*Reagan's POV*
We left out of the bathroom going our separate ways, I back to my room and Harry back to the guest room that my father begrudgingly put him in, a towel slung lowly around his narrow hips. Part of me wishes that I hadn’t handed him a towel until after he’d gotten out. His damp hair began to curl again after he’d partially dried it off and I am always envious of the water droplets that would slowly roll down his abdomen and the rest of his beautifully toned body after he gets out of the shower. Before he went to change his clothes, Harry caught me looking at him, more like admiring him while he was brushing his teeth as he always does. His expression went from a nonchalant glare to a smirk as he turned around to face me while rinsing his mouth out. I thought at first that he would mockingly scold me about staring at him the way that he always does, but my breath escaped me when he instead pinned me between himself and the bathroom wall to give me a slow, passionate, lingering kiss.

When he pulled away my eyes were still closed, hoping for more and almost forgetting what it was that we were supposed to be doing today. Its almost as if Harry reawakened something within me that’s been lying dormant. My body’s call ensnared my thoughts. I ached to be set free by him again and to make love to him, to let everything that has been pent up inside go, but as soon as I let my mind get away from me my focused side spells out the word ‘pregnant’ and ‘doctors appointment’ bringing me harshly back into reality. I could have sworn the same thing happened to Harry as he took a step back rubbing the back of his neck with his hand as his jaw tensed when he spoke.

“I’ll be dressed in a minute and then we can go.”

I nodded my head before he left out, noting the change in his mood.

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The ride to the facility was short and the air the car had become thick, both of us too nervous to say too much, but as Harry’s hand rested on top of mine slowly stroking the skin there with the pad of his thumb my anxieties began to settle slightly. The look on his face was stern as his thumb and forefinger pinched his bottom lip before his eyes went a shade darker. His gaze stayed out the window mostly but when I found a parking space, his eyes snapped away from the streets of LA and landed on me, grinning at me despite the dark shade of emerald that rimmed his irises.

“This is it?” He asked, putting his phone in his pocket before getting out of the car and closing the door behind him.

I took a deep breath and one of my serax before stepping out of the the car closing the door behind me. Harry was already at my side, wrapping his fingers around mine as we made our way towards the doors. His grip was tight and his glare was hard, but it wasn’t a seething one. I could tell that he was just as on edge as I was.

“You’re crushing my fingers.”

“What?” Harry spoke gruffly while looking over at me, chewing on his bottom lip.

“You’re holding my hand too tight.”

“Oh. Sorry.” H’s grip loosened as he opened the door for me while mumbling “Ladies first.”

The place was packed and I’m sure that we would be spending the better half of our morning here. Harry huffed before running a hand through his unruly head of hair. I could tell that he was saying something under his breath, but when our eyes met he grinned at me again.

“I’m gonna go sign in.”

“Mhm. I’ll find us seats.”

Harry seemed distracted as he slowly sauntered over to two empty chairs between a wall and a young girl, probably younger than me. As my eyes scanned the room, I began to realize that there was nothing but young girls littering the waiting room. All I’m sure in their teens and twenties. Some of them already sporting an obvious baby bump.

My palms began to sweat as I waked up to the sign in window. I could barely hold the pen in my hand as my thoughts got the better of me. I would be just like the rest of these girls– young women, preparing for a family and starting a whole new chapter of life even though the chapter that I’m currently on has barely begun. I feel like I’ve been rushing through the last few months of my life. I can’t wait until I’m given the chance to slow down and relax, and look ahead for once instead of constantly down at the ground watching my steps for the next big bump in the road.

“We’ll call you when we’re ready.” An attendant smiled at me, but I could tell that it was on that she’d learned to put on her face while working here to hide the look of pity. Nothing about it was warm or genuine, but I nodded my head in agreement with her anyway.

Harry held his phone in his hand with his bottom lip between his teeth while his eyes danced around the small overly crowded room. There was a slight furrow in his brow, and his eyes were dark, but despite his obvious annoyance I was glad to have him here with me. As I walked over to him, his eyes had landed on a girl who looked like she would be ready to have twins or maybe even triplets at any second. She notices his stare and smiles at him while rubbing her stomach. Harry doesn’t bother smiling back in his cranky mood, only adjusts the way he sits and rubs his hands over his eyes.

