Cough after cough after cough. No I do not have a cold, but I am indeed throwing up into the toilet. "Devin, is everything alright?” Harry questioned worriedly from outside the door. "Just peachy", I hollered back before more of my midnight snack came back up from my stomach. After I was positively sure my stomach was empty I brushed my teeth then exited the bathroom. Immediately, I fell into Harry's embrace. I don't know how I could be sick when I was perfectly healthy 24 hours ago. "If this keeps up I'll be making you a doctor’s appointment", Harry said calmly while rubbing my back. I had no choice, but to agree.

A whole week later and I'm still throwing up during odd times of the day. So, now I'm in a cold waiting room without dated magazines and rock solid chairs. "Dani, the doctor will see you now". Nervously, I followed the nurse to a small room where I then waited no more than 3 agonizingly slow minutes. "Hi Dani! I'm Dr. Smith", the short cheerful lady introduced herself. She then proceeded to ask questions while poking, prodding and running multiple tests. After, the last test she came back announcing some positive results. "Congratulations! You're pregnant!” She said a couple more things before leaving, tending to another patient. Soon, I left to go home, but not before stopping to get goldfish and ice cream. Later that day I sat at home tossing ideas around in my head over how to tell Harry. I had been with my best friend all day making cupcakes when she randomly asked, “So how are you going to tell him?". I pondered the question until an idea hit me. "Grab some pink and blue frosting. That's how we'll tell him". She looked confused at first, but then thought to go along with it.

That night when I was I was skyping Harry he somehow brought up the mysterious picture of a pink and blue cupcake I had sent him. "You're supposed to guess", I said. "I've asked everyone what they think it might mean, but I don't think it's right!” he exclaimed.
"What did everyone think it meant?"
"They thought it meant genders of a baby, but I don't believe that you're pregnant"
"Harry, remember how sick I was? And how you made me a doctor’s appointment? Well, one of the tests they ran came back positive, and I'm pregnant".
I was looking away from him the whole time and when I looked up his face was happy, ecstatic, jumping with joy. "That's great!", he said enthusiastically. "I can't wait to come home and see you. Then we can talk about the baby. This is going to be great!” I'm surprised by how well that went.

“Dani!”, I was greeted when I got home from work. “What?-I thought you”, he cut me off by throwing his arms around my waist and connecting his lips with mine. “How are you and the baby?” “Well we’re both fine and happy that you’re home”, I said as my hand went over my small baby bump.
20 weeks *Gender Time!*
“Dani! It's great to see you again. Let’s see if this baby is a boy or a girl!”
Going through the usual procedures I ended up on the bed with cold goo being spread around my stomach. She moved the wand until she stopped and focused on the screen. “I’ll be happy to let you know that you are having a very healthy…boy!” Neither one of us responded, we just stayed there hand in hand looking at the screen that is our baby.
“About how many copies will you need?”
Harry and I looked over at each other clueless as to how many copies we’ll need. So, I quickly decided and said, ”Five will be great”. It was after that when I looked over at Harry and saw his mischievous grin, looking down at his phone. As I was cleaning up I asked,” What are you grinning about?” Instead of explaining he showed me. It was a mass text to Liam, Niall, Louis, and Zayn. His first text to them read…
Harry: Would ya like to know the gender?
His responses were of the same sort, all of them saying “Yes”, “Tell us!”, “Of course. So he sent a picture of the sonogram.
*insert sonogram here*
Harry: Can you spot the baby penis?
The responses…
Liam: Oh Harry…-.-
Louis: Congrats! Don’t forget to name him after me!
Niall: Congrats!
Zayn: Congrats Harry! I bet he’ll be a very good looking baby!
Liam: Congrats Harry! How’s Dani feeling?
I playfully slapped him on the head as we left.

“How about Charlie”, Harry suggested. “No, no it needs to be unique. I don’t want him to be the fifth Charlie in his class”. We were discussing baby names and nothing had made us come to an agreement.
“I swear I’ll go mad before you find a baby name”, Louis said over-dramatically. Oh, right we’re at Harry and Louis’ place discussing names. Right when Louis said that something clicked in my head. “Mad-mad-mad-mad”, I repeated to myself while Harry and Louis were talking about a box. Mad-box. Mabox. Madox. I whispered it to myself before sharing with Louis and Harry who absolutely loved it.
It happened so fast. Oh my gosh. I’m surprised that I’m not the one sleeping right now. I was in the kitchen doing dishes when I felt a really bad pain and it was like I had wet my pants. I then called my best friend to take me to the hospital. Harry made it an hour before Madox was born. Right now said newborn was bundled up resting on his sleeping father’s chest. I took a picture and posted it on twitter and instagram making the fans go crazy. What a beautiful thing love is…