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Harry + Iman, Belly!

Harry is walking down the hallway when he comes to a pause, the house is very quiet and this makes him uncomfortable.

On a good day, Myra is screaming at something on the screen or Iman is holding many work phone calls. Today is totally different. With Myra away for the next three weeks, the house has been a little too calm.

He drags his eyebrows together, shoving the last piece of chips into his mouth, and steps into the waiting room.

Iman is squatting next to a large piece of white paper and is deeply concentrating on whatever she is reading off it. He stops himself from rushing to her and slowly leans against the wall, admiring his wife in her full form.

Pregnancy looks amazing on her and he has become a little more fascinated. The baby is making her brown skin look extra good and there's an extra softness to her today. Besides the slight change in physique, Iman has taken an extra liking to wearing his clothes more than usual.

Today, she's wearing his plaid shirt over a cropped tank top and he loves how it swallows her up.

With the baby arriving in a few weeks, Iman has been over thinking and preparing. The baby's room still isn't ready and she knows Zayn offered, but she needs to stay busy to avoid the constant anxiety that plagues her mind when she thinks about labour.

Even Gemma's upcoming wedding isn't a great distraction anymore.

Harry slowly makes his way over to her and gently squats next to her, wondering what in the world she's busying herself with this time.

"Iman...Iman," he calmly says.

Iman looks at him and blinks with her tired eyes.

"Hey babe," she exhales.

"What are you d-doing?" he asks, trying to transfer his concern to his voice.

"I was just looking at the original interior plans, the ones you sketched up for baby's room," she shows him the paper.

Harry exhales and collects the paper from her.

"You are doing - you're doing it a-again," he frowns a little.

"Doing what?" she acts clueless.

"Doing the not - not resting thing," he quickly says.

"I rest everyday. In fact, I need to move around," Iman argues.

"Move a-around in the park," Harry deadpans. "Not by w-worrying."

Iman stops because she knows he has a point and she clears her throat. Actually, there's no point lying or arguing with him.

Harry sees right through her and sometimes, it can be scary.

"Maybe when it stops raining," she mumbles.

"Good," Harry gives her a smile.

Without further words, he slowly stands up and stretches his hands to her. Iman pouts and gently takes his hands, helping herself up.

The days have been dragging along and she just wants to forget about being pregnant. She slowly stretches and Harry quickly places an arm around her waist, concerned.

If he could carry the pregnancy to relieve her of the stress, he honestly would do it without a blink.

"What have you been doing all afternoon?" she asks.

"H-Harry made lunch," he says.

"No way, you said you were done cooking," she chuckles.

After a failed attempt following Nigella's recipes, Harry announced his retirement from attempted cooking and it's been hilarious watching his distaste for cooking grow. So, this is a great surprise.