Woman lalalalalal wo-would you read this book?
LOL I LOVE PUNS
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I stared at the stick for who knows how long. Two freaking lines. Fuck. I decided to sit on the toilet and reimagine the events that happened. The bathroom at the award show, the back of his car, the back of my car, Niall's closet, Bear's nursery, if you think that's messed up, we did right across the baby nursery at the hospital. I paced back and forth until I heard our front door slam.
My eyes widened. I had to think fast. I quickly grabbed a paper towel and wrapped the stick in it. I looked around for the trash can. Once I finally had sight of it I threw it in, "baby?" Harry called out.
I quickly ran out of the bathroom and tiptoed to our bed, "in the room!" I called out and laid on the bed.
As Harry walked in I snatched the remote and opened the tv. I scrunched my face at the show, How I Met Your Mother, the very last episode. Stupid Ted.
"I thought you hated this episode," he chuckled and opened the duvet to lay in it.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed his arm so I could lay on it, "So what'd you do this whole day?" He asked as he kissed my temple. I found that I was pregnant... soooo yeah.
"I was surfing the internet and I came across a DIY nursery board on Pinterest while I was looking up wedding decor ideas," I blurted out. I mean that wasn't a complete lie. I was looking through boards until I had to throw up.
Harry's eyebrow shot up, "you want kids now? Last week-"
"-Screw what I said last week. I would want a kid. I mean how bad can it be?" I shrugged and changed the channel.
We have been engaged for six months now and we want to get married in four months. I told him not to worry about decorations especially because I'm a queen at decorating. I never really thought about having kids, well until today. I wouldn't mind it, it's just that I'm not ready. Obviously I can't abort, I'm an adult and I'm in love with someone who loves me back.
That night, all I could do was toss and turn. I couldn't help but think about plans for the baby. Or most importantly, how to tell him. How would he react? I have so many unanswered questions! I decided to grab my phone and look up way to tell your lover that their going to be a father.
One had a picture of a blueberry. "Our child is 7 weeks." Hell no. Awe a dog with the sign on hanging on its neck that says, "you're going to be a daddy." If only we had a dog... Lastly there's a picture of a man holding two bags of ice and his I assume his wife holding her stomach. I'm not mad. That's pretty good. So, I decided to go to sleep.
The morning after, Harry left for the studio and I felt sick. I instantly ran to the bathroom and hurled. Then I felt hungry... oh my god. What's wrong with me? I raced towards the pantry and my eyes landed on "Prego" pizza sauce. Then I thought... wait. I'm prego too! Harry likes pizza, I like pizza. So I made pizza.
When harry came home that night I placed the Prego pizza sauce on the table and patiently waited for the pizza to be fully baked. Not to brag, but I'm kind of an amazing chef or baker. Whichever. I'm still amazing.
"Pizza?" Harry asked as he pulled out the chair for me to sit. I smiled up at him and he pecked my lips.
"Yeah, I decided since we always order out, I make something," I simply stated as my heart beat quickened.
"Y/n, are you ok? You don't seem like yourself. Are you ill?" He asked, reaching for my hand.
I shook my head at him, "it's just that, I'm," with that I pushed the Prego pizza sauce bottle towards him and his eyes widened.
"No way," he whispered, looking up at me and I nodded.
"You're pregnant?" He asked and I nodded my head once again.
A smile crept to his face and a smile crept onto mine as well, "so you're not mad?"
"Why would I be mad? I've been dreaming about this moment!" He cheered and got out of his seat to wrap his arms around my neck.
"You have?" I asked, bewildered.
"Well of course! We are engaged. We're about to start a life together," he smiled and pressed a sweet kiss onto my cheek.
That night we came up with names, "Harriet," he stated and I scrunched my eyebrows.
"What?" I flatly commented.
"You're right. Absolutely not," he shook his head.
"Well what if it's a boy?" I asked and I instantly gasped.
"Jackson! After Jackson Aver-"
"-no," he cut me off and I pouted.
"Darcy," I smirked at him and he rolled his eyes.
"I said that once!" He rolled his eyes and I giggled.
Harry swept his fingers across my stomach, "You are my one and only. You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight. Oh, you are my one and only. You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight And you'll be alright," Harry softly sings at my small bump.
"So, Jackson. Darcy. That's how we found out that Harriet first existed," I proudly smile at my children who sit uncomfortably on the couch.
"Cute," Darcy begins, but Jackson cut her off.
"We didn't want to know where Harriet was once created mom. Gross," Jackson scrunches his face.
"Oh. Why are we named these names if you and dad didn't like them?" Darcy asks and I purse my lips.
"Well, your dad and I were too indecisive. We just went with whatever we first came up with, but Jackson, I fought for your name," I point at him and he rolls his eyes.
"He's a millionaire dick mom. I don't understand the appeal," Jackson shrugs and my jaw drops.
"You're grounded. Go to your room right now and you have to watch season six of Greys Anatomy. You can't come out until you're done-"
"-the whole season?" Jackson whines, as his little sister laughs at him.
"Yes, now go!" I snap and he slumps all the way to his room.
"I love you mom," Darcy smiles and I send her the death stare.
"Don't think you're the favorite! You can go join Jackson," I scold and she happily skips to his room.
"Why do you hate our children?" Harry sighs as he enters our home with Harriet by his side.
"Hey mom," Harriet waves at me and I quickly run towards her.
"Harriet! What are you doing home? Where the fiancé?" I ask as I lead her into the living room.
"Oh, he's working. It's just that... well... I'm making you and the fam pizza," she nervously eyes me and I gasp.
"Oh hell no."
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I hope you guys loved it! This was super fun to write :)
QOTD: what are you planning on naming your kids?
AOTD: Clara, Jackson, Kol. That's it for now I guess *shrugs*
