* ONE WEEK LATER *
“Did you know; our baby is just 1cm right now? That’s the size of the nail on my little finger. How crazy is that?” Harry smiled, looking up at you through his lashes as he sat himself up straighter in the bathwater. The bubbles and the lukewarm liquid running past his hips and lapping at his skin as he held the baby book tightly in his hands. “My nail is the size of our baby,” he repeated, holding his little finger up to where you were standing at the vanity, your hairbrush in your hands as you ran the bristles through your slightly damp hair.
Through the mirror you caught eye contact with Harry and sent him a warm smile, giggling lightly as he poked at your thigh with his little finger. Watching him in the bath with the infatuation of a book based on a baby that was gracing your life in just a matter of 8 months was enough to send a warm feeling through your belly and fill your heart with tonnes of love that you felt just wouldn’t fit inside the organ of your body. It had been just a few weeks since the confirmation of your pregnancy, and ever since then, Harry had been obsessed with all things baby related. The idea of having a baby was enough to set a smile on his lips for the rest of the day, with it growing bigger and bigger with each person who gained interest in your pregnancy – it was funny to watch when you and him were out in public because, depending on whether he knew the person or not, he was always finding out a way to slide the topic of babies or pregnancy into the conversation. Yet, you couldn’t help but let him live in his little bubble because it made him happy; and a happy Harry lead to a happy you.
“Just one centimetre? How come I feel so bloated and pregnant already?” You groaned, puffing out a heavy breath as you dipped your head down to your chest and looked to your feet. “I swear, this will be one tough ride,” you mumbled, shuffling your sock covered feet against the tiles of the bathroom.
“We’re in this together, love. Any problems you have, I’ll help you,” he smiled, tightening the bun at the back of his head with a few of the strands hanging down his cheeks. A smile on his lips as he fell back to his laying position beneath the water, the level coming to just below his ears. His knees bent up and stuck out of the water as he pressed his feet to the bottom floor of the bath, bubbles sticking to his kneecaps and glistening under the bright lights of the bathroom. “How are you feeling? Do you feel pregnant? It says in the book that mothers should start to feel like they’re pregnant and they feel a change in their bodies,” Harry memorised, opening the book back up and scanning the words scattered across the paper pages.
“I feel bloated. A little tired as well,” you sighed.
“The book says that’s normal. They said that morning sickness is up on an all time high during these coming weeks. How’s that feeling?” He asked, watching as you took a seat on the toilet and ran your fingers through your hair. “You know if you feel sick in the mornings, you can wake me up. Don’t feel like you need to hide it from me, alright? I’m your husband. I can handle sickness,” he teased, resting his cheek on the side of the tub and looking to you.
“I know. I just, don’t like waking you up in the early hours of the morning for something that I can handle myself,” you smiled, reaching for the hand he was holding the book in. “Now, my baby geek, why don’t you put that book down and have a break? You’ve had your nose stuck in it pretty much all evening. I miss you,” you smiled softly, removing the book from his hand and holding it tightly in your own.
“I’m just doing my research. This is the first time I’ve ever had the experience of being a father. And I’ve heard the internet isn’t exactly reliable,” Harry chuckled lightly, his eyes looking up to you.
“You’ve been reading it all evening. I need some Harry loving, H,” you teased, running your fingertips down his cheeks and running your thumb over his lips. “It’s adorable that you’re so into this pregnancy, you know? I’ve never seen you so obsessed with making sure everything going perfectly. It makes me feel a bit safer,” you whispered
With him being so stuck in with wanting to make sure you were okay, buying you whatever you needed and tending to your every need, it made you feel better about not being in this on your own. It felt reassuring to know that you had someone by your side, the way you wanted your life to pan out. You weren’t sure of who would be by your side throughout your life – as your husband, your soulmate and the father of your children – but deep down, you wanted someone who cared for you, who stuck by your side through the toughest times, and you wanted someone that loved you for you and saw past your flaws. Growing up around those who were desperate for their prince charmings, you wanted to find yours – with hopes you would find one eventually, and settle down with him for the rest of your life.
Luckily for you, you found your guy in the coffee shop one rainy afternoon in London. Spilling the contents of your cup over his suede boots.
“Safer how?”
“I’m so scared that maybe this is going to get too tough for you and you’ll find out that you didn’t want this and you’ll leave me to raise the baby alone. I’m just so nervous and freaked out that one day, you’ll find someone so much better than me and you’ll divorce me and go off with her and-” you sighed softly, “I can’t believe you wanted to settle down with me.”
A chuckle left his lips as he sat up in the water and took your hand in his, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles reassuringly.
“I love you. You’re my wife. That’s it from now on, alright? I love you so much, and I have no intentions of leaving you for some other girl who you deem as more gorgeous than yourself. In my eyes, no one is better than you. You’re it for me,” he cooed, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “I married you for a reason. Not because I felt like you were the best thing for me to settle down with, but because you were so adorable that you made me fall in love with you the moment I first saw you. I’ve loved you since we were 18. I don’t think I could stop now,” he laughed, looking up to your eyes and smiling as he saw your bottom lip tremble.
