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Nothing but Emotions and my Doctor

Happy reading loves. This one was suggested by: @falloutofsummer

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Today is my big day. I'm currently getting ready for my appointment today to see if I'm possibly carrying a little one inside of me! I wanted to find out this way so I wouldn't have to worry about Harry finding a pregnancy test, and ruining the surprise.

After I've finished getting ready for my appointment, I grab my bag and keys to head out the door, and start making my way.

I walk in and fill out all the paperwork, my leg shaking from being anxious. I really hope I am pregnant; Harry and I have been dying to start growing a family together. I finish filling out my papers, hand them back, then sit and wait.

"Ophelia Mitchell," a rather you woman calls my name. I stand up and follow her to a small room where she starts off by asking the basic questions and takes my vitals.

"What are you hoping to come out of this test," she asks with a sweetened voice and a small smile. I smile back and give her my thoughts. "I really want it to be positive. My boyfriend would be so estatic," I say in honesty.

"Oh, you two are only dating," the nurse questions. I nod my head. "But I hope that changes soon." We exchange smiles before the gives me a little plastic cup to pee in.

When I'm finished, I hand it back over, so the test can finally happen. A few minutes later, she walks back in with a few sheets of papers, and a grin.

"Would you like me to tell you, or would you like to read it yourself," she gives me option. I ponder for a second, and tell her my decision. "I don't think I can, can you tell me?"

"I sure can," I close my eyes, awaiting the results, "you are 100 percent pregnant!"  I start crying and thank her for being such a good nurse. Our own family tree has begun. After minutes of regaining myself, I finally exit the building for fresh air.

I read over the results on the paper over and over, each time letting it sink in more. I was about to open my car door when I get a call form Harry. I answer it, trying to not sound too excited.

"Hey love, I'm on break. How are you handling," he asks. I start crying, but don't let him hear it in my voice.

"I'm fine, Harry. Just got out of an appointment," I tell him. I really shouldn't have because he then asked me which building I'm at.

"Oh, well I parked at the main building, but that's not the one i was in for." I hear shuffling, before I see him walk out the front doors. We hang up and walk up to each other.

"So, what was the appointment for," he quizzes. I giggle. 

"That, my love, is a sweet surprise," I say before kissing him. He pulls away, amused but not pleased.

"I won't go back inside until you tell me what for, Ophelia," he laughs. I know he's trying to joke, but I also know he really wouldn't, and I don't want him to miss any work. I really should've just said I was at home.

"I was at the OBG/YN for a check up." He didn't belive that that's why I was there, knowing I don't often go there.

Slowly, I see his facial expression go from concerned with thought to nothing but happiness.

"Please tell me it is what I'm hoping. Please," he whispers. Tears are ready to fall, holding on until the answer is revealed.

I start crying again on reaction, and nod my head like crazy. "Yes... Yes were having a baby," I manage to choke out in between my happy little sobs.

Harry actually starts crying too, but not as heavily as I am. While we're still hugging, I feel him put something in my coat pocket. He pulls away and tells me to reach for it while he's drying his eyes.

I wipe my face before grabbing it. I feel a tiny velvet box and become shaky, knowing exactly what it is. I pull it out and hold it in front of me, other hand over my agaped mouth.

I cry even harder as he takes the box, bends on one knee, and asks the question I've been waiting to hear.

"Ophelia... I have loved you since we were 18, when we first met. When we both thought the same thing... Either to be loved, or to be in love. With you, I feel both." He grabs my hand and kisses it. "Ophelia Daye Mitchell... will you be mine? Mrs. Styles?"

He opens the box, and I'm in absolute awe. It's the ring I've been dreaming of since we were at the jewelers together with family. He remembered.  I have nothing left to do or say.

Except for...

"Yes. Yes, I do!"

《UPDATE》

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