“They said that they would call me when they’re ready.”

“That probably won’t be until tomorrow.”

I ignored Harry’s snarky tone when I realized that my eyes had landed on the same pregnant girl that Harry was staring at. Her hand stopped rubbing her huge stomach and the smile returned to her face when she looked back at me.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.”

“No, its okay. Do you want to feel him? He’s kicking a lot today.” The tiny framed brunette asked me, but I smiled shaking my head no declining politely. I could feel Harry’s eyes on us shifting back and forth first to the girl’s stomach and then to mine. I couldn’t believe that there was only one baby in there.

“How far along are you?”

“Eight months. I can’t wait to meet him.”

“Shit, she’s huge. I’m sure she can’t” Harry swore under his breath only loud enough for me to hear, but I again ignored him as he crossed his arms, looking at the clock while pouting. I smile at the girl. At least she seems happy.

“How about you? You’re glowing. It has to be in the early stages right?” She asked me putting a hand behind her back to stable herself as she stood to sit in the chair across from mine, probably tired of seeing Harry’s scowl and bad attitude across from her.

My hand flew to my stomach and I could see Harry turn as pale as a ghost at her question, before glaring at the girl and then at me. The scowl on his face deepened before it broke changing into a worried glance when I didn’t respond.

“Oh, I’m uh–”

“Oh shit. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked. I just assumed that the two of you were here for–”

“I’ll be back.” Harry cut the girl off speaking sharply as he stood to leave. His long legs carried him out of the building quickly, but he didn’t go far. I could see him walk over to the water fountain just on the other side of the waiting room doors. The sweet Harry from this morning was gone and the anxious crabby Harry was in his place making me question if he’d even bothered to take his medication this morning.

“I really am sorry.” The girl spoke again, moving a piece of her short hair of of her face and behind her ear, pulling my attention off of Harry and back onto her.

“Its fine. Um, will you excuse me for a second?” The girl nodded her head resting her hands on her shelf like stomach as I stood to leave.

Harry stood against the wall. His hand was in his hair massaging his scalp and possibly rubbing away a headache that he got from frowning.

“Are you good?”

“I’m fine.” Harry spoke quickly trying to gain control of his flared temper.

I crossed my arms waiting for him to continue as he began to pace back and forth in front of the door, stepping out of the way of a person who walked by trying to get into the waiting room

“I just got a phone call is all.”

“From who?”

“Tamsin.”

“Oh. What did she say?”My jaw must have visibly tensed. I could be wrong. I could be characterizing Tamsin all wrong, but something about her Rubs me the wrong way.

“Nothing important, that needs to be discussed right now. I just want to focus on one thing at a time.”

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*Harry’s POV*

“Okay.” Reagan agrees without pushing the matter and I’m glad for it. I can tell that she doesn’t care for Tamsin and she honestly has every right not to. I intend to tell her about everything that’s happened between Tamsin and I including the night she came to talk to me after work, what happened the day of the trial. I don’t want to keep anything else from Reagan or repeat our past mistakes, but right now I can only handle one headache per day.

I follow behind Reagan back into the waiting room littered with females and the odd male here and there and my knee starts to bounce out of nervous action. They’re all here for the same reasons. they either have a STD, are trying to get on birth control, trying to get pregnant, or are here for cheap pr-natal care. I read about it on my phone last night. I chuckle to myself and shake my head, thanking God that I don’t have an embarrassing STD and that we’re not here for that reason. One of the guys that are here can barely sit still in his seat and I’m sure its because his balls probably itch by the looks of him. I have to bite my cheeks to keep in my laughter and Reagan nudges me with her elbow, an obvious smile on her face from trying not to laugh as well.

“Harry don’t laugh at that man.”

“How do you know that’s what I was laughing at and not just something funny in my head?”

“Because, I know you.”

Reagan’s eyes glimmered as she looked at me and I never thought three words besides ‘I love you’ could sound so comforting and beautiful coming out of her mouth.

