Quinn POV

"What?" Harry says moving a bit to look at me. I sit up and look at my boyfriend who looks confused to what I said.

"I want a baby." I repeat.

"What do you mean? Like now?" His eyebrows furrow as he asks me.

"Not right now, but soon," I say, clarifying. "What are your thoughts on that?" I ask.

"I mean," He says, still shocked by the sudden change in topic and how this conversation is taking a turn to a soon to be argument I feel like. "Can we talk about this when we get home?" He asks.

I shift uncomfortably on the couch and sit up straighter. "Sure." I mumble.

"I just want to talk about this in private Quinn." He says to me.

"Okay." I say, pulling off a fake smile.

We'll see if we actually talk about this at home.

***

We get home around one a.m. There was some traffic on the way back, but luckily Jamie slept through the whole car ride and when he laid down on his bed he fell back asleep.

Harry and I are sitting in bed now, and there is still no mention of the topic that's been on my mind the past few months. The bedroom is dark and we're both just laying in bed. I'm growing uncomfortable and annoyed by him not mentioning it and totally brushing it off.

I feel his arm go around my body, pulling me closer towards his body. "I'm not in the mood to cuddle." I say, moving out of his grasp.

"Quinn--" I cut him off.

"You said we'd talk about it when we get home." I bring up, rolling my eyes at the fact that he's acting like this.

"It's late." He speaks.

"And? Why can't we just talk about it?" I ask curiously.

"Because I get stressed easily." Harry answers.

"That's stressful about me saying I want a baby?" I ask, turning on the lamp and looking at him. He sits up and runs his hand through his curls.

"We have a two bedroom house, so we'd have to move into a bigger place. We were talking about getting a dog and now you want a baby. That's a lot of stress, not to mention who knows if the puppy we get likes kids. I thought we wanted to wait to have kids." Harry explains.

"I want one though," I say. "What's wrong with getting a house and moving out of the condo? I'll be pregnant for nine months so our possible dog would get used to Jamie first and we'll see how that goes. And I might not conceive fast so we can still get the dog."

"Why do you want one Quinn?"

"Do you not want to have kids with me?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Of course I do, this is just all so random." He says, tugging his hand through his hair.

"So? I don't see the issue." I say honestly.

"I want to wait, that's all." Harry says.

"Wait for what?" I ask, getting annoyed by his discrete answers.

"I want to wait at least till we're married," He tells me. "Then I want to the house, then the kids."

"So I have to wait till you're ready to propose in ten years?" I remark, raising my voice a bit.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry asks, raising his voice back at me.

"I know you have no intent on marrying me anytime soon, and when it comes down to me you want to do it the proper way when I just want a child of my own." I say, snapping at the boy sitting across of me.

"Oh, I'm sorry that I don't want to fuck up our future together and rather not bring another child into this world with parents who are only dating and live in a two bedroom house. Yeah, I'm the bad guy." Harry says, scoffing.

"Forget I brought it up." I say, rolling my eyes as I turn off the lamp and laying back down away from him. My back his facing Harry and my eyes are on the bathroom door that is shut.

Harry turns on his lamp and continues to speak. "No, you're the one who wanted to talk about this now. So we're talking about it."

I remain silent and just stare straight at the white door. I don't want to