Across the Pond

Chapter 61

It's new years eve and I've been dying to take Harry into the city.  It's also on my bucket list to be in Times Square when the ball drops, so I drag Harry with me and the rest of my family joins us.

I wear a tank top under my thick creak sweater with a cow neckline that acts as a scarf and I wear leggings under my black skinny jeans.  I first had on my black, six inch wedges, but they're open toe-ed and not advisable for a freezing night outside in New York.  Instead, I wear my black boots that have a four inch heel and the back heel of the shoe is complete glitter.  I leave my hair as it's natural wavy blonde, but play up my makeup with red lipstick.  Harry is dressed simply in black jeans and his black and white long sleeved swirly top and a beanie.  We both grab our pea coats and head into the city. 

We have to wait or a few hours behind the railings in the freezing cold, just so that we have a good spot.  the ball is a lot tinier in person, but it's the whole atmosphere of Times Square that makes the trip worth it.  Harry hugs me from behind to help keep me warm and Ryan does the same to Cassandra.  Kira huddles between us and we help keep her warm too.

Although the wait is agonizing, when everyone starts chanting the count down together, it's really exciting and so much more fun than watching it on our TV at home.  The second it hits one and the ball drops, everyone cheers and shouts "Happy New Year!"  I turn to Harry and we kiss form one year to the next.  

"Happy new year, babe" he smiles when we pull away.

"Happy new year."  I give the rest of my family hugs and kisses for the new year.  "Bucket list, check" I beam and lean into Harry's arms.  He plants a kiss on top of my head and we just stay like this until most people clear out and we can make our way to the car.  All of that waiting for this two second celebration.  Ugg.  But the performances were nice.

Harry and I go to Liz's party after and stay out pretty much til late morning, but it's a fun way to start the New Year.  We almost don't come home because we drank too much, but we get a cab to take us home. 

We pretty much sleep the next day away to get rid of our awful hangovers, only getting out of bed to pee and try to eat a little something.  I regret nothing.

The rest of the week passes quickly and soon enough, we're on our way back home to England with the new addition to our family.

*___________*

It's a couple of weeks after Harry's birthday and I've been kind of sick the last week.  It's really weird because I only get sick in the morning and early afternoon, then it passes.

One morning, Harry and I are just laying in bed talking when I have to run to the bathroom to throw up.  "Tori!  What the hell?!  Are you okay?"

"Yea, yea, I'm fine.  I've done this for the past, like, week." I wave him off and heave more into the toilet.  I haven't eaten yet this morning so my stomach just twists in agony.

"Week?!" He drops to my side and gathers my hair in his fist to hold back.  I shrug.  "Babe, we're going to the doctor today" he tells me.

"No,m I'm fine, really.  It must be just some bug that I caught." I wave him off again.

"Then you need medicine.  Why didn't you tell me before?" he presses.

"Harry, I'm fine" I snap and he shuts his mouth.

By the middle of the day, I feel fine again and go about my daily activities.

When it happens again the next day, Harry doesn't take no for an answer and he drags my ass to the doctor.

They ask all the general questions, take swabs for strep and the flu and take some blood to check for some kind of disease.  When both the strep and flu test come back negative, the doctor decides to have me pee in a cup to test my urine.  I have to idea what that will tell him and it's one of the absolute most disgusting tests there are-- for women especially.

I begrudgingly obey, then come back into the room to wait.  I kick my legs back and forth against the chair, "This is stupid" I mumble.

"Just in case you need antibiotics, we need to be here." Harry assures from his place int he chair along the wall.

It seems like we're waiting forever before the doctor finally comes back in. 

"Okay, so we're still sending your strep and flu test out for cultures, but um, Ms. Davis, when was the last time you had your menstrual cycle?"  This question is really awkward because the doctor is a guy.  I think for a moment, but I can't actually remember.  I know I had it the week before Christmas, and mayyybe in January.  Must be.

I answer the doctor, "Um, a month-ish ago I guess."

He presses his lips into a line and looks at me, "Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure" I answer, annoyed.

"Because... umm, your urine sample test showed... Ms. Davis, you're pregnant." 

The whole world falls silent and my body feels numb.  Before I have time to react to the bomb just dropped on me, Harry is at my side. 

"Excuse me?!" Harry barks and hold me to him.

"Yes.  I mean we can do a sonogram for extra confirmation if you'd like.  The vomiting she's been experiencing is morning sickness and is mostly prominent during he first trimester." the doctor explains. 

"How long?" Harry asks.

"At least one month, maybe two.  We'd have to do the other test to show that."  Harry sighs and I literally feel myself shaking and completely muted.

Holy.  Shit.  I'm fucking screwed.  We're not even married yet-- married-- the wedding-- my dress-- my mom!  Every thought imaginable is racing through my mind and I just want to cry.  I swore this wouldn't happen to me.  I would be married, then have kids.  Not the other way around.  There's no way I am going to be visibly pregnant at my wedding.  Not happening.

For now, I just cry into Harry's shoulder and he rubs my back gently to try to soothe me.