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Harry Imagine for @kiara1styles

Harry Imagine for Kiara. Hope you like it! :)

**Kiara's P.O.V**

"There's my beautful fiance!" Harry cheered as I walked into the kitchen, yawning. I smiled softly at him as he bustled around the kitchen, placing a kiss on my cheek and sliding a pan of eggs and a few strips of bacon onto my breakfast plate.

"Holy shit, Harry!" I gasped, taking in the giant pile of eggs. "That's a lot of food!"

Harry hushed me, holding up a finger to my lips and gently pushing my shoulder down so that I would sit in front of the food. "I don't want that kind of language around Harry Junior! And you're eating a lot because now you're eating for two," Harry responded smugly, and I couldn't help bust smile as he reminded me.

Six months ago, Harry had finally proposed to me after three years of dating, and two months after the proposal, we had made love for the first time together. Evidently, a couple of weeks after that, I missed my period and went to the doctor's, where I was informed that I was preganant. Harry and I couldn't be any happier, and Harry immediately called everyone he knew to tell them the good news.

"When is the appointment?" Harry asked, breaking my train of thought. He shoveled a forkful of eggs into his mouth as he stared at me, waiting for me to answer his question.

"Noon. I'm not allowed to eat two hours before the ultrasound, so I figured we could go out for lunch later?" I asked, taking a bite of the bacon. It was delicious, and I thanked all the gods I've ever heard of, not for the first time, that Harry could cook. "Oh, and we are not calling our son/daughter Harry Junior," I scoffed, shoving the rest of the bacon into my mouth.

"Why not? It has such a ring to it!"

"Absoultely not!" I laughed, plunging my fork into my eggs this time. "We're naming her (Y/F/D/N)."

"How do you know it's a girl?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows at me and standing up to get us both glasses and juice.

"I'm her mother. I can feel that she's a girl," I replied, mindleslly rubbing my pregnant belly contently.

Harry laughed, shaking his head as he poured me a glass of orange juice. "Well I think it's a boy. And father knows best."

I shrugged, taking the glass from Harry's outstretched hand and staring at the orange liquid with a wrinkle of my nose. "I guess you're entitled to your opinions. Oh, Harry?" I asked, and Harry looked at me expectantly. "I'm craving apple juice."

Harry rolled his eyes, taking the glass from me with a tiny smile etched onto his face. "Man, I can't wait for the cravings to stop."

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"Hello, Mrs. Styles. My name is Jennifer. I'm a sonographer, and I'm going to be performing your ultrasound today," a woman smiled, walking into the room where Harry and I were waiting. I stared at her from my place on the chair, Harry holding my hand next to me. The hospital had changed me into one of their hospital gowns twenty minutes earlier, and I was already sick of it.

Jennifer was the sonographer that had performed my mother's ultrasound when she gave birth to me, as well as the ultrasound for my sister when she gave birth to her twins. Needless to say, she had been in my family for quite a while. However, she didn't look any older than forty, what with her blemish-free skin and shiny black hair that was pulled into a tight ponytail.

"Now, before I can show you the baby, I have to apply this gel. It's going to feel cold," she warned before applying the gel. She was right; it was cold, but it was manageable. "I have to let that sit for a moment and capture an image. So while we wait, let me just ask you some basic questions." I nodded, and she smiled before continuing. "Have you had any cramps whatsoever in the past four months?"