Orphan

Chapter 82

The following few weeks had gone by in almost somewhat of a routine. Monique was now 2 months pregnant, waking up in the wee hours of the morning with terrible morning sickness, and an even shittier sleeping pattern. Her small bump very much noticeable now if she wore anything skin-tight. She had been learning the hard way, what to eat and what not to. Going through the whole experience with no guidance had been harder than she anticipated. Harry was constantly keeping an eye out, not only for himself, but for his wife after the threat from Red. Now that he could see the baby growing, his nerves were shot and they had started getting some things from the store, small things, like baby blankets, nappies and a warm onesie for the time being. The realisation had hit that this was real, to everyone in the house, and no one quite knew how to react to it. Abigail had been lucky in that department, she wasn't showing at all, at around 3 months it wasn't that big of a deal, but she had none of the symptoms to accompany it either. Niall and the rest of the gang other than Liam and Monique were still unaware of the pregnancy. Abigail had still not been able to get to the doctor in order to confirm anything, she was more certain now than she had been before that it was a false alarm. "Good morning. Breakfast is done, you hungry?"

"No, thanks." Monique frowned down at the plate which Abigail set down in front of her whilst she passed the counter. Because of the need for baby supplies, they were sort of running low on cash for the house, and even though it made her absolutely sick to her stomach, eggs were most of what was left in the house. The plate of French toast and a side of sausages was in no way unappealing to her visually, but the taste and smell of it was enough to ruin the whole experience. "Monique, eat." Harry warned from across the room as jotted something down in his notebook. "I'm not hungry, Harry."
"I said eat." He warned. Harry didn't mean to be forceful with his pregnant wife, but she had spent the better part of an hour in the bathroom spilling the contents on her stomach, and she needed to eat for the baby's sake and her own. She had begun to make it a habit of not eating in the morning, and she couldn't afford to skip meals, especially with breakfast being the most important meal and all that. Monique rolled her eyes and took the plate sitting down on at the table, placing it down and staring at it for a moment. "Well then," he muttered, nodding towards her plate as he stared at her actions from the other side of the room. She held her breath and took a bite, nearly gagging at the eggy taste. "Monique, stop fucking being a child! Chew the damn food and get it inside you. You have a baby to feed." Harry scolded standing from his place on the couch and making his way towards her, Abigail rolled her eyes and came up to the table. "Hey, you want me to make you some toast with butter instead, it's no problem?"

"We are already short on food and you wanna fucking waste it because she is acting like a picky prick?" He snapped gritting his teeth as he stared at Abigail from across the table. "You're the fucking prick Harry, it isn't going to waste Niall is a vacuum he will finish it up no problem, she obviously isn't enjoying it."

"Oh, she has to enjoy it now. It has to be to her taste because she's pregnant. Fuck off Abigail." Harry muttered narrowing his eyes at her, Monique grit her teeth and swallowed the rancid smelling food – it nearly coming up as soon as she had swallowed it down. Truth is, since she hadn't been getting any proper sleep, waking up so early everyday to throw up and then being unable to sleep afterward as well as the money problems they were facing, it takes its toll on her mood. Not even to mention her hormones and body prepping itself for a baby, it was all a lot to take in. And Harry, he alone was a lot to take in, his own moods and overprotective pushy nature had only worsened since Monique's had. It left the entire house feeling tense, and even more so now that Harry no longer had Monique as a physical punching bag.

"She is fucking pregnant, some foods and drinks make her sick, you know that." Abigail defended, "Yeah, cry me a river, so far its been avocado, eggs, mushrooms, some meats, orange juice, nothing can be too sweet, nothing can be too bitter. She can't live off of fucking lemons Abigail. She needs protein. She needs to suck it up and eat, we can't afford to try what she can handle and what she can't. we buy what we can afford that is it. Got it." He grits his teeth focusing his attention on his wife as she stood from her seat. "I'm going to the room." She mumbled, stomach turning into a knot, whether it was due to stress or her upset stomach she wasn't very sure. Monique walked upstairs and slammed the door shut quickly before jetting straight for the bathroom dry heaving into the toilet after the small bit of food she had swallowed resurfaced. The bathroom was cold, despite the rays of sunshine peaking into the room. Doubts and worries overshadowing the morning sunlight while she rested on the edge of the toilet seat. She was exhausted, and it was only getting worse. Monique barely flinched when the room door flew open and slammed back shut. "What the bloody hell is your problem hm? You're bloody unbearable. If I'd have known this would be you throughout the pregnancy, I would have fucking pushed you down the stairs myself." Harry spat, staring at his unresponsive wife sat on the floor of the bathroom. "You know what Harry, you're a real piece of s-hit." She mumbled standing up from the floor and rinsing her mouth. "Me! How the hell am I the piece of shit! You're the one making this so fucking hard on everyone!"

"What did I do Harry! I can't help it if I can't stop myself from getting sick and feeling sick! I'm sorry caring for me and your own fucking baby is such a damn burden on you financially and physically. Cause it's not like I'm struggling right? It's a walk in the park for me, oh yeah, I love not sleeping, I love vomiting every goddamn day! I love the moods being everywhere, love that I can't take a proper shit because I'm constipated, love that I am swelling up and getting dizzy it's all a big fucking party! And you make it so easy on me too!" Monique screamed, gripping the sink so tightly her knuckles turned white. Harry stepped closer sighing softly as he placed his hands out in front of him, as angry as she was Monique needed him, and wanted nothing more than to know she was going to be okay for the both of them. She walked into his arms and shed a few tears into the white sweater he had slept in the night before, it still smelled of his cologne, one of the smells she had found brought her great comfort. On one particular afternoon a week ago, he had tried to change his cologne and it had made it impossible for his wife to be within 5 feet of him, the smell had been too potent to say the least. And thus, he had to resort back to his original fragrance, the one his wife – and baby, enjoyed.

"S-top yelling at me... Please. I'm n-ot doing this on purpose, I'm trying so hard H-Harry I am, but everything is so fucking hard." She whimpered feeling the stress which had been weighing down her body slowly evaporate. "I'll do better okay, I just, it's tense right now... maybe we all need a little break, yeah? Head out for a bit, get out of this stuffy house and mingle. We can stop by the store and see what we can get you to eat for the week, but we can't go on like this Monique. I need to get out ther-"
"-NO, No, Harry." Monique mumbled, very aware of what Harry was getting at. "I know what you're trying to do. We promised, no crimes, no robberies. If you get hurt, or put in jail, what happens to me and our baby. No."
"We have to get some money Monique, or I won't be able to take care of you guys anyway. I have other people to worry about too. One heist. Just once, and we'll be set. We have the plan set up-"

"You were making up schemes behind my back?" she sniffled pulling away from his chest. Staring up at him, doe-eyed and innocent. Just like she knew he hated. He hated that he couldn't look her in the eyes without feeling guilty when she did that. "I'm not changing my mind Monique..."

"Fine." She said disheartened, but she knew this was the only way they would be able to survive. Harry walked to the bed and tugged her along as he sat down, lifting her onto his lap. "Take a nap, yeah? You need it. Then when you wake up you can have some toast and we can get out a bit." He mumbled softly stroking her hair back as she rested her head on his chest. She found it difficult to sleep most nights, insomnia, nightmares and nausea always getting the better of her, but at times like this, where Harry laid awake, quietly lulling her to sleep every time she may have stirred awake, she found some peace.