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An hour and a half must have passed before Reagan’s name was called. She had fallen asleep against my shoulder making it go numb and blocking the proper blood flow to my arm, but I stayed still for her regardless, moving stray strands of hair out of her face as I watched her nap peacefully against me; still so proud of her from earlier this morning. Reagan shifted after I’d shaken her shoulder. When she opened her eyes, I nodded toward the nurse that had called her name to go back.

Just as she was getting ready to stand, the pregnant and ready to pop bird that Reagan was talking to earlier was walking out, rubbing her huge and scary stomach like a genie would pop out at any moment prepared to grant her a wish.

“Good luck.” She speaks to Reagan before she leaves the building.

Glasses, smiles at her, but I can see the nerves behind it. I secretly thank preggers for her well wishes. She has no Idea how much we need ‘good luck’ this time around.

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*Reagan’s POV*

As I stand to follow the nurse back to the room Harry stays seated, looking at the hole in his jeans by his knees and poking at it with a curious expression on his face, as if he didn’t know how it got there.

“Come on. What are you doing?”

“I don’t think I’m allowed back there.”

I roll my eyes and grab his hand before I ask the nurse if it’s alright if Harry is there with me for support. She tells us yes and leads us towards the room, instructing me to sit on the small half bed to wait for the doctor. Harry sits in the chair next to the bed, but not for too long. Soon enough, he’s standing up looking through the drawers in the room reminding me of when he had to go to the hospital while I was shadowing him at Maudsley.

“Harry, just sit down and leave that stuff alone.”

H. grins back at me before opening the last drawer. His dimples show and I can feel my heart stutter in my chest.

“I need a plaster.”

“No you don’t. And in America they’re called band-aids.”

“Band-aid.” Harry mocked me in his valley girl accent while flipping me off and making me laugh. Before I knew it, he was standing in between my legs. When he kissed the corner of my mouth I almost lost the ability to breath. He rested his forehead against mine while chewing on his bottom lip.

As the door creaked open, the Doctor stepped into the room. Harry moved to stand next to me instead. She looked at her charts and then back to me, before she spoke. It seemed like she was going a mile a minute. Even though all she did was hand me two pregnancy tests like the ones I took at home and push me towards a bathroom to take them, telling me that if I got the same results as last time, then she would do an ultrasound. After I took the test and handed them over to the nurse, I was ushered back to the room where Harry stood looking at a model of a woman's diaphragm with both eyebrows raised in confusion.

“You took them?” H asks stepping away from the small model.

“Yes.”

“Are you scared?”.

“Yes. Are you?”

“Terrified… The only thing that's keeping me halfway sane right now is thinking that our kids would be perfect because they’ll have half of your genes and they would be coming from you… I’m not ready for kids Reagan.”

Harry's eyebrows furrowed as he went deep in thought. There was a pause of silence before I said anything back.

“Neither am I, but we're both in this together right?"

Harry walked up to me wrapping his arms around my waist. The creases between his brow smoothed out before he responded.

“Yes. Together. If the tests come out positive, give me a daughter that looks just like you.”

I was left speechless and in awe of the beautiful man that stands in front of me. I didn't want to be over emotional, but I could feel my eyes begin to water at his comment. Harry raised an eyebrow at me, no doubt preparing to ask me why I was tearing up when, a knock was heard on the door. Harry rolls his eyes before letting me go and sitting down in the chair again, bouncing his knee in anticipation.

“One positive, one negative. I’m going to give you an ultrasound and sort everything out.”

I took a deep calming breath, beyond frustrated that the tricks that my body was playing as I lied down on the bed with my shirt lifted. Harry’s eyebrows stayed in their ever furrowed position as he looked at the tiny monitor. This day has been a whirlwind of emotion already for me. I can only imagine what’s going on with Harry. His hand grasped mine as the doctor moved the cold gel and probe around on my stomach. Her eyes narrowed before she looked back at both of us.

“Hmm.”

“What is it?” Harry asked, speaking before I could.

“According to this, and it’s very hard to cheat the ultrasound machine, you’re not pregnant.”

Harry’s eyes widened with obvious joy as he squeezed my hand, looking down at me while trying to hide a smile. I smiled back up at him almost ready to leap off of the table in a fit of joy. Even though it was only a small portion of issues that was knocked off of our backs, we could finally breath a little easier.

Notes

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