“Hormones suck, for god sake,” you giggled wetly, leaving the book on your lap and lifting your hand to your face, swiping the pad of your thumb under your eyes to catch the moisture building up. “Your baby is messing with my hormones. That means you can’t make me cry with all your sappy, lovesick works anymore. Because as soon as I start crying, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop,” you grinned, puffing out a breath before looking him in the eyes.
“What?”
“Nothing. I just feel really lucky to have you,” you mumbled, the book sliding off of your lap and landing on the bathroom rug underneath your feet. “Can I massage you? I feel like I want to give you a massage, and quite frankly, you look like you need some relaxation,” you smiled, cupping his face in your hands.
“If you want too, sure. As long as I can give you one afterwards.”
“Sounds like a plan, mister.”
And with that, he hoisted himself up from the bath and let the water run down his body. Water droplets sticking to his skin as he leant over to the vanity to grab the towel he had left there prior to getting in the bath, opening it up from it’s folding manner and tying it around his nude waist. As you stood from the toilet, you took a hold of his hand and kept him steady as he stepped over the side of the tub and set his feet on the rug.
“Can we use some of that vanilla scented oil? That makes my skin feel all soft and smooth and it feels nice against the bed sheets,” he smiled, placing his arm over your shoulder and pressing a wet kiss to your forehead. “I’ll use it on you too.”
You stepped into the bedroom, flicking the light off in the bathroom so it let the lamp on Harry’s bedside table become to only source to let light emit around the room, the yellowish glow becoming soft and soothing and it made a sleepy feeling run over your body, your eyelids becoming heavy as you made your way to the bed and sat on the edge.
“Did you leave my book in the bathroom?” Harry wondered, tugging the towel off of his hips and letting his naked body come free into the bedroom atmosphere. You gave him a swift nod before he fell to the bed, laying on his front with his head pressed to his pillow. The tips of the strands of hair falling from his bun were wet and cold against his flushed face. “Hm. Gives me some reading material for when I go to the bathroom,” he chuckled, the sound muffled against the pillow.
“I know what to buy you now when I feel like I need to surprise you. Fuck the idea of sexy lingerie and bath bombs. I’ll buy you baby books and pregnancy encyclopaedias,” you giggled, shuffling on the bed and hunching over to where you kept the vanilla scented massage oil in the drawer. “Does that sound alright? I’ll put a word out to your mum and Gem. And my parents too. And the boys. Rather than baby gifts, we’ll have baby books.”
A sarcastic laugh left his lips as he lifted his head from the pillow.
“Alright, alright. I’m just getting prepared,” he smiled, watching as you closed the drawer of the bedside table with your ankle and placed the bottle of oil on the pillow. “Now, massage me, my lady. My back’s aching.”
“Patience, my dear husband. Patience.”
* *
A groan left your lips as you felt Harry stir beside you. His foot came into contact with your leg as he rolled over onto his side, his arm hooking over your hips and pulling you closer to his body. His breath fanned across your shoulders, as he pressed a kiss to your skin. An indication that he was wide awake and laying beside you with thoughts running around inside his mind – something you had come to find was the common problem to him being wide awake.
“What’s the matter, H?”
A soft puff of breath fanned across your skin as you rolled over to face him, his green eyes shining beneath the darkness of the room. The light from the street lamp casting through the crack in the curtains shone against his face as it lit up the street below, his features becoming slightly bolder in the darkness.
“Did you know our baby could be weeing inside of you right now?”
A swift choke on your breath had the both of you sitting up in bed, a chuckle leaving Harry’s lips.
“That’s what you’re thinking about at,” you looked to the alarm clock on your bedside table, “3 o’clock in the morning? You’re going to need to lay off the baby stuff right now, Harry. I need sleep,” you mumbled.
“Did you know that they’ve gone through around three sets of kidneys too? How amazing is that? That’s proof that our baby is properly developing inside you,” he stated, “like, it’s got a heart and little arms and legs and it’s beginning to transform into a human. I just, I can’t believe we’re going to be parents, (Y/N). You’ve given me the best thing I could ever ask for and I love you for that,” he whispered, nudging his nose to your cheek.
“It takes two to make a baby, Styles. So, I guess I need to thank you too,” you smiled, tilting your head to his touch. “I’m thankful you have such an attractive penis.”
A laugh left his lips as he hooked his fingers under your t-shirt and drew soft patterns on your skin. The pads of his fingertips warm and soft with slight calluses sitting on the tips that contradicting against the softness of the rest of his fingers.
“You’re so cheeky.”
“Our baby is making me that way. I can’t help that my hormones are through the roof right now,” you admitted, smiling against his touch and closing your eyes in relaxation. “Now that you’ve told me our baby could be weeing inside me, could we go to sleep now? I feel really tired,” you mumbled quietly, resting your head against Harry’s shoulder.
“Sure thing, my love. I’ll see you in the morning,” he whispered, pressing his lips to your ear.
“And for the record, if our baby is weeing inside me right now, then they have definitely got your bladder. You pee for England.”

Notes

Here we have Harry getting all excited and doing some reading into the early stages of a pregnancy and I just want this so badly with him. Haha. xx