Harry and I have been trying for a baby for a little while now. We are just praying hard that I become pregnant. I was sat on the sofa, watching tv in the morning. Harry was out with his friends. I scrolled through my phone at the same time. It started to hit me. I haven't had my period. I went onto my period tracking app to see when the last time I had it. It's been a whole month. My eyes widened. Was this it? I got ready and headed for the local pharmacy. I grabbed a pregnancy test then paid. I got back home and went straight to the bathroom in our room. I waited, nervously. 4 minutes passed and it was ready to show the answer. I held it in my hands, face down. I paced around our bedroom. Why was I nervous? We want this baby. I flipped it over. Positive. I was pregnant. I broke down crying with happiness. I was so impatient for Harry to come home. I just wanted to tell him. "Babe, I'm home" Harry called. I was so nervous. "Hey, did you have fun?" I asked. "Yeah," he said walking in. He noticed I was sat completely still, not paying attention to the tv. "What's going on?" he asked. "I need to show you something," I said calmly. "Ok," he said, sitting down. He seemed suspicious. I passed him the test I was hiding behind my back. His jaw dropped. He looked up at me in surprise. "You're ---?" he asked, completely speechless. "Pregnant, yes," I said. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pushing me onto my back. I laid laughing as he placed kisses all over my neck and stomach. "We're going to have a baby" he exclaimed. "We are," I said. He leant back and looked at it again. This was such exciting news for us.
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The baby series
FanfictionThis is the story of yours and Harry's first child. This will be in the first person but I'll use (Y/N). I'm sorry if you don't particularly like the name I choose for the baby, it's just the name I like xx
