Eve POV

I sit in the doctors office on Tuesday, nervous as always. Harry is with me this appointment which I thought was nice.

His hand holds mine as Doctor Brooks checks out the baby. My eyes stare up at the white ceiling that is tiled and my teeth graze over my bottom lip.

"The baby is perfectly healthy," She tells me, causing me to smile. "I do see the sex," She adds, causing my to heart begin to race. "Would you like to know or wait?"

I look to Harry who nods saying he wants to know. "Can we know?" I ask the doctor.

"Of course," A friendly smile goes on her pink lips. "You're having a girl, congratulations,"

I look to Harry who has a straight face now. The smile that was once rested on his lips is gone and my eyes burn with tears.

"A girl?" I ask, clarifying.

"Yep," She turns the screen to face me. The doctor shows me the baby. She's grown a lot from when I last saw her on the monitor thing. "Would you like me to print out some photos?"

"Yes," I say with a gentle grin. She nods. Before she leaves, Dr. Brooks wipes the gel off of my stomach.

Once the door closes I sit up and look my boyfriend. Silence is in the room making me nervous.

"So, we're having a girl," I say, breaking the silence that makes me sad.

"Yep," Harry says while looking up at me. My eyes look to my lap and I start crying. "Why are you crying?" He asks while standing up and hugging me.

"Because I can tell you're not excited anymore," I say through tears.

"No," He says. "I'm still excited, okay? I'm just shocked," His fingers run through my hair and his lips touch my skin.

"Are you sure?" I ask through a hiccup.

"Yes," He pulls away from me and wipes the tears leaving my eyes. His forehead presses against mine and his hands cup my cheeks.

My breaths go back to normal and I swallow the lump on my throat. "Are you still excited about being a Dad?" I ask him timidly.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Harry asks me.

"Because we're having a girl now and," I pause, not wanting to make him get sad by what I wanted to say. Harry knows what I'm hinting at, and kisses my forehead then my cheek. "I'll still very much love this baby as I would if it was a boy, okay? I'm fine."

"You promise?"

"I promise," Harry kisses me. "Now, go back to the happy tears, I don't like the sad ones," I laugh at his sentence and wipe my damp eyes.

His arms hug me tightly. My head nuzzles against his chest and I close my eyes for a few moments.

***

It still hasn't hit me that I'm going to have a daughter.

Me, Eve Collins is having a daughter.

I'm more nervous now. I wanted a son because I know more about boys than girls. I've seen my Dad raise three boys and it would be easier on Harry too.

I'm on the couch with Harry currently. He's on his phone doing emails as always. Max is on my feet with his bone.

"Harry?" I say.

"Yeah?" His eyes are still on his phone. I open my mouth to speak but close it.

"Never mind," I murmur. I look back to the TV and play with my fingers that are on my lap.

He doesn't argue me changing my mind. I glance to my boyfriend who has knotted eyebrows and is typing quickly on his phone. "Why aren't you asking me if I'm sure?" I ask.

"Sure about?" Harry asks. I shrug and lean back.

"I wanted to talk but said never mind and you didn't argue with me,"

"You change your mind a lot, Eve. I assumed it was one of those times you were sure,"

"The other times it was about me asking for you to get me food," I say. "Not if I wanted to talk,"

"Okay, so talk," His eyes are still on his phone.

"You aren't even looking at me," I mention.

"I'm multitasking," Harry says causally while continuing to type. I frown and look to the TV. "Why aren't you talking?"

"Because I don't want to be a task," I say through a murmur. He shrugs.

"I have to work Eve. I didn't go to work so I could go to the doctors with you,"

"I didn't ask you to stay home," I say.

"Yeah, but I wanted to know the gender,"

"But I want to talk and you're not even paying attention," I say.

"You're always talking, Eve. And I always pay attention," My eyes sting with tears now.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.

"You talk about lately. Like you say things aloud that should be in your head. 'Where did I put my shoes? I left them in the closet. They're not in the closet. Where did I put them?'" Harry mimics making my eyes water.

I look down to my lap and frown. I try to push the tears away but that causes them to leave my eyes. "Why are you crying now?"

"Because you're an asshole," I say.

"I'm just saying the truth," He says casually.

"So am I," I stand up slowly and walk away.

I head to the kitchen and start cleaning. I turn on the sink and I start adding soap to the dirty dishes.

Harry enters the kitchen and I hear him huff. "Why are you doing the dishes? Rose is coming in an hour to clean,"

"Because I clean when I'm sad, mad, or whatever I'm feeling," I say.

"There is no reason to be sad, mad, or whatever you're feeling," Harry says while turning off the sink. "I pay someone to clean for a reason, Eve,"

"This is the only way I let out my anxiety and you're stopping me," I turn back on the sink and continue.

"Don't pull that card," Harry says. "You hardly clean anymore,"

"I'd rather not cry in bed so,"

"It's just a fact that you talk a lot sometimes," He says. "I didn't mean for it to be hurtful,"

"It still was," I say sharply. "And it doesn't help that you never pay attention to me,"

"Never?" Harry scoffs with wide eyes. "People could consider me clingy for how much attention I give you,"

"I needed to get something off my chest and you were in your phone typing,"

"I was doing emails, Eve," Harry replies.

