College Boy [h.s]

Forty Six.

4 years later

"You know what your problem is Teagan?" He spoke sternly. "You don't listen or take my feelings into consideration."

"I do too," I state.

"No, okay, no you don't. Look, I love you, but you drive me a bit crazy sometimes," he said. 

I look down at my hands before speaking softly, "I drive you crazy?"

My hormones were raging at this point and I couldn't help the tears and sniffling that began afterwards. How terrible must I be that I was driving my own husband crazy?

"Babe, hey, hey I'm sorry. I- I didn't mean that," Harry spoke, sitting down beside me on the couch and putting his arm around me.

I only started crying harder when he did that. "Yes you did. Why are you making me cry Harry, I'm pregnant and I can't help but cry all the freaking time! Do I really drive you crazy? I'm so sorry I'm carrying your child and that drives you soooo crazy," I wheezed.

"No, no, baby c'mon. I didn't mean that. You're perfect. I love you," he said with a tout smile.

"No, I'm not. I'm fat and gross, look at me," I say, crying even harder.

Pregnancy makes you crazy. Especially when you're 8 months along and you feel like you're carrying a giant boulder on your stomach 24/7 and can't even bend down to tie your own fucKing shoelaces for fucks sake!

"Stop that. You're pretty, beautiful, perfect, sexy, all that," he said and I looked at him and after a moment we both burst out laughing at the same time.

"Sexy was too far," I said.

"Hey, I wouldn't be opposed to-"

"Not gonna happen," I interject and he nods his head.

"Got it."

I grab his hand in my own. "Do I really drive you crazy? Look, I'm gonna try not to get upset right now, just, you can tell me what's bothering you."

He shakes his head lightly. "It's nothing my love, just forget it. Seriously, I shouldn't have raised my voice at you."

"Well something must be bothering you to do that in the first place, it's not good to have issues especially after the baby comes," I said. He never talks that way to me and so I know something must be up.

He smiles. "It's not important, Teagan, really, I'm just stressed about the baby that's all."

"You said I don't take your feelings into consideration and I don't listen to you. I'm sorry if I've made you feel that way like I wasn't listening to you or that I don't care about what you think," I said.

"Yeah, I know, I just feel like maybe my opinion gets lost in the air sometimes," he replies with a small shrug.

"Your opinion means more to me than anyone else in the world and I want you to feel included in this. It's just hard to understand because being pregnant it- it almost makes you feel alone," I explain. "Especially after what we've been through, Harry, I'm scared too. All the time. Every day, I'm scared. And every time I go to the doctors I'm terrified of what they're gonna say."

"I'm sorry. This is stupid to be arguing, okay, I love you so much and there's no room for fighting here. I'm just nervous about it all. None of it seems quite real yet and we've waited such a long time for this and I feel helpless sometimes, I'm scared somethings going to happen too and take this away," he admits. "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that, that was wrong of me and I'm sorry my love."