Baby Boom

The Question and the Hoodie

How shocking is it, that you hear your boyfriend say that he wants to marry you on national television? I wouldn't personally know but Kisa must be in utter shock. The whole time she's freaking out about if he was serious or not. Which umm, yeah. I don't think Harry would tell you to watch him say that when it's a lie. You know, 'cause that would be so fucking hilarious. I would never dare to say that to her because she wouldn't care if it was sarcasm or not, my balls would be gone.

"Was he serious?! Do you think he was serious? If he was joking I will kill is British mother fucking ass!!!", Kisa exclaims.

"Chill.", Kyra tells her, "Harry will be here any minute to talk about it."

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the boys walk in through the door to our home.

"Kisa? Babe?", Harry calls out.

As we hear Harry calling out for Kisa, she runs towards the door and doesn't even care about the fact that she's almost in her third trimester. And she fucking tramples him, like she rams into him and they fall. She catches herself of course, 'cause you know, she's been trained to be quick and stop on a dime. But Harry fucking flops back and you could hear from the other end of the house. Seriously. My other sisters and I heard it and we cringed at the sound of it. It was horrifying. We walked out to meet with our sister surrounded by the guys because I don't run. Unless absolutely necessary.

"Jesus Christ babe. You knocked my ass to the ground.", Harry exclaimed.

"We knew you were a light weight Harry.", Niall said.

"I think it's just that Kisa can kick his ass anytime she wants to.", Louis chimes in.

"It's both.", my sisters-except Kisa- and I say in unison.

Harry just gives us a look and returns his attention to his girlfriend, "So.", he says.

"So.", Kisa retorts.

This is awkward, so we all leave Kisa and Harry to their personal business. Well that's what we make them think anyways. We all hide around the corner and eavesdrop. Don't judge, you'd do the same. We listen to the very personal and private conversation between Harry and Kisa ironically.

"Were you serious? About marrying me I mean.", Kisa asks nervously.

"What do you think?", Harry says before I hear a little bit of movement. Considering Kisa's gasp and emotional reaction, I'm guessing that Harry got down on one knee.

"Kisa Ann Volkov, our time together has been the best time of my life. I am devoted to you, bound to our beautiful miracle inside of you, and completely and utterly, in love with all of your little things. With that being said, will you do me the honor of being my kickass wife?"

Oh my god... I might cry. Kat is already in tears while Kyra and Keyanna are on their way, like myself. We impatiently wait her response, and she's taking forever. I peer around the corner to see Kisa just stare at Harry, completely speechless. Harry just looks back awaiting an answer. I shrug back at everybody behind me and my sisters give me an "oh my fucking god" look. Another minute passes without an answer from Kisa. This is getting really ridiculous so my sisters and I take it into our own hands.

"YES SHE DOES!!!!", we all say, stepping out from behind the corner. Kisa looks at us like we just did her an amazing service. She then looks at Harry and says, "What they said!"

Harry then slips the gorgeous ring that he was holding onto her finger and shoots up to hug his new fiancée. I'm finally going to have a brother. Shit.

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A couple days later, after Kisa has calmed herself down, we went out to Harrod's, which is a shopping mall in London. We were looking for some of the main things for the wedding already, but nothing too major because we still want some of this to sink in to Kisa. So like flowers and centerpieces and shit like that. Kisa is completely giddy that I'm almost positive that her baby is even getting annoyed.