Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 39

By the time your honeymoon vacation is over, the darkness Damien had instilled in you had vanished and you are now officially back in good spirits.

After all, you were trying to start a family with the man you love. Nothing filled your heart more than this thought alone.

You and Harry are very thorough in your attempts to make sure that you're pregnant, and the period after your honeymoon is filled with more heated sessions in the bedroom (which neither of you has any problems with).

It is two weeks after you and Harry first decided to try for a baby that you were woken in the small hours of the morning with an overwhelming feeling of nausea.

Your eyes fly open as you realize you need to get to the bathroom as quickly as you could. You wriggle hastily out of Harry's arms and sprint to the adjoining bathroom as soon as your feet hit the floor.

Dropping to your knees, you lean over the toilet as you wait for the feeling to pass. You concentrate on your breathing, taking long, deep breaths as you turn over in your mind what this could mean. This could be the start of your symptoms... This could be the start of your family.

You're only sitting there for a couple of minutes before Harry appears at your side, his hand beginning to rub circles on your back. You close your eyes.

"You okay?" Harry asks quietly, still sounding a little groggy.

"Yeah... it's passing now," you reply, leaning back a little to look at him.

"Do you need anything?" Harry's expression looks to you like he's starting to wonder the same thing as you.

"I keep a pregnancy test in the bottom drawer of my nightstand," you tell him, partly wanting to just go back to bed and face this in the morning.

Harry simply nods, getting up to leave and returns a minute later with the box in his hand. He waits outside the bathroom door while you take the test, but after you place it on the side and prepare for the agonizing wait, you open the door and take his hand, pulling him back inside.

He holds you tightly as you both sit on the cold floor, every second passing slower than anything you've ever experienced.

"Harry? What if it isn't...? And, oh God, what if it is?" The idea of being responsible for a whole new life that might be beginning to grow in you right now is overwhelming. Harry gives a little chuckle.

"Flower, we'll handle it together, okay? Whatever it says." He looks at you, pure love in his eyes as he kisses the back of your hand.

"Okay," you breathe, squeezing his hand before taking a deep breath and reaching for the test, bringing it in front of both of you. There's a second of silence as you both take in what the test is telling you.

"Flower... we're pregnant," Harry says, his voice tinged with awe as you both read the positive result on the little stick.

"We're... having a baby. We're actually having a baby!"

In these early morning hours of the day, you hold each other on the bathroom floor - ecstatic, nervous, and everything in between.

"We need to hide the knives," you say, "and the guns!" Harry chuckles into your shoulder.

"We have nine months to hide the weapons, don't you worry. We'll baby proof the entire place. Even at work, if we have to."

You don't reply to that. How could you? You've barely had time to properly ask Harry about leaving his work behind. The mob life is no life in which to raise a child...

Oliver's words, which have never really left you, repeat themselves in your head:

"If you truly want to do right by him, you have to try and get him out of this."

You know Harry would do anything you ask, anything to make you happy, but did that include giving up his team? His business? Everything he'd worked for? The lives he was trying to help from the accident? He was going to hand everything over to Darhk for you, but that was only because he was being forced into it. Would he do it if you asked him? You think the odds might be in your favour, but what if you're wrong? You need this world to be safe for when the baby comes. You need to get yourself and Harry away from everything he's known for the past several years.

It's time for this to end.