Eve POV

It's Saturday now and Harry and I are lounging around the hotel.

There is a snow storm going on outside so we can't go anywhere, if we wanted to that is.

I'm in bed watching TV. Harry is beside me scrolling through his phone and typing at times. I assume he's doing emails or replying to texts from work.

"Liam invited us over for dinner next weekend," My boyfriend says while looking over at me.

"Okay," I say. I like Sophia. I do consider her one of my friends. We talk a lot at the foster centre and we text sometimes.

This Tuesday is when I will be three months pregnant. I try to focus on how I've been pregnant for a whole month and did not know.

I'm scared telling my family, if I'm being honest. All of my brothers have had their kids when they were married. But my Dad has no room to judge because he's not married to Zoe and he has Lexi.

I'll focus on that later.

Harry and I haven't talked about the baby or anything related to my pregnancy. There isn't much to talk about, if my being honest. I can't feel the baby kick, because I'm not that far along, so nothing exciting is happening there.

"Harry?" I ask. My voice is low.

"Yes?" He looks over at me. He locks his phone and runs his hand through his curls.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yes," He answers causally.

"And you promise you'll answer truthfully?"

"I promise I'll answer truthfully," He repeats with a low chuckle.

"Are you staying with me cause you feel bad? Or do you actually want to be a Dad again?" I ask timidly. His green eyes turn soft and his head tilts at me.

"Why are you asking me this?" 

"Because I don't want you to stay with me because you feel obligated too. I want you to want to be a Dad," I say. I bite my lip after I speak and wait for him to answer.

"I don't feel obligated to stay," Harry answers causing my head to tilt. "Why do you look disappointed by my answer? Do you want me to say I feel obligated?" 

"No," I say. "I just get this feeling that you're only with me now because you feel bad or something," I say.

"I wouldn't be with you still if I didn't want to be part of the baby's life. I just have to work out my issues, which I'm doing," 

"Okay," I say. His hand rests on mine and his lips kiss my cheek. 

"Do I come off like I don't want to be with you anymore?" He asks me.

"No, I just don't want you to be distant with me," I say honestly.

"I'll try not to be. I just need to sort stuff out," He tells me.

"If you need to talk to me, you can. I don't want you to feel like you have to keep it in and wait for your therapy appointment," I mention with a gentle smile. 

"Okay," His eyes look into mine. "How are you feeling?" 

"Fine," I say. "You?"

"Fine," Harry says. "When are we um, planning on telling people?" 

"I was thinking four months. I can still have a miscarriage at three months," I say. 

"Okay," He nods. "When's your next appointment?"

"When I'm four months so sometime in April," I answer. Harry nods again.

Silence falls between us and all you hear is the TV. My hands rest on my lap and my eyes glance to the television. Doug jumps onto the mattress and sits by Harry's feet. 

"How do think your Dad will react?" I hear Harry ask me.

"I don't know," I say. "Hopefully well," I murmur. "Is your Mom going to be involved in the uh, babies life?" I ask.

Harry remains silent and his eyes stare forward. "If you want her to be," He answers in a low tone.

"Is there more to why you don't like her? Or is it just because she kicked you out when you were eighteen?" I ask.

"Because she kicked me out," His answer is delayed. 

"Do you ever think about forgiving her?" His green eyes look at me. It's that look that I'm used to getting. "Sorry, I'm overstepping again," I say in a murmur.

"I just don't have an urge to have a relationship with her," Harry says casually.

"Oh, okay," I don't want to become pushy again. 

"Do you want our kid to have a relationship with her?" He asks me.

"It's your Mom, it's up to you," I say.

"Eve, just answer the question," His voice is the same, which is semi calm but low.

"Yeah, I would like him or her to know your Mom," I answer. "And Gemma, but that's up to you," 

"Okay," Harry says. 

That's all he says.

"That's it? Okay?" 

"Yeah, he or she can know them then," His eyes look back to the TV.

Times like this I feel like strangling him. Why can't he just tell me what he wants and what he doesn't? It will make it easier on me because I don't have to keep asking. 

