When you tell the world you're mine

Chapter 49: Atrévete a Soñar

Harry hadn't anticipated that his girlfriend's pregnancy would be hard for him as well. 

He didn't want to use this card as he knew that a million thoughts per second were crossing Carol's mind, and she might or might not have had the time to go over them and come to terms herself of this big life-changing moment of their lives due to her completely packed work schedule... 

...and she was the one growing a tiny human from scratch. It was her body handling all the changes that came with it.

He had made a promise to himself that he'd do everything he possibly could to make everything as comfortable as possible for her. 

She wouldn't be in need of anything on his watch. He made sure to keep her refrigerator full of healthy food and lots of snacks that she could pack and take to the office with her – sometimes going to the store himself -, he had asked one of his drivers to be alert to any calls or texts from Carol, as he was now on duty to use Harry's private car to take her to and from work. 

She was getting nauseous when using the tube and he promptly suggested this new arrangement – which surprisingly, she had accepted without a fight.

He also made sure he was present in her daily life. 

Calling every day that they were apart and stopping by her place every other day. Sometimes she'd ask him to stay and sometimes she didn't. Harry didn't mind all the work to keep the ball rolling on his duty and job and to take care of his girlfriend and baby, nothing was as hard as to deal with Carol nowadays.

She was picking fights on the silliest stuff and that was driving him completely bonkers. 

He didn't seem to win no matter what he tried and that, besides being frustrating as fuck, also was tiring and annoying. He had to remember that she wasn't like this all the time nor she would be after the baby was out, but the Prince was seriously considering that this baby would be their one and only child.

For the time being, he had nothing to do but get used to Carol's mood swings by each passing day. Every day was a surprise where he didn't know which Carol he'd get. 

The sweet one, the teary-eyed one, the bitch one or the wicked witch of the west one. He couldn't deny that sometimes it was difficult as fuck to keep up with her snappy and bitchy attitude for no reason whatsoever.

The cycle seemed to be: she'd bitch him and then start crying because she didn't really mean it. Or whenever he did something good for her (God forbid he sent flowers to her office just because!), she'd say that he was way too overbearing and fussy.

"Women get pregnant every day and everywhere in the world without your suffocating habits and they end up just fine without your overwhelming concern and need to keep me under your watch all the time." she had said once.

Just to start crying right after and say that lots of women also yearned for their partner's support and most didn't have it at all during the pregnancy. 

And that he was just by her side, by choice, taking care of them. Loving and cherishing them, regardless of this being an unplanned pregnancy and that she was a heartless and mean bitch while he had all the best intentions on his heart.

Needless to say, the couple was arguing now more than ever and most of the time Harry would take the blame or excuse himself out of the room to take a deep breath and to remember that his Carol wasn't like this.

It also felt very weird to argue with an overly emotional pregnant lady.

He tried to remember that this was just a very hormonal version of the woman he loved. Also, a test to see if what he felt for her would come out stronger after this trying time. It's easy to love someone when everything is fine, but true love is proved when the wind is blowing hard and you have not choice but hold onto each other to make sure you (and her) are safe.