Mozzafiato

The More The Merrier.

December 15th

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"I think that's it!" I hum, placing the final bit of stones on the last dress of the double collection we produced for fashion week. Stepping back, I nod and pack the dresses away. Penny and I were currently in the new 'partial' office I purchased in downtown Lake Tahoe. We were here for Christmas to get away from the bustle of the city. Penny has taken over as my main assistant as my beloved Zoe is on her forced maternity leave. That woman could work her ass off with a baby strapped to her and be home at 5 to make dinner if I let her.

 I quite admire that crazy bitch. 

"Perfect, I will fly home with them now and they will be ready for our show on the 17th" She chirps, pulling out her planner. "You're the best, make sure to get dinner and put it on my tab" I reply. pulling her into a hug. Penny has been the best sport with the changes and has been flying out every couple of weeks to help, so I make her let me pay for her room and food. 

"You're never going to stop insisting that, are you?" She asks as I lock up and lead her to our cars. Gordon now travels with her to drive her around as I prefer my own car now. "Absolutely not, I very much appreciate you" I reply, pulling the small girl into a tight hug before climbing into our respective cars and heading on our separate ways. 

After parking in the garage, I slide into the house quietly and slipping off my heels. Harry has been going mad with work, He and Liam were about to close on a new venture of buying a large jewelry company called Granite. Granite was a larger up and comer than his own company, leading the two to pull the trigger as fast as possible on the big money-making machine. 

Padding into the kitchen, I grab a snack out of the fridge before making my way to the bedroom. The sight of my husband laying in bed with elk at his feet warms my heart. "Hello there" He hums, noticing my presence in the doorway. "Hello" I singsong, tossing my heels on the shelf and changing into comfortable clothing. "How was work?" He asks, pulling the covers back so I can join him. "Great, we've finished the collection" I reply. 

Feeling safe in his arms, I let out a yawn as he turns off the light. 

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December 20th.

Sitting on the bathroom floor, I stare at the three tiny tests on the floor in front of me. Harry left for a business trip a few days ago, but he was due back tonight. His leaving gave me time to figure out if my sudden nauseous and dizziness symptoms were the flu or the looming aspect of pregnancy. 

Don't get me wrong, I'm not opposed to the idea, I just know things are crazy lately with Fashion week coming up and Harrys business deals. "Hey, are you listening?" Charlotte's voice came from the iPad propped up on the toilet. "What?" I hum, my eyes trained on the tests that were processing on the floor.

 "You and Harry will be great parents, I wouldn't worry about it" She replies. I don't doubt that Harry would be an amazing father, I just worry about the timing. "I know" I reply, hearing her kitchen timer ding, meaning the test were done. "Do it!" She squeals.

 I think that girl secretly hopes she'll have a baby to cuddle, Lily was in the stage of hating her mom. If I had a dollar for how many times I her that child yell no, I would be a whole lot richer. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and reach for the tests before opening my eyes. "Positive" I breathe, repeating myself as I shuffle through the tests in my hand that all match each other. 

"Charlotte, I'm pregnant" I laugh, a weight I didn't know existed was lifted off my shoulders as I laugh. "I told you! Now you just have to tell Harry" She says, continuing to frost the cake she made. "I already have an idea" I reply, hopping up and bringing her to the kitchen with me as I start dinner. "Don't forget, Lily's birthday party is next week!" She chirps before saying goodbye. Harry and I were flying to Charlotte's new home in Manhattan to attend our gorgeous goddaughters birthday on Thursday, So I need to tell him that too.

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7:30 pm.

Sliding the last plate on the table, I get a text from Harry that his plane had landed. That would give me about 45 minutes to get my little plan set out. I already had an idea that I was pregnant, so I ordered a few things for if I actually was. 

After placing the last piece of (While possibly dramatic) of garland next to the onesie, I hear the front door open and Harry greeting Elk. Scooting back to the kitchen, I make myself look busy as he enters the room. "Hey, darling girl" He hums, kissing the top of my head before setting down the flowers he brought home. "Hey, how was your trip?" I ask, trying to keep my voice level. "Great, we closed and now I get to enjoy my week off with you" He replies. 

"Go change and then we can eat" I smile, shooing him out of the kitchen so he doesn't get his expensive suit dirty. Leaning over the counter, I bite my lip when I hear Harry start calling my name. "Yes?" I ask, taking my time walking to the room. There he was, holding the little outfit with a smile on his face. "Are you serious?" He questions, looking like a deer in the headlights. 

"Stone cold serious" I joke, being pulled into his embrace before him lifting me off my feet. Which was easy considering I was a good 4 inches shorter than him. "We're going to be parents" He yells, giving me a sloppy smooch before hopping up from our spot on the bed. "I have to tell my mum, and Liam and oh my god your parents!" He chirps, making me giggle as I follow him into the study to do just that. 

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