My spoon dug into my second pint of Ben & Jerry’s as I lay sprawled out on the couch watching Dear John. The mid-June temperatures were getting the best of me, sweat pouring off my skin as I was clad in cotton shorts and a tank top. My eight month pregnant belly protruding far in front of me, Darcy’s kicking had come to a cease thankfully.
“Harry!”
He appeared in the doorway of the living room, ready to perform a task for me.
“Cuddle with me? Please?” My lip jutted out in a pout as I looked up at my curly-haired husband. A sweet smile came across his face, his legs bringing him to the couch before he settled in behind me, letting me lean back into his chest. His hands found my tummy, fingers drawing circles mindlessly, lips pressing gentle kisses into my hair. I smiled a the immediate comfort Harry gave me, he was without a doubt, the best husband ever.
“Nineteen days, my love.” He whispered into my ear sweetly, a tender kiss left just below my ear. I snuggled into his chest further, only gaining more comfort.
As the second movie went on, I began to feel tears pricking at my eyes begging to be allowed to fall. Harry had gone to the kitchen to prepare dinner as I continued to watch the sappy movie by myself.
Noah and Allie had just been forced to call their world-wind summer romance off, and I felt like I was going to burst into tears, but thankfully my tears remained.
When the part came where Allie suddenly remembered but just as quickly as she remembered, she forgot everything, the flood gates opened. Tears came like never before, flowing freely down my cheeks. Small whimpers left my mouth as I watched as Allie had to be sedated while Noah sat there defenselessly watching the love of his life suffer from Alzheimer’s. The sad scene continued unfolding before me while I stroked my belly hoping for some comfort from my baby girl, the only response being a few small nudges.
The clattering in the kitchen stopped, Harry appearing around the corner, concern written on his face. Seeing my sensitive state, he rushed to my side kneeling in front of me grasping my hands.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
I shook my head, not wanting to worry him with my troubles. His hand reached up to wipe away tears that continued to fall on my cheeks, eyes searching mine for some sort of answer.
“Talk to me sweetheart.”
Just as I thought I was about done with crying, another flood gate opened, sobs shaking my body as I tried to find words. Harry held me closely, letting me cry into his neck, massaging my back lightly.
“I can’t deal with being pregnant anymore. I’m constantly uncomfortable, feeling like I need to eat every five minutes, I never sleep, none of my clothes fit, and I know I said I felt beautiful, but I don’t Harry, I feel like a whale, I feel huge.”
His large hands continued to rub my back as I let everything out, sobbing into his neck.
“And I read somewhere the other day that a baby can be born with undetected defects, what if Darcy has them? What if something’s wrong when I give birth, what if she comes too early?”
A few moments later, my face was in his hands, Harry’s eyes boring into my face.
“Hey, listen to me. You are so beautiful, you’ve never been more beautiful to me than now. You’re carrying our baby girl, our little miracle. I understand that you are uncomfortable, I wish more than anything to be able to take it away for you.” He started, thumbs stroking my cheeks delicately. His voice was so determined to make me feel better, make me feel more than I felt just moments before. “And Darcy will be absolutely perfect, I’m positive of that and even if she is born with something wrong, we will love that baby girl and do everything in our power to make sure she’s healthy. Baby, I know you’re worried, I am too, but we can’t let that make us upset, okay?”
I nodded, sniffling as he pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. Harry’s green eyes locked with mine, my tears finally stopping. His thumbs brushing away the last few tears, forehead meeting mine.
“I love you.” I whispered holding his hand to my face, stroking the back with my thumb.
Our lips met in a loving and passionate kiss, taking my breath away. Every time I kissed Harry, I felt the same breathlessness just as I did the first time we kissed so many years ago. The love I felt for him was endless and indescribable.
“I love you too.”