The Little Love

7. Showing

Contrary to most people, you've never really been insecure about your body. Sure there were a few aspects of your body that you wish were different, but all in all, you were pretty okay with how you looked. Never shy, or hiding away. You are what you are, you believed, so why hide?

This was one of the many reasons Harrison fell so in love with you. That and your killer sense of humor, according to you, even though he denied the sense of humor bit. But the fact that you were not shy about your body, and didn't mind strutting around in your underwear after you've had your shower, without being shy in front of him, was one of his favorite thing about you.

It was quite normal for you to take a long time to choose what you were going to wear for the day. It all depended on your mood. Some days were for dresses, while some were for jeans and t-shirts. But it's the deliberation process that took time. Most days Harrison would be up ready and out of the house for his own stuff, before you even decided an outfit. Today however, he was sitting right in front of the vanity, looking at you with a weird look on his face.

Now that you noticed it, you realize he has been doing this for the past couple of days. Not only in the mornings, when it is normal, because you are mostly in your underwear, trying to decide on what you want to wear. It's normal for him. But he has been doing it whenever you are in front of him, almost as if he is scrutinizing you.

"May I ask what is bothering you?" you ask, finally exasperated about his stare.

"Hmm, what?" it's almost as if you broke him out of a trance.

"Why are you staring at me so hard?" you say, finally settling on a pair of black leggings and over sized t-shirt, you were not going anywhere anyways.

"I'm not staring at you." Harrison says, continuing to stare at you.

You roll your eyes at him. "Yes you are. You've been doing it for the last two days. What is going on?"

"I don't know. You just look a little different." He narrows his eyes, as if that will help him pin point what is different with you.

"Well, I'm pregnant, so i gained some weight I guess." Even if you've never been insecure about your body, the idea of getting fat made you a little sad.

"Nope, that's not it." He shakes his head. "Could you come here for a moment?" he beckons you to stand in front of the vanity, where there's better light. He puts both hands on your shoulder, and stares at you for a little longer.

"I thought you had a meeting with your agent?" you sigh, just wanting to go to bed, tired of his ministrations.

"Well, of course your boobs are slightly bigger, but that is of course not the thing." He pays no attention to your question.

"Okay, you know what? I'm going to sleep." You leave the closet and get in bed, under the covers.

He follows you, clearly unhappy that you would not help him to know what is different with you. "But you just woke up." He complains.

"Um, yeah, and I'm tired again, and it's partially your fault, because you knocked me up." You get comfortable under the covers. "So you don't get to complain about me being continuously tired. And if you do, I'll tell your mum. And she will want to have a chat with you." the last bit was a bluff on your part. Haz had been nothing but sweet and caring ever since you guys found out and really, there was no way you could complain about anything.

He still stood in the middle of your bedroom, looking at you. Knowing that you can't stop him, you just close your eyes and go to sleep.

That night when you get ready for bed, you see Harrison stealing furtive glances at you. Laughing to yourself, you climb up on the bed, before settling beside your husband who is pretending to read a book, when really; he is trying not to openly stare at you.

"Okay, you get 15 minutes. That's all you get to figure out what is wrong with me."

"I never said something is wrong, I just said something is different." He puts his book down and pushes you to lie flat on your back, while he sits up beside you.

"Well, there is nothing different about your face. Though there is a zit that you should take a look at in the morning." This earns him a slap on his hands. "Ow, come on, that hurts. Nothing different with your neck, it's beautiful as ever."

"Aww, thank you." you blush

"Shh, don't interrupt. He puts a finger on your lips. "Well, I think we already talked about your boobs, they are bigger, and well, look really fun." He stares at them for a while, forgetting what is the purpose of this entire thing is.

"Haz, focus, only ten more minutes."

"Yes, right. Well," he pauses when it comes to your stomach, "babe, you're showing, that's what's different, god I'm such a div, you have a tiny bump." He was literally vibrating with excitement.

"I am?" you clamber out of bed to go and stand in front of the mirror, Harrison in tow. Standing in front of the mirror, you pull up the t-shirt you were wearing to see, that you were indeed showing. No one will notice it though, not right away, they have to be looking at you really hard.

"See, I knew something was different." Harrison was smiling ear to ear now. "I told you. You have a bump, a tiny little bump." He was now kneeling in front of you, his face in level with your tiny bump. He holds your hips, and places a kiss on the bump, before looking up at you. "That's our baby. That's our little love."

You were a little speechless at this. How could you not realize that you were showing? Not to mention, now you had a real corporal reminder that you were in fact going to have a baby.

After standing in the closet, and fawning over your baby bump, you both get into your bed. Turning the lights off, Harrison pulls you to his chest, spooning you, settling his hands right over your bump, something you knew he will be doing every night from now on. Now that it had all become so much more real, suddenly you were a lot more scared about whether you were going to be a good parent or not. But you knew that no matter what, the baby will grow up with two parents who will love him or her very much.