I just got back from a somewhat long day at work. I am exhausted; all I wanted right now was to relax with my husband. These past few months, I have grown a lot bigger since I found out that I was expecting. In the beginning, when we first found out, Harry freaked out a bit but soon after, he was so happy and excited that he is soon going to be a father. He is sure pretty lucky since he isn’t the one who has to carry a baby.

My feet were slowly beginning to swell a bit. I let out a sigh as the ding went off in the elevator. I am glad that I was so close to being able to lie down and relax with my man. I slowly make my way to the door of our flat. After I reach in my purse and pull out my key, I stick it in the lock and push the door open once I unlock the door.

I shut the door behind me and lock it in to place before I make my way to the living room. Harry wasn’t in there, so he was either in our room or in the kitchen. I kick my shoes off by the door. I let out a sigh of relief; I was so glad I can finally relax. The cool wood floors felt good on the bottom of my feet.

“Harold?” I call out for him.

“In the kitchen, love!” he calls back.

I set my purse down on the couch in the living room and put my keys on the hook near the door before I head in to the kitchen. Harry stood in the kitchen at the stove with his apron on that said Hazza’s – Keep Paws Off! in big bold lettering. He was shirtless, just like the first time I saw him in that apron. He was stirring something and it smelt good. I feel my lips curve up in to a smile.

“There’s my beautiful wife! How was work, love?” he asks as he sets the spoon down and comes over, wrapping his strong arms around my waist and pressing a kiss to my lips.

“Good, just tiring since I was on my feet the whole time,” I tell him and wrap my arms around his torso as best I could.

“I’m sure your day was much better than mine, babe,” I mutter against the bare skin of his neck.

“It was alright, the boys and I were at the studio discussing things about the new album, and then we had the rest of the day off, so I decided to make us dinner,” he says with a small smile.

“You go lay down for a bit love, I’ll call you down when dinner’s ready,” he presses a soft kiss to my forehead and moves one of his hands to rest on my belly.

“I love you, baby, and your mommy so unbelievably much. I can’t wait for you to come in to this world so I can spoil you,” he says as he crouches down and speaks to my ever so rapidly growing stomach. He lifts up my shirt to expose my growing belly and presses a few kisses on my baby bump.

I let out a light laugh and give him a peck on the lips before I turn and make my way out of the kitchen and toward the stairs. After a few minutes, I finally make it to the top of the stairs. Right now, I wanted nothing more than to pass out and take a nap.

I let out a sigh of relief when I finally make it in to our bedroom. Call me crazy, but the bed was seriously calling my name right now. All I wanted to was to take a nap because I was exhausted from today; it wore me out; especially because of the weight I’ve gained already due to the pregnancy and how much my feet are beginning to hurt and swell. I lie down on our bed and shut my eyes, surprised at how fast I fell asleep.



I move a bit and stretch my tired limbs. My arms were hurting so I must have slept a weird way. I slowly open my eyes and glance over my shoulder a bit to see Harry beside me with his arm wrapped around my middle as best as he could. I roll over so I was facing him.

“Hi love. Did you sleep good?” he asks and leans down to press a sweet kiss to my forehead. I nod under his warm touch and look up in to his green eyes that were staring back in to my blue-gray eyes.

“I put the leftovers of the pasta in the fridge since I knew you’d probably be out for a while, babe,” he smiles at me.

“Thank you, love,” I tell him as I lean up and give him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“You’re welcome, beautiful,” he says as he pushes some of my hair off of my face that fell over my eyes.

He stares at me with a look of love and compassion in his eyes as he cups my face in his hands. I smile as he leans in and presses his lips against mine in a sweet kiss. We pull away a few minutes later.

“Can we w-watch a movie?” I ask as I sit up a bit quickly.

He nods his head in response as I get off the bed and make my way in to the bathroom. I clutch on the edges of the porcelain bowl as I empty the contents of my stomach in to the toilet. After I wipe my mouth off with a clean hand towel, I brush my teeth and gargle some Listerine mouth wash before I spit it out and wipe my mouth with the hand towel. Before I make my way back in to the bedroom, I toss both of the hand towels in to the hamper.

“Are you alright babe?” Harry asks as he stood in the doorway looking at me.

“I’m fine, Haz, I’m sure it’s just because I haven’t eaten since I got home, I might go heat up some of the leftovers you made before we watch the movie,” I tell him with a small smile as he moves his hands to rest on my growing belly.

“You should, you need to, love, this baby needs to be healthy, just like her momma,” Harry says with a smile and leans over as he kisses my cheek before I begin to make my way down the stairs.

“I will, babe,” I tell him with a light chuckle as I walk down the hall way to the staircase.

As I begin my descend down the stairs, I feel Harry wrap one of his arms around my waist because he is beginning to become a bit more worried since I found out. He is just being the same old Harry I know and love, just a bit more on edge since I’m carrying such precious cargo; our baby.

“I’ll go pick out a movie, while you get your food, love,” Harry says as I feel him pull me closer to him. I smile and nod at him in response.

“Sounds good to me, Haz,” I peck his lips as he turns and begins to walk in to the living room. I slowly make my way in to the kitchen and over to the fridge so I can heat up my food.

“Harry, which container did you put it in?” I call out to him a bit louder than I intended to. Glancing up, I notice him poke his head to the doorway of the kitchen.

“It’s on the middle shelf in the red one, the sauce is right next to it, I think, babe,” he says as he holds up a few movies, waiting for me to pick one.

“Okay,” I say as I reach in and pull out the two containers he was talking about.

“What movie do you want to watch, Sam?” he asks as he looks at each of the movies he was holding. He was holding up Love, Actually, Titanic, and Captain America.

I look up to meet his gaze. “Nice selections of movies, babe,” I mutter with a laugh.

“Or A Walk to Remember, since you love that movie so much,” he says.

“Titanic?” I question with a smile. He nods with a smile and goes back in to the living room.

After I put the pasta on a plate I took from the dish washer, I heat it up along with the sauce I put over it. I loved the fact that Harry can cook; he can make a pretty damn good pasta dish. It’s amazing. It takes me a few minutes especially since I am starting to get bigger every day.

I grab my plate of food along with a bottle of water I take out from the fridge before I head in to the living room, with the fork on my plate I stirred my pasta with. I take a seat on the couch next as Harry plops down beside me from putting the disc in the DVD player. I begin to eat my food as the movie begins to play. Titanic is one of my all-time favorite movies.

After I finish eating the rest of the pasta, I set my plate on the coffee table and grab my almost full water bottle. I take a long drink before I set it back on the coffee table beside the plate. Harry wraps his arms around me as he holds me close while we watch the movie. I was happy right now, this is all I wanted, relaxing with the love of my life watching my favorite movie. How much better can this get?

Notes

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