~ Capri's POV ~
(Two Months Later)

I am eight months pregnant, and I am the soze of a ducking house! I can't sleep without Harry by my side the whole time, And even then sleep doesn't come easy.

I eat almost every hour. Every hour! And everything is annoying, for example; Niall took one of my chips and I didn't talk to him for two days. Being pregnant just does stuff to you.

"Capri?" Zayn. Ugggh.

"In the kitchen!" I was baking cookies. I wanted cookies.

"Harry wanted me to check on you." Why?

"Okay, well, I am fine. But can you do me a favor?" I batted my eyelashes at him. He sighed and nodded.

"Can you grab a cookie sheet for me?" I asked pointing to the cupboard.

"It's right there! Why can't you get it?" He pouts.

"I'm afraid if I squat down to grab it the baby might start crowning. And I don't know how Liam would feel about me giving birth on the kitchen floor." I said. He chuckled and opened the cupboard, handing me the cookie sheet.

"Thanks!" I kissed his cheek. "Where is Harry anyway? Why couldn't he come check on me himself?" I begin spooning the dough onto the pan.

"He went to buy some last minute baby things. Apparently you had a list of things." He said. He dipped his finger into the bowl and scooped up a big ass swig of cookie dough. He popped in his mouth and sucked on his finger.

"Zayn! No! Get your own damn cookie dough!" I slapped his arm. He just chuckled and sat down on the stool.

"Hey! Whatcha makin'?" Harry says coming into the kitchen. He pecks me on the lips and takes a seat next to Zayn.

"Cookies! I wanted some really bad, so I decided to make them. But Zayn keeps taking the dough and it's pissing me off!" I exaggerate the last part. He chuckles.

"Hey! We haven't thought of a name for the baby yet! Do you want to play the name game?" He suggests. Zayn gets up and leaves. Well then.

"Sure. Do you have your list?" I ask. He nods his head taking out a peice of paper. I take my phone out and bring up the list that I came up with last week.

"I'll start. So I have always loved the name Darcy." He begins. I smile.

"That is such a beautiful name!" I exclaim. "Okay, I think yours is defiantly better than mine, I put Deborah." He smiled and wrote it down on his page as I typed mine into my phone.

"Middle names?" I asked. He nodded "Anne."

"Aww after you Mom! I like that! Darcy Anne Styles!" I gushed. He smiled and it was my turn.

"Okay, I like your names much better than mine, I put Deborah Katherine Styles... I don't know it was my Grandma's name, but yours is much more.... Special. I love yours!" He shakes his head.

"I like yours! I like Deborah Katherine more than Darcy Anne." He states. He just has to be diffucult!

"No no no no no! I like Darcy Anne." I say. He frowns.

"Okay, we're gonna let the Aunts and Uncles settle this" he gets up from his seat and calls everyone out of their room.

"What do you want? I need to check up on Breaking Bad!" Louis complains as everyone takes a seat around the family area.

"Harry likes my name over his but clearly his is much better. We are going to ask you too vote!" I say.

"Okay. So the two names are; Darcy Anne Style, and Deborah Katherine Styles." Harry states. I smile and everyone is as well.

"Raise your hand for Darcy." I say. Niall, Liam, Danielle, and Zayn raised their hands.

"Deborah?" Harry says. Perrie, and Louis rais there hands.

"Darcy Ann Styles it is" I say smiling.

Notes

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