t a y l o r

The next day, Harry stayed home and basically did everything. He's been like this since he found out he was going to be a father. First, he did the laundry; the darks, the whites, and the delicates, second, he cleaned the house; mopped, swept the floor, washed the walls - only our room and the living room - and moved the couches and the coffee table around, meaning he also moved the tv around.

"You know, I could've swept the second time." I pointed out, glancing at him while he took out a glass cup and heading over to the fridge; grabbing the jug of juice and pouring it.

"No, I wanted too. I want to get use of doing things for you – I mean, I already did but, we're starting a family of our own and..." Harry trailed off his sentence by taking a drink of his juice. I blinked a couple times at him and I gently leaned over the island.

"And I can't wait to start a family with you." I smiled softly at him as he looked at the ground then at me, giving me the same smile. He then walked over to me and gave me a gentle hug; a hug from behind. I brought my hand on his and turned around, a smile still on my face.

"I am so in love with you, Taylor." Harry whispered and brought his forehead on mine while a huge grin appears on my face.

"and I'm also in love with you, Harry." I mumbled quietly, adoring his face with my thumb moves back and forth on his cheek. We stood there for a moment until Harry leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, he put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer as we shared a kiss.

We kissed for a couple seconds until I remembered something, making me pull away gently and give Harry a small smile. "Should we have a surprise party for our friends or just tell them?" I looked at him concerned.

Harry thought about it and shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe we can have a small get-together? Just food, drinks - non-alcoholic of course. What do you think?" his forest green eyes looked into my ocean blue eyes for a moment.

A couple seconds pass by as I stroked his stubble cheek, meaning he haven't shaved in a while, I soon then nodded my head and brought my hand down to his chest. "Yeah, that sounds more pleasing." I say as I lowly chuckled. "When will that be?" I added as I tilted my head.

Harry thought about it - wow... a lot of thinking... "Whenever you want it to be." Making Harry shrug his shoulders and gave me a friendly smile. I smiled sweetly back at him and my eyes look down at his lips, like I want to kiss him once more.

"How about next week? Does that sound good?" I ask him and he nodded a few times making my smile turn into a grin. "Great, I'll tell them in a bit." Harry then did a nod and looked around, the stove then at me.

"Order in or want me to make my oh-so-famous chicken and penne with my sauce?" he said as I chuckled when she said oh-so-famous, he really meant it because when he first made it on our first date. I said to him it tasted like it was made in a fancy hotel and costed a lot. Yeah, it's that good. The sauce with the good amount of spices, the penne is nicely al danté, and oh man, the chicken is so tender and juicy. Best, meal, ever.

I quickly nodded my head as I heard the second suggestion. "The best and most expensive meal I've ever tasted please." I grinned and tilted my chin up, joking at what I said which made him smile bigger.

"Coming right up," he said as he chuckled a bit. He then let go of me and started getting the pot from under the counter then filling it up with water and adding a pinch of salt to it. I watched him as I went towards the table, sitting down and holding my stomach. I can't believe I'm pregnant with the guy I loved, I remember seeing him for the first time on that stage back in 2011. Remember that memory made me smile... We were so young back then and now here we are.. Having a baby together.

Time flies so fast.

As I heard Harry put in the penne noodles, I get out of the zone. My mind then goes to which gender the baby will be.. boy, girl, boy, girl...

"What do you think the gender of the baby will be?" I asked Harry, I heard Harry stop stirring the pasta in the pot. He looked over at me and a genuine smile took over.

"If it's a girl, I'd spoil the crap out of her. Daddy's little girl. And if it's a boy, I'd still spoil the crap of him." Harry said as he turned back and turned the dial on the stove to a low setting, walking over to me and kneeling down, my stomach in front of him; even though the baby is a size of an orange seed. "What do you think babe?" he asked, looking up at me.

I hummed as I thought what gender our baby is. I bit my bottom lip and my hands go over my stomach, closing my eyes. "I think..." I say and picture a little girl running around the house, causing me to smile. "A little girl." I open my eyes back up, looking over at him again. Harry smiled and brought his hand on top of mine.

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an: I'm already working on the second book oml. ahah but anyways, I'm back and writing stories on here!!! I've somehow got lost into reading fanfiction like, I haven't really been writing my stories like I used too and now I am so yay!! I'm actually getting better with writing my stories. I've learned so much from when I started (back in 2012 - which is cringe-worthy lmao) and ta-da! back and better than ever!!!

-C xx