My Sunflower *h.s*

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Hi everyone. I just found out that my grandma and grandpa have tested positive for covid so updates may be slow in these coming weeks. Also this chapter might be kind of sloppy but I really wanted to give you guys an update. 

Please be patient with me and I hope everyone is staying safe and healthy.

As always, treat people with kindness :)

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Molly - 36 Weeks pregnant

"Harry?" I called for him from the bedroom, waiting for him to either run in here or yell back. But lately he just resorts to running in here. I honestly think he's more anxious about Isabelle coming than I am. It's like every time I call his name he thinks I'm in premature labor, when in reality it's just me needing something and being too lazy to go get it myself. But to be fair, I am growing a human over here, and I'm giant seeing as I only have a month left.

As I suspected, he ran in here with a look of panic on his face. I could help but laugh slightly at his worried face and stressed body language.

"What? Is it the baby? Are you going into labor?" I laughed and rolled my eyes at his frantic words, the words spilling out at an extremely fast pace for him.

"You need to stop assuming every time I call you there's something wrong. I can promise you if I were in labor, I wouldn't casually shout your name from afar." He huffed but his body language relaxed, his eyes rolling at my words. He walked forward to the bed, throwing his body down on it, laying on his stomach next to my upright body. His face was smushed into the comforter, slightly covering half of his face. 

"Then what is it?" His face held slight confusion with a muffled voice, but his eyes showed me he was tired. The normally bright green was dull and bags were sitting underneath his waterline. His eyes blinked slower than usual and his they were hooded, he looked like he could pass out at any minute. I sighed as I looked at him, reaching my hand out to brush back some curls that fell into his eyes, his hair has grown out a bit, especially because he's been to busy with me and his album to truly do anything for himself. 

"I wanted you to lay with me for a little, you've been running around all week without giving yourself time to relax."

"That's because I have things to do. I need to keep working on the album and preparing for Isabelle." He started rattling off all the things he needed to do and I sighed with an eye roll, taking my hand out of his hair and bringing it down to cover his mouth. His words stopped abruptly and his eyes flicked to mine. "What are you doing?" His voice was muffled, most of his words mushing together into one. 

"Baby, just sit with me." I moved my hand and pushed his shoulder a bit, moving the comforter off my lap and patting my thighs. "C'mere." He looked at me with a bit of hesitance but I gave him a stern look that made his face drop and a grumble leave his lips. He lifted his body up on all fours and shuffling over to me. 

"Just for five minutes." He muttered with a huff as his head fell onto my lap. I laughed lightly, pulling the comforter back over his body, tucking it over his shoulders and reaching my hand up to his hair. I threaded my fingers in his hair, lightly scratching his scalp and playing with his hair. 

I felt him relax against me, a content sigh leaving his lips. I smiled as I looked down at him, part of his face hidden due to my belly. One of his arms was wrapped around my back, his hand hitting my hip. His other arm was tucked against his chest, his hand resting on the side of my stomach, his thumb rubbing back and forth against my skin. I was only sitting in shorts and a sports bra. most shirts too uncomfortable to wear lately.