I want to know Gemma more and Anne. They're both really kind and seem loving. When I met them, you know, the two times, they weren't rude to me or to Harry even. If anything, Harry acts like the fucking asshole when he's with them. If I knew why he doesn't like them, I could be more understanding.

But he won't tell me anything besides his Mom is a "cunt" and his sister is "annoying". He makes me annoyed sometimes. And I don't want to be pushy and force him to hangout with his family. 

"Harry?" 

"Yes?" His voice remains the same.

"Can you please tell me why you dislike your family," I ask again.

"I told you Eve,"

"How does Gemma have to do with that?" I ask. He remains silent.

"She's just annoying," I roll my eyes at his answer

"K," I say. 

"K," He repeats. "Anything else you want me to repeat?" My eyes dart to Harry who has an annoyed face. His eyes look tense and so does his face.

"I wish I knew another language," I say out loud causing a confused look to go on his face. His eyebrows knot at what I just said.

"Why?" He asks.

"So I can curse at you," His eyebrow raises at my words. Harry is still looking at me with a scowling look.

"You're rude today," My boyfriend says.

"Speak for yourself," I mumble.

"Stop asking me the same questions and I won't be rude," 

"Stop giving me the same answers to the same questions I ask," I say.

"What else should I say Eve?" 

"The truth would be nice," 

He huffs and I bite down on my jaw. "I am saying the truth. If there were more I would say it, okay?" 

"K," I answer.

"You're acting like a child," I scoff.

"I am?" I ask. "You're the one with a pissy face and is acting like an ass," 

"I'm not acting like an ass. You keep asking me the same fucking questions," I mumble stuff under my breath and look to the TV. "Is this how you're going to be acting the next seven months?" 

"I don't know, I guess you'll have to see," I say.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry asks me. His voice raising.

"You'll have to see as the months go on," I raise my voice back. "Jeez," 

"Jeez," He mimics.

"You need a fucking snickers bar," I say.

"Why?" His eyebrows furrow.

"Cause you're not you when you're hungry," His face remains plain. "That was funny, c'mon," 

"You're the one who needs a snickers bar," Harry grumbles.

"How did that offend you?" I ask.

"Because you're saying I'm in a mood," He says.

I swear he's on his man period. "Do you need a tampon?" I say humorously. His eyes roll at my comment.

"No, do you?" 

"Obviously not. Unless I have a miscarriage," 

"What the fuck Eve? Stop," 

"I'm joking damn," I mumble. 

"That's not even funny, stop with the miscarriage jokes," 

"It's the second one I've ever made," I say.

"And they're not funny, so stop saying them," 

"I'm a funny person,"

"Okay, and I'm batman," 

"You could. You're rich enough so you could be Bruce Wayne." Harry lets out a shrug and keeps looking at the TV. "Is your left leg Thanksgiving and your right leg Christmas? Cause I'd like to visit in between the holiday's," I say. I chuckle at my own corny joke. Harry slowly looks at me. "That one was funny," 

"Please stop talking Eve," I roll my eyes at his comment and cross my arms.

"What do you call a fake noodle?" I ask. He doesn't respond. "Impasta," 

"Your jokes make me sad," 

"What does the vegetable wear the beach? A zucchini," Harry gives me a stare. "These are comical jokes," 

"I will pay you to stop talking," 

"What do you get when you cross a vampire and a snowman?" Harry doesn't answer again. "Frostbite," 

"Is this what you do in your spare time? Look up terrible jokes?" 

"No," I say. "When a clock is hungry it goes back for seconds," 

"Eve, please, stop." Harry repeats with a shrug.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?" I ask my boyfriend.

"Yes," His eyes are still on the TV.

"Okay," I murmur. I get out of bed and grab my hoodie that's on the floor. I'm cold and the apartment is like sixty degrees for some reason.

I head downstairs and sit on the couch in the living room. I pull the sleeves of my hoodie down to cover my cold hands and I let out a deep breath.

Harry's an asshole today.

A://N

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