The Only Exception (H. Styles/ Bwwm)

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Nine Months Later

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." Harry muttered making me laugh as I continued drawing him. Honestly, I can't believe he did it either but, I definitely enjoyed studying every feature of him. We took turns drawing each other, he was done and now it was my turn.

"A deal is a deal" I smiled looking past the drawing to him standing in his boxers posing for me. He rolled his eyes trying to hide his smile. He enjoyed it I knew he did.

"How is it?" "Beautiful" I exclaimed making him laugh as I finished up his loose brown curls so excited to show him this. I scanned over the drawing making sure everything matched him perfectly head to toes. Muscular but not too much, Lips plump but not too plump, Green almond-shaped eyes... He was perfect. Perfect to me in every way and still after everything, I can't believe I have him!

"Finished" I whispered out making him relax stretching a bit smiling."You did better than you said you would with keeping your hormones in check" "Because I knew as soon as I finished, I would get you and all I need to get off of you was the boxers" I smirked looking up to whims he bit his lip watching me.

I jumped a bit feeling a kick in my stomach. Kids. I looked down at my huge belly smiling as I rubbed it gently. Any day now.

These nine months have been amazing. I wasn't exaggerating either. Harry was on top of everything. Appointments, getting the room ready, my cravings and even got a Bump box subscription which comes with some fun products and things that would just make my pregnancy a bit more smoother and exciting.

He promised I wouldn't have to lift a finger just push and he tried to keep it but, I couldn't. I was able to go through my whole pregnancy with Gabby working and I wanted to do the same with the rest. Plus if I stayed in the house all the time, I know I would go crazy. 

He kept it interesting though. Besides that, we went to classes. More for him than me and I loved how prepared he was getting. When have you seen a man taking notes in a pregnancy class? I haven't seen it until Harry. Between the notes he was getting from the classes and our family, he was prepared.

The amount of support we have received was amazing though. His family especially his parents were here every weekend either helping me of taking care of Gabby, bringing things or just keeping us company.

I knew what to expect especially having a mother who delivers babies for a living but Harry needed it and he was ready for everything. He even packed my hospital bag, had emergency numbers, everything just in case.

"He's kicking?" he asked making me look up to him rolling my eyes. He thinks it a boy and I kind of think it's a girl. We were fine keeping it a secret until I gave birth and agreed if it was a boy, he would name them and I would name them if it was a girl.

"You're so sure it's a boy" "I have a feeling and it won't go away" he explained walking over to me smiling as he put his hands on my stomach rubbing it slowly.

He looked over to the picture and I could hear the intake of breath. "Oh my god... You drew me like a damn god" he exclaimed coming behind me and wrapping his hands around me kissing my head.

I giggled looking at it. This is how I saw him, I just don't understand how he didn't see it himself. I felt this drawing didn't do enough justice.

He let go of me taking a deep breath walking back over to his drawing "Don't be mad. You know I suck at drawing" he warned bringing it over to me smiling as I took a deep breath preparing myself.

As soon as I got it in my hand I tried my hardest not to laugh. I looked up at him then back at it studying it. "T-That's a hot pregnant stick figure baby" I tried to say without laughing but, damn it was hard.