas

Santa Tell Me by Ariana Grande
December 20th

Jamaica again. Harry and I had just arrived to our beach house and he unpacked all our stuff because he said that I work too much and that I stress myself up with all the things I do and I should relax because it's bad for the baby. I changed into a pair of maternity shorts and a maternity blouse. Harry was on a guitar writing some songs. I got two cups of tea and brought them outside.

"Sweet Creature, had another talk about where it's going wrong, but we're still young." Harry sang and stopped to write something down and I walked out with the two cups of tea in my hand.

"Hi darling. What were you working on?" I asked as I sat across from him.

"Nothing. Just singing." Harry said and lied to me.

"You were writing a song baby." I smiled and sipped my tea.

"For our baby." Harry said and took a sip of tea.

"Awe. She loves it because she's kicking the shit out of my ribs. Oh baby girl calm down." I breathed as I rubbed the part of my stomach that hurt.

"She's kicking? Again? I'm sorry you have to go through that pain." Harry said and kissed my cheek.

"It's fine. I'm used to it." I said and sipped my tea.

"God I wish you weren't pregnant at this very moment and time." Harry said and I bit my lip as I tried not to smile.

"Why? I love our baby." I said and rubbed my bump.

"I can't believe I got you pregnant. Here in this country too." Harry said and he laughed.

"Yeah. But it was a good night and we were drunk and I didn't think I'd need my birth control any more. Marcel always had protection wherever he went." I said.

"Well, now you're marrying me. So forget about him." Harry said and smiled.

"I can't believe we're getting married." I said and looked at my engagement ring.

"I know. Charlotte should be our flower girl." Harry said as I stood up.

"When? Like when she's 3?" I asked as I sat in his lap.

"Yeah." Harry said and kissed me.

"Yeah? Okay. Sounds good. Holy hell. She's kicking. She is kicking. Oh my god." I said and stood up and paced a bit.

"Hey, relax, breath in and out." Harry said and held my hand.

"I'm fine I'm not going into labor." I smiled and stood up straight and kissed him.

"I know. I hope she's born on my birthday." Harry said and held me in his arms.

"Why?" I asked and looked at him.

"Because, I want that as my birthday present. And I don't mind having to share my birthday with my baby girl." Harry said and rubbed my bump.

"I know, but I want her to come on her due date. I just realized that's two months away. Two months. Harry, we're going to be parents in two months." I said and relaxed knowing that I was going to be a mother soon.