The Journalist

Chapter Sixteen

“So now we have to order flowers.” I said, looking at the list. Harry sneezed.

“I hate flowers.” He said snottily. I rolled my eyes and bent down to sniff one.

“She wants daisies and tulips.”

“I hate those too.” Harry said. As he placed the order with the vendor I looked around the flower market. It was huge and filled with people milling around. One man looked familiar and looked up just as I was looking at him. He started coming towards him and I started to panic as I recognized him. The familiar brown hair and soft brown eyes. The same smirk like he could always tell what I was thinking and it amused him.

“Harry.” I hissed.

“What?”

“Can you do something for me?”

“Uh, sure?”

“Pretend to be my boyfriend.”

“Um why?”

“Ex.”  I said just as the guy and a girl came over.

“Emma?” He said.

“Hi Greg.” I said as though I wasn’t just staring at him. Harry moved closer to me, examining Greg. The woman obviously knew who he was and smiled.  Harry reached behind me and slipped something into my hands. It was ring and I put it on and quickly looked at him, glad for his quick thinking.

“Greg, this is Harry.” Greg shook hands with Harry. Harry smiled politely.

“This is Kyra my wife.” Greg said, putting his arm around the woman. I noticed she was very pregnant. My eyes flicked back to him.

“Lovely to meet you.” I lied to Kyra. She smiled. I seethed inwardly.

“How long have you been together?” he asked of me and Harry. Harry put his arm around me.

“Couple year’s right honey?” he asked. I nodded.

“They go by so fast.” I said, smiling at him. I pushed my hair out of my face, making sure I showed off Harry’s ring. Greg noticed the ring and he frowned.

“Should we tell them?” Harry asked in a stage whisper.

“Only if you want to.” I said with a smile, wondering what we were telling them.

“We’re pregnant!” he exclaimed, putting a hand on my stomach. Kyra clapped and said her congratulations while Greg looked stunned. Harry kissed my cheek and I looked at him in surprise briefly. He winked.

“But…but…I thought you hated kids.” Greg finally managed. I smiled, genuinely this time.

“Oh Greg, don’t you remember?” I said innocently. “It was you who wanted to leave that time I thought I was pregnant. Not me.” Kyra’s eyes widened and Greg turned pale. Harry and I walked away. Once we got out of ear shot we started laughing as hard as we could.

“You should have seen his face!” Harry gasped.

“You were brilliant!” I exclaimed, holding his arm as I was hunched over laughing. “You should win an Oscar for that performance!”

“You really think so?”

“Of course! You were the best fake fiancé/baby daddy I’ve ever had.” We started laughing again.