Veronica Fitz is a designer at her multimillion-dollar bridal fashion label her grandmother handed down to her, Mozzafiato & Co.
Harry Styles is the CEO of Styles & Co. - his father multimillion-dollar law firm.
When their paths cross, will they be...
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~ VeronicaFitz: Not my most glamorous look, but it'll do for baby girl and me 👶🏻 #BabyGirlStyles
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"Babe, where are you?" Harry yells, coming upstairs. "In here!" I yell from the nursery where I was trying to tie together the final bits. "I thought I said to wait for me to do the heavy lifting" He says, wrapping his arms around my waist.
Harry has been beyond busy for a week for an emergency business meeting circuit for the new company, leaving me to worry about the unfinished nursery before deciding to act on it myself. That idea spawned at the wee hours of the mornings, and I've been beyond buzzing from sunrise when Harry left our home. "Maybe you did, I can't remember" I giggle, stepping back to admire my work. "It's simple, but gorgeous" Harry hums, kissing the top of my head.
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Setting the last plate on the table, a sharp pain shoots up my side. Ignoring the sensation, I waddle towards Harry's study to retrieve him. "Hey, dinner" I hum, seeing the man working at his large desk. "Sweet" He replies, jumping up from his spot and following me to the kitchen. It was nice to have sit down dinners with Harry, especially this week. No matter what happens, business is left at the door and it's just him and I.
Throughout the dinner, the pain would come and go and I would ignore it without a second thought, its not usual to have Braxton Hicks. Clearing the plates, a sharper pain hits me, causing me to place my hand on my stomach. "Are you alright?" Harry asks, my action catching his attention. "Yeah, don't worry about it" I reply, shooting him a smile and continuing my normal routine. After a long night of movies and puppy cuddles, Harry and I tuck in for the night.
Not long after Harry started snoring, I was rudely awoken by the need to pee as every heavily pregnant woman needs to. Sliding out as smoothly as I could, I waddle my way to the bathroom with Elk in tow as per usual. Just as I stepped onto the tile floors, a gush of water kinda happened, catching me by surprise.
"Well, that's a bummer" I mumble before cleaning it up. Throwing the last towel down the laundry chute, a sleepy, disheveled Harry appears in the doorway. "Good morning, darling" I chirp, washing my hands. "It's 6:30 in the morning on a Saturday, what are you doing?" He asks, confused by my awake presentation. To be honest, I was wide awake and excited to what may be happening.
"Well, my smart man, I happen to have my waters break and I've been timing" I reply, holding up my phone with a timer on it. "Oh shit, this is happening?" He asks, processing what I just said. "It's happening, so I'm going to change" I reply, patting his arm and waddling out before another contraction hit. "I suggest you do the same!" I shout behind me, seeing as he was standing in the doorway in nothing but a pair of red plaid boxers and a man pony
