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Babymoon, Baby Girl.

May.

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"Babymoon, Babymoon, Babymoon!" I chirp, skipping around the house. We decided to go to Fort Meyers for our babymoon as it wasn't too far from home, but just far enough to enjoy the warmth, unlike our current homes. "But first, anatomy scan" Harry singsongs, bringing me back down to earth. 

"I'm kind of nervous" I say, sliding my purse in the crook of my arm. I was 5 months pregnant, and we decided to give it a month to decide if we wanted to know the gender instead of finding out at month 4. Climbing into the car, we make our way to the OB's office. 

After being shown to our room, Harry and I are greeted by the doctor. "Do you guys have a preference?" She asks, getting everything set up. "No, just healthy" Harry hums, holding my hand. "I think everyone wants that" She laughs before getting to it. 

After minutes of hearing our baby's heart rate fill the room, the doctor turned the screen towards us and points out the baby's hands and feet. "Alright, guys! So I am happy to announce you guys are having a girl!" She says excitedly. "A girl!" Harry beams, leaning down from his now standing position to kiss me. 

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After calling all the necessary folks and the girls, Harry and I finished packing for the babymoon. "I still can't believe it" Harry hums, wrapping his arms around my now popped out belly. "Me either, but I like to think I called it" I giggle. 

"Yes you did, babe" He replies, watching me zip the final suitcase for the next morning. Jane is housesitting for us and Elk's staying with her, so we didn't have to kennel him, thank the lord. I hate the thought of kenneling my baby. After slipping into my pajamas, Harry and I head to bed to get enough rest to wake up early. 

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May 13th.

~ HarryStyles: Yummy Mummy. 

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"I don't think I've been this tan in years" I giggle, changing into a sundress so we could get dinner. "Well, you look ravishing" Harry replies, placing his hands on my belly before placing a kiss on my head. Since my bump popped and became prominent, Harry has to have his hands on it. constantly. no matter what. Like really? A woman can't even make coffee in peace. "Where to?" I ask, slipping my earrings in and heading towards the door. "Cabana 100%" He replies.

"You know what this means" Harry hums, his eyes peering over the top of his book at me. "What's that?" I ask, crawling into the soft bed of the hotel. "We're going to have to pick girl names" He replies. Flicking off the light, I scoot closer to him and open up my notes app. "That we do. Shall we?" I ask, smiling up at my man. "We shall" He jokes. 

After hours of delegating, We settled on a name his mom suggested. I fell in love with the name after I heard it, and it sounds like the same happened to Harry. The problem was the middle name as we wanted something more traditional. "I'm so glad that's over" I hum, cozying into him more to fall asleep. "I thought it would be a lot harder" He replies, but I'm already out. 

Hey, growing a baby is hard work!! 

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May 18th.

~ VeronicaFitz: Babygirl and I soaking in the last bit of sunshine before we leave :((

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"Comfortable?" Harry asks, watching me huff and flip positions on the private plane after we take off. "Do I look comfortable?" I huff again. I'm very happy our baby's growing, but round ligament pain is a real bitch. "Take some deep breaths, you can come over here" He hums, typing away at a presentation for work. 

Figuring its worth a try, I wobble my way over and lean on him, watching his work. Soon enough, he replaces the work with a movie and he's now in his normal position, his hand rubbing my belly, but this time I'm not complaining.