When you tell the world you're mine

Chapter 48: Bump

Harry's mouth went dry when he saw it.

One of his hands, without him even noticing, grabbed one of the tests and he looked closely to it as if that was a dream he was going to wake up from. But it seemed as harder he looked, the brighter those undeniable straws became.

Neither of them would ever forget the feeling of those bright pink straws.

Neither of them would ever forget the feeling in their gut when they saw it.

He could hear Carol crying on the background and he knew he needed to react right and fast as to not scare her, as not to give her the wrong impression. How could he do that as he didn't even knew for sure how he was feeling at the moment, never imagined he'd be filled with so many emotions at once. He was happy, he was so fucking happy because he was going to be a father.

He was happy because she would be the mother of his child and that nothing in this world would ever be more important to him than his family. He had a family of his own as of now.

But in between his family and whichever feeling he had about them, stood his title and position. He did not want to think about it right now. He had to partially hide his emotions and conflicting thoughts to be able to be there for the woman he loved and that was now carrying his child. Their child.

He turned around and saw her, crying and a bit disheveled.

"Darling..." he started.

"I'm sorry, Harry." she begged. "I'm so so sorry." she hiccuped mid-sentence.

"There's nothing to be sorry for." he answered sincerely and approached her. He caressed her face and embraced her, making sure that he was even more loving than usual. He couldn't even start and try to imagine what was going through her mind right now. "Shhh... please don't cry my darling," he said while fighting his own urge to cry, both from happiness and worry. He couldn't lose her. Not after all the battles he had fought.

"I have messed up." she said into his chest.

"Carol... you did not make this child by yourself," he answered calmly. "This is a blessing."

"What are we going to do? We just started dating, I still have to finish my master's... you are not a common man, Harry. You are a prince and this child will be called a bastard for the rest of his or her life." she cried even harder after this.

That thought had not crossed his mind until she mentioned it. It was so easy for him to forget who he was whenever he was around her, that just now the seriousness of this situation started to make its space into his mind. He would need to deal with his father and grandmother – to whom he had promised to treat Carol respectfully and accordingly – but worst than them, he would have to deal with the press. And by experience, there wasn't much of what he could do. He would not be able to keep his girl and his baby safe from the media's nasty words.

Gently he started to guide her to his bedroom and sat her on his bed. He kneeled in front of her, holding both of her hands between his and she gasped.

"Please don't do what I think you are going to do." she said sharply.

"I'm not going to propose." he said a bit hurt. Both that she thought he would propose in the middle of his bedroom and that she was going to say no if he did it now. "I just want you to look at me and listen to me carefully. Ok?"

She nodded.

"Words cannot describe the mix of feelings I have right now. It will take me a while to understand most of it but I am beyond happy that we are going to have a child. I want you to know and be certain that I want this child. I am not thinking of the hardships and troubles we are going to have... For me, there is no other way than for us to have this baby. But I will support you on any decision you make."