"H, what are you doing?"

I bewilderedly stare at my husband, leaning against the door frame of the bathroom for support as I watch him shimmy into his skinny jeans.

Harry takes in a deep breath running a hand through his hair as he buttons his jeans.

"It's tonight. I can feel it. Don't move a pretty little muscle I'm goin' to go get the bag and alert mum,"

I roll my eyes at his hastiness, grinning slowly as I place a hand on my swollen belly. I was nine months into my pregnancy and as the days approaching the due date got closer Harry got further on edge. I on the other hand was as cool as a cucumber. This was my second pregnancy and after being pregnant with twins the first time, this pregnancy with a single baby was a walk in the park.

"Don't go bothering your mum, H. We are not going to the hospital tonight," I reply turning on my heel to waddle back into the bedroom. "don't know about you but I'm going to bed,"

His heavy footsteps follow behind me.

"But, Pres, why would you wanna do that? What if the baby comes in the middle of the night?"
I shimmy out of my dressing gown before pulling back the duvet.

"Then well, wake up your mother and head to the hospital, it's that simple, H. I haven't even felt a contraction yet and I'm not wasting time sitting in the hospital like I did with the girls. When my water finally breaks then I'll go to the hospital,"

I sigh once I'm on the covers, happy to get off of my swollen feet.

"C'mon babe, take off those clothes and come to bed, yeah?" I coo, patting the empty side of the bed.

He sighs.

"I'll sleep but I will not take off these clothes. I don't wanna waste time havin' to get dressed when your water breaks,"

I grin.

"Fine, just get in bed with me,"

Harry grins, kicking off his boots before climbing into bed with me.

"Do you feel anything yet?" he asks, snuggling into me.

"No," I groan. "Let's just go to sleep, H."
****
"You absolutely look ready to pop,love," Anne exclaims as I trudged down the stairs for breakfast.

She'd been staying with us for a few days in preparation of the baby arriving. We'd need someone to stay with the twins while I was away at the hospital and Anne was the first one to volunteer. The girls were already at the breakfast table, munching away at their eggy bread and far too busy to pay attention to me.

"Please don't say that, Anne," I sighed going to the kettle. "that phrase still haunts me,"

"Sorry," she smiles softly. "Harry coming down for breakfast?"

I shrugged.

"He'll probably sleep through it. He was up all night worried that I'd go into labor. He even slept with his clothes on, It's the cutest thing,"

Anne grinned.

"He's had the tendency to get over excited about things. Any contractions yet?"

I sighed.

"Nothing. I'm not leaving the house until my water is completely broken, "

"The due date is tomorrow, what if your water doesn't break?"

I shrug running a hand through my disheveled hair.

"I'll cross that bridge when I get there I suppose,"
****
Two nights have passed with still no baby.

While Harry was still freaking out, I was beginning to become equally as pressed. I was swollen, fatigued and just ready to give birth and get this over with.

I stared at my tiered reflection in the mirror, tears stinging the corner of my eyes. Harry, Anne and I were supposed to take the girls out for lunch but I wasn't even sure if I could go. My feet were so swollen I'd just drag everyone down.

I picked my eyelash curler from the vanity but decided against it, letting my tears get the best of me. As always, Harry walks right at the time I'm having a break down.

"Babe, why aren't you gettin' ready and why are you crying?" his brows furrow as he shuts the door behind him.

"I just-I'm miserable. I need to give birth already!" I groaned.

A look of panic washes over his face and he runs a hand through his hair.

"Shit. 'M gonna get you help, babe. We have to do something," he rambles,pacing across the room.

"I just wanna go to the hospital, Harry,"

"I know!" he suddenly shouts. "we can induce your labor right at home. I know what we have to do, we have to have sex!"

It 's now my turn to be confused.

"What the hell?"

"It induces labor. If we do it you might start having contractions!" he replies frantically.

I roll my eyes.

"I don't want you to touch me right now! I just wanna go to the hospital!!"

"I've been trying to tell you that for the past few days," Harry sighs, helping me up from the vanity.

"Just please shut up right now,"

***
"He's beautiful, init he?"

I grin at Harry through heavily lids, brushing my finger tips against the soft porcelain skin of the sweet little bundle in my arms.

"He's gorgeous,"

Turns out going to the hospital to have my labor induced was the smartest thing we could have done. Ten hours later I've given birth to the most beautiful baby boy.

"The girls will be so excited to meet their baby brother, Frey's been asking' me for the past few days,"

I grin.

"I should have listened to you the first night and gone to the hospital," I croaked.

Harry reaches over brushing a strand of fallen hair from my face.

"Wouldn't have made a difference,baby .Our little man's here now,"

"You have to promise me something,"I grin.

"What?"

"Promise me we'll call this a draw. No more baby Styles,"

He grins.

" 'M not sure that's a promise I can keep,"

Notes

Another kid/pregnancy drabble!