You Can Call Me Queen Bee

Chapter 13

I giggled as Harry carried me, bridal style, through the door of the apartment.

"Oh baby, I'm so happy" Harry smiled.

"Me too!"

"Come on, it's late you're probably tired, maybe we should go to bed soon."

"Hmm, take me to bed your highness" I joked as I flung one arm out dramatically.

"Of course" he chuckled.

He carried me towards our bedroom and placed me lightly onto the bed.

"C-Can I apologise in advance?" I whispered while I slid under the covers.

"For what?"

"For anything bad, I may do in the future because my hormones will probably go wild and I'll become upset more often."

"It's okay Lou, I understand," he said brushing a piece of my hair out of my face.

"Good, now undress me, peasant" I giggled.

"I'm like the same status as you" he laughed.

Once we were in bed, Harry wrapped his arms around my stomach and pulled me towards him.

"Harry? What genders do you think they will be?"

"I would like two girls because that'd be great."

"Yes, it would" I smiled. "I wouldn't mind a girl and a boy."

Harry hummed in agreement.

"Harry, if this wasn't to work out, what would we do?"

He turned me around to face him quickly.

"Baby, don't think like that, it will work out well, I know it will. And we could always try again and have as many babies as you want" he said.

"Okay," I sighed. "And I'm sorry again because when we had sex a month ago, I forgot that I could get pregnant, it may seem like I forced you into it."

"Baby" Harry frowned. "Baby you don't need to worry, I don't think you forced me into it, and it would've happened anyway, I love you okay? And I think this will bring us closer together. It may have been earlier than we were expecting but I don't care, I know that we'll be able to do this" I nodded at him. "We can talk about this tomorrow, alright?"

"Sure" I was close to falling asleep when Harry spoke up again.

"Now about baby names."

"Harry!" I grunted, hitting him in the stomach.

Over the next few days, everything was getting better. Harry helped me a lot and made sure I was okay at all times. My tummy had become slightly firmer, and Harry would occasionally run his hands over my stomach whenever he could. Currently, we were sitting on a couch, and he was spooning me from behind.

"We're going to have to tell our parents about this."

"What will they say?" I panicked.

"They'll understand because I know I want to stay with you forever."

"You do?"

"Yes and I want to marry you, and I want to love you and our babies for as long as I can."

I gasped, and I could feel tears beginning to form around my eyes. "Do you mean that?"

"Of course I do, you have given me no reason not to."

"I want to marry you too Harry but was that your way of proposing to me?" I asked with a raised eyebrow and folded arms.

"No! I would give you a much better proposal than that, it would be more extravagant than this. I'd make it really special because you deserve it."