This 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
Me and Harry have decided to do a little photoshoot together. We want to hang up the photos in babies room so we can show her when she's older. We're going into a big daisy meadow for all the photos. Harry wore black jeans and white shirt with the first 3 buttons undone. I wore a long, peachy, off the shoulder, dress. I love it. "Are you ready?" Harry asked. "Yeah" I said as I waddled towards the car. I got in the car and buckled my seat belt. Harry got in the drivers seat. "Isn't weird that in 2 months, we'll have our baby with us" Harry said as he turned on the engine. "It's crazy, it's all gone so fast" I said. "It has, I'm gonna miss your bump" he said. "But you'll be able to hold her instead" I said. "Exactly" he said. I leant over and took his hand in mine. "Why's your hand so sweaty?" I asked. "I don't know" he said, wiping his hand on his leg before taking my hand again. "Are you nervous?" I asked. "Uh...no" he said, not sounding truthful. "That doesn't sound very convincing, what's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing. Just pre-parent jitters, I guess" he said. "You'll be a great father. We both grew up with divorced parents and know how hard it is with seperate parents. We'll do fine" I said. "Yeah, thank you" he said smiling. "I love you, Harry" I said. "I love you, (y/n)" he said. We arrived at the meadow and met up with the photographer. "Hi, it's nice to meet you, my names Penny" she said, shaking our hands. We introduced ourselves. "How far along are you?" she asked. "7 months" I said. "Wow" she said with wide eyes. I didn't know if she was shocked or it was a nice thing. We got set up to do all the photos. It was a lot of fun and Penny was very kind. "Ok, I'll let you decide how you pose for this one" Penny said. Harry shifted me so I was facing him. He took both my hands in his, taking a step back. I was confused to what he was doing at first. He carefully settled himself on one knee and took a red, velvet box out his pocket. My right hand flew up to my mouth while the left stayed in his. He opened up the box revealing the most gorgeous ring I had ever seen.
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"(Y/N), it's traditional for parents to be married befofe the baby. So, will you do the honour of marrying me?" Harry asked. I already felt warm, salty tears running down my cheeks. "Of course, yes" I finally spoke. Harry slid the ring on my finger before pulling me into a hug. I was so happy I would finally be marrying Harry. We didn't take anymore photos, mainly because I refused as my makeup was all messed up from the crying.
