MOONLIGHT 《H.S》

EIGHT

Soren Spark.

A pressure on my abdomen woke me up.

My eyes slowly opened my eyes and found Harry's head on my upper abdomen.

He always did this, I think we spent a month after we started dating sleeping like this.

"Want some more strawberries, pretty girl?" Harry kissed up my jaw, nuzzling his face in my neck.

"I would love some more." I giggled a little. I almost never giggled.

Giggle. That's a weird word.

"Okay, you stay right there, I'll be back in a sec." He left a kiss on my lips and walked out.

Eli started crying, so I left to see what was up and found him with a full diaper. I changed him and gave him a kiss and walked back into the room.

Harry followed suit and came in with the strawberries, whining, "Lie down, I wanna lay on you."

I laid down and waited for him to plop down between my legs.

He did so and kissed my nose, "You're so pretty."

I kissed his cheek, "No, you."

"Here," he grabbed a strawberry, "Open."

I opened my mouth and he dropped a chocolate covered strawberry in my mouth, "Hm, good."

He lay his head on my chest, mumbling something I couldn't understand.

I brushed my hand through his hair playing with his curls, "I like this."

"I like this too, Pretty girl."

He reached up to press his lips against mine, his lips moving deliciously slow and intimate, holding my face up to bring me closer, pinning my waist down so I didn't gain any control and let him do all the work.

He suddenly pulled away, "I think I love you and it's confusing me."

"Why is it confusing you?" I pecked his lips, wanting the same intimacy from before.

"Because... ugh I'm sorry, I'll go get a drink I'll be back soon."

"Wait, Harry!"

I shook off the memory, remembering he never came back, so I found him drunk on the couch the next morning.

I wonder where Eli was, I slowly unraveled myself from Harry's grip and looked around until I found Eli asleep on the couch with a bottle on his lips.

I brushed his hair away from his cute little chubby face and pried the bottle away, knowing he would be hungry after he woke up I already made another bottle.

I started to make breakfast but then I remember the dingus who was wrapped around me all lovey dovey almost killed my son, and that is, dingus doesn't get breakfast.

Just in time, Harry walked in with sleepy eyes and hugged my waist, "Why didn't you wake me up, baby?"

"Because you decided not to take other people into consideration." Something smelled.

"What? What does that even mean? OH!" he seemed reminded of what happened, but something smelled terrible, "Oh, um, I'm sorry?"

Oh god. No.

I pushed past him as I gagged. I kid you not something smelled like sickly disgusting.

"Oh, come on babe. I'm sorry? What's going on?"

I vomited on the toilet and sat back on my knees, "Nothing, Baby something just smelt bad."

I forgot I was mad at him, its okay it wont last long.

He held up my hair, "We missed one routine pregnancy test and this is what happens."

"Are you kidding me right now Styles? Do you want one right in the balls?"

"Well I mean I wouldn't mind a blow—" he groaned as I hit him in the crotch.

"This is the worst possible time for you to bring up 'pregnancy' because, there is now way I'd be getting morning sickness this fast and no, stop stop stop."

"What's so terrible about a kid?"

"Uh? I've already told you I don't mind kids, or having kids the thought that terrifies me is pushing them out."

"Well we can always sedate you?"

"You wouldn't be able to assist me on birthing a child, Harry."

"Excuse me, who assisted my mother when she gave birth to Senna?"

"Harryyyyy." I whined, "The point is, we cant have a baby."

"Yes we can! We have the tools."

"Harry, no."

"Harry yes."

"Harry, Earthlings? You really want our kids to... die?"

I knew the wouldn't.

Writhing genetics were weird though.

For example, if me and another Writhing had a child together, that child would be normal, if I have a child with a human, like Harry, the kid would be 110% Writhing, and if I was human and another person was human, we'd have a 50/50 chance.

But the point is, Writhings are immune. But if I have any alteration to my current state, like being healthy and okay, I'll be safe. But if for example I break my leg, or arm. I'm bound to get the damn infection, but if I get pregnant, I'd be harming both my baby and I.

"Okay, you have a point, but we need a pregnancy test asap." He kissed my forehead, "No matter what, I love you okay?"

I nodded.

He came back with a pregnancy test, sat back on the counter and looked at me while I peed on the stick, "I swear to God Styles if you've knocked me up."

He sighed, "Relax. We have everything for a baby, okay, everything."

I rolled my eyes, "Let's get this over with so I can eat something and snuggle with Eli."

He pouted, "What about me?"

"We'll see. Dingus."

"You seem to have a fascination for that word."

"Time the three minutes."

"It's two."

"I don't care do three."

"Baby stop overreacting, it's fine, it's just a baby."

I sighed, "The fact that it's a baby is what's drawing me out."

"It's like another Eli."

I shook my head and put my head on my knees, waiting.

Waiting...

Waiting...

Waiting...

That bitch really just blared an alarm.

"Ok, positive," my heart stopped, "Or negative news first."

"Screw you. I don't know, Harry whichever."

"Good news, you're pregnant, bad news is, you're pregnant."

I groaned in disbelief and leaned my forehead against the wall.

A/N: I know this may be weird at first and some people might not like it, but it all makes part of the storyline. See ya.