May POV {2 and 1/2 months later}

Harry might hate me.

Key word might.

"M-Mommy he's so cute!" Finn says while holding the micro pig.

Now, this is a funny story.

I was walking into Walmart, which I hardly ever do. Now I know why.

And this one lady was selling her micro pig. If she didn't sell him, he would die. I already felt bad that they messed with his genetics to make him small and I didn't want him to die.

So I bought him.

He was only 100 dollars. I paid with cash.

I hope Harry's not mad when he comes back from work. If he is I can blame my pregnancy.

"Can we n-name him BJ?" My face heats. "B-Baxter junior."

"Uh, sure yeah." I say with a chuckle.

Finn kisses the pigs head and smiles.

"May!" I hear Harry's voice shout from downstairs.

"I'll go talk to Daddy." I say to Finn who nods.

I stand up and walk downstairs.

"Hi." I say with a smile. He pecks my lips.

"I picked up Chinese. I wasn't in the mood to cook." I nod. I still smile. "Oh god, what did you do?"

"What do you mean?"

BJ runs down the steps. Finn follows and picks him up.

Harry's eyes look at me. They're scowling. "You bought a pig?"

"Micro pig." He remains silent.

"We're not keeping it."

"It's a him." I add.

"His name is BJ." Finn adds. "Please D-Daddy. Can we keep him?"

"I like bacon. I don't want to own a pig. This will make me feel guilty." He sighs. "Finn can you give your Mom and I a minute?" He nods and goes upstairs.

"Explain." Harry tells me.

"I went to Walmart for toothpaste and this one lady was selling her micro pig. If she didn't sell him, he would die. And I didn't want him to die. He's so cute."

"Didn't I tell you not to go shopping alone now?" Harry asks. "Last week you bought tiles for the kitchen and forgot why you did." My eyes scowl. "The lady only said he would die because she wants to get rid of him." Harry tells me. "She tricked you."

"She did not." I argue. "Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I can't think."

"We're going to raise another baby soon. We have Baxter still, and Finn. We can't raise a micro pig."

"He can only live up to 5 years." I add. "He's 2 already and I want him to have the best life as possible." My eyes well up and Harry tilts his head at me.

"Are you actually going to cry?"

"I'm pregnant leave me alone."

"We're not naming him after blow job."

"Finn named him." I mention. "It's supposed to be Baxter Junior." Harry shrugs. "I'll give you one later."

"A bj?" He asks. I nod. His eyes meet mine. I smile and kiss him.

"Thank you." I say.

"I totally know you pulled the pregnancy card on me." Harry says making me laugh.

"You're getting your dick sucked later don't complain." I whisper.

"Do not have the pig on our furniture. It sleeps outside." I frown.

"No, he needs love." His green eyes are scowling at me. "BJ needs love."

"I can't take that name seriously."

"It's a funny name for us. It's a nice name for Finn though." I say.

"No more animals then." Harry says.

"Dogs or do you mean like farm animals?"

"Both." I frown.

"But I want to adopt a dog." I say. "They need homes and love."

"May, you're pregnant. Let's just worry about the baby inside of you."

"But my mind is on all the innocent dogs in shelters that need homes. We have a big home that can hold them." I say.

"It's for the best now. In 3 years we can get another dog because the pig will be dead."

"Don't say that." I nudge him.

Finn walks downstairs. "A-Are we keeping him?"

"Yes." I say. "Keep him in your room." I add.

"Okay. Thank-Thank you Daddy."

"Uhuh. Go to the dining room. I bought dinner." He nods and walks away, he's still holding BJ.

Harry turns and looks at me. "I expect my BJ after dinner." My eyes narrow at him. He leans in and kisses me then walks away.

Tomorrow we find out the gender of the baby. I'm nervous yet excited.

I want a girl but then I don't. Another boy would be cute as well.

Overall I don't mind the gender.

***

It's the next morning and all of us are sitting at the dining room table.

"You had to make bacon today?" I ask my husband who is grinning.

"Why not?" He eats a piece.

What makes Harry and I freeze is what Finn does.

He gives a piece of bacon to the pig.

My eyes widen and I feel like laughing. My hand goes over my mouth to refrain a chuckle.

"He likes t-the bacon." Finn says while looking back to us. "What?"

"Do you know what bacon is made out of?" Harry asks.

"G-Grandma used to s-say all food i-is made out of l-love." I smile.

"Well yes. But bacon is a meat that comes from an animal. Do you know which one?"

"A c-chicken?"

"No." Harry replies.

"Uh, then what?" Finn asks.

"Pig."

Finn's face flushes then heats.

"B-But BJ likes his bacon." Our son frowns. "He's eating h-his people? I gave h-him 4 pieces."

I didn't see him give the pig the other 3, shit.

"Kind of." Harry sips his coffee.

"Is he going to die?"

"In 3 years, yes." I kick my husband under the table. "A couple pieces of bacon won't kill him bud."

"If it does ca-can we put him n-next t-to G-Grandma so sh-she isn't lonely?" My eyes sting and my heart swells.

"Sounds like a plan." Harry kisses the top of Finn's head.

***

Our appointment is at 3 it's 2 now so we have some time.

Harry and I sit on our mattress and talk. "Can I ask you something?" I ask him.

"Yes." He moves closer to me.

"You don't care that Finn has a stutter, right?" Harry's green eyes meet mine.

"Of course not. Why would I?"

"I was just asking." I admit.

"That's just him. We can always get him speech therapy like you did later in life."

"What if we do put him in speech therapy and he thinks the stutter is something bad?" I ask. "I don't want him to think the stutter isn't good thing to have and it needs to be fixed."

"He's a happy little boy now. That's all that matters. I've never heard him complain about it, so we'll see." Harry tells me.

"What if he gets bullied like how I was for it?" I ask. My eyes turn sad. Harry tilts his head at me. "That would break my heart."

"Unless Karen magically goes back to high school I don't think he will. I know bullies are still out there but we just have to believe that things are different now in schools." His hands hold mine.

"Okay." I murmur. "What if our new baby has a stutter?" I ask.

"I'd still love him or her. I don't hold your stutter over you. Your biologically dad has a slight one. You had one. Finn has one. This baby might have one. I don't care."

"Okay." Harry pecks my lip. "My hormones are messing me up."

"I know. You bought 200 dollars worth of kitchen tiles." I laugh.

A://N

Boy or girl???

Comment goal: 50? That would be cool (:

~Lauren