"You're always doing emails," I say.

"You like the house we live in, right?" He asks. "All of what we have is because I do the stupid emails at home,"

"Not all that we have," I say timidly.

"Name something then," He comes up with.

"I payed half for most of everything," I say.

"Doesn't count," Harry tells me.

"Why not?"

"Because I paid for those things initially by myself before you paid half,"

It still counts to me.

"Okay? What's the point of throwing in my face that I live off of you again?" I ask.

"I'm not throwing in your face anything," He quickly says. "I'm just saying me doing emails at home shouldn't be a big deal because I'm always giving you attention. The one time I'm not you're pissy,"

"Because I needed to talk, okay?" Tears are clouding my eyes. "You always say if I need to talk to come to you and I was trying too," I say.

"You could've still talked to me," Harry says. "Or you could've waited until I was done with what I needed to do," I look back to the sink that I turned off. I bite my lower lip. "Now talk,"

"No, go back to doing whatever you were doing, I'll be fine," I say in a low voice.

"Eve-"

"It's nothing important, forget it," I say. "I'll be taking a nap if you need me," I leave the kitchen and head upstairs.

I go up the stairs slowly. My back is starting to hurt me more from the baby and how heavy she's getting.

I lay down in bed. I would lay on my side but that hurts now. I get uncomfortable very easily sleeping on my side so I sleep on my back, which I fucking hate.

I see Harry enter our room a few moments later making me huff. I close my eyes and move my head to the side.

I would usually go on my side to not face him but I can't.

I feel Harry's hand rest on mine and his head rest against mine. "I don't want a pity cuddle," I say to my boyfriend.

"It's not a pity cuddle," He says while moving his arm over me. "I'm sorry for seeming uninterested in what you wanted to talk to me about. I thought I wasn't about something serious, if it was I wouldn't have kept typing,"

"Do I really smother you?" I ask while looking at him.

"I never said you do," Harry tells me.

"But you said other people would consider you clingy," I say.

"Before you got pregnant you weren't as needy as you are now, if you get what I'm saying. Needy as in talk to me, hug me, be with me, type of thing,"

"So I'm clingy?" I ask.

"Not on purpose. When I go out you don't bother me. You never text me asking when I'm coming home or if I'm almost done, so you let me be. At home you do that sometimes," I frown at his words.

"I never wanted to be the clingy type,"

"I wouldn't say clingy to describe you," He tells me. "And I don't mind giving you the attention you want because it makes you happy and I don't like seeing you sad,"

"What if I don't back to be non clingy? Would you be annoyed with me?"

"No, I would still be madly in love with you," Harry leans over and kisses me.

"I feel like I'm too much now," I admit. "I never wanted to be so needy as I am now,"

"It's like two people wanting attention, put it that way, okay? Eve, I'm not saying you're annoying, you're far from,"

"Okay," I murmur.

"What did you want to talk to me about earlier?" Harry asks, his fingers stroke my hand that's rests on my stomach.

I glance to him and see his eyes are on me. "What if she doesn't like me?" I ask.

"Our daughter?" He asks, I nod. "Why wouldn't she like you?"

"I don't know," I say.

"I think you're going to be an amazing Mom,"

"What if I let her down?" I ask my boyfriend. His head tilts at me and his eyes soften. "I'm just scared that she'll want a different Mom," I say.

"I highly doubt that Eve," Harry tells me. "You're an amazing person who will be the best Mom,"

"Times like this I wish I had a Mom, you know?" My eyes glance back to him. "I don't know anything about breast feeding or what a child needs. And I'm supposed to share these things with my Mom," My eyes sting with more tears.

Harry nuzzles his head into me and he kisses my cheek. "You're going to be an amazing parent, Eve,"

"You have to say that though," I say causing him to chuckle. "Plus, you've been through this before and you kind of know what you're doing,"

"Every baby is different," He tells me. "So this is new to me because this is our baby. Our first baby, so it's as new to me as it is to you," I look Harry with soft eyes. I lean in and kiss his lips. I rest my head on his chest and close my eyes.

"I'm sorry for being a worry wort," I mumble.

"It's normal to be one," His fingers lace with mine. My eyes look into his, and they're still gentle looking but calm.

"How are you doing?" I ask.

"I'm swell," His head moves closer to mine.

"If you need to talk about you know, things, I'm here," I say.

"Okay," His lips touch mine. "I love you,"

"I love you too," I say. He grins at me a little and kisses me again.

"Eve?"

"Yes?"

"I hope you know that you mean a lot to me," He says. His voice sounds soft.

"You mean a lot to me too," I say. His green eyes meet mine and he smiles softly. The shadows of his dimples rest on his semi rosy cheeks. "I'm going to take my nap now, I was serious about that," I say causing Harry to snicker. 

His arm drapes over my body and his lips kiss my cheek. 

A://N

hiiii

so i picked out a name already but feel free to leave suggestions, i can change it if a name sticks out that i like (i wrote 5 chapters in advanced) 

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~lauren