Wistful Paradise / H.S. [COMPLETE]

Three

Florence

I was sitting on the sofa, Bono was curled up next to me, snorting loudly and reruns of my favourite tv show were on. I was busy laughing at them when I heard the front door slam shut.

I got up from my sitting position and walked towards the hallway. Each day that passed, my body felt heavier and heavier. It feels weird, surreal actually.

I'm four months now, my baby belly already visible, but I could easily cover it up with large sweaters and oversized clothing. Harry loved to see me in clothing that hugs my body curves well and even more now while I am pregnant. He loved to touch my belly while I was cooking, laying in bed, anywhere he could. He hasn't talked to the baby yet and I'm honestly glad he doesn't. It would feel too awkward for me to have Harry talking to my belly. He told me last week he wasn't ready to be a father but he definitely looks more ready than I am. Simply watching him fawn over my belly helps me understand that he is ready.

The fact that I'm carrying a baby feels surreal to me. I'm not able to touch my belly and feel all mushy and warm, I'm just not there yet. I'm not able to be excited about this and I'm praying, I still pray every day that I will get that feeling soon. I am going to be a mother sooner than later and I need to be ready for it because once the baby has arrived, there will be no time to adjust. It's done or die.

I turn my head around the corner, observing how his chocolaty curls were wet due to the pouring rain. He had a paper bag in his hand and I curiously walked over to him. "What have you got there?" I murmured, wrapping my arms around his waist.

Harry turned to me, his green orbs sparkled with youthful glee. He leaned in to kiss my lips softly, patting my ass before mumbling. "Go take a seat, I'll be there in a second."

I walked into the kitchen and sat down but not before heating up a dish our housekeeper has made. I plopped down on the chair, filling up a glass of red wine for Harry and a fresh glass of lemonade for myself. I waited for Harry to emerge out of the hallway and I found him, setting the paper bag in front of me. "I decided to walk to the studio and this is what happens." He walked around the counter, Bono walking behind him. He grabbed the dog food and put some into his bowl, petting him all while telling me about his day. "Oh before I forget. I found something while walking home, take a look."

I grabbed the paper bag, letting my fingers slip inside it to feel a piece of soft fabric. I grabbed it and pulled it out of the bag to find a little white romper. The romper had a quote written on it and I smiled softly as I read it out loud. "If you think I'm cute, take a look at my mommy." My hand slipped into the bag again to find a set of tiny, yellow Vans. Harry and I both have these Vans and now our baby will too. I turned my head to the side, feeling emotional for some kind of reason.

"Do you not like it?" Harry panicked right away, coming up to me. He took the romper and Vans from my grasp and put them aside as he watched my teary eyes. "I'm so sorry, I thought you'd like it. I'll take it back," He told me, trying to understand my tears. "I knew I shouldn't have bought it. You're not ready, I get it, sorry."

I frowned, hearing his words. "No, Harry. I like it, it's so cute. These are my hormones, I guess," I murmured, my hands reached for his face, I held his cheeks on my fingertips and pecked his lips softly. "Those shoes are the cutest, I love them."

A sigh of relief fell from his lips, a sheepish smile took over his face as I inspected the shoes and the little romper. "I couldn't help myself."

These were the first items we have for our baby. We've been busy the last few months, wrapping our heads around the fact that we will be parents in a few months. We've been clearing our schedules and changing dates for Harry's tour and my movie role. We've been too busy to buy clothes and furniture for the nursery. This is the first thing Harry has brought home and it confirmed the thought that he might be more ready than I am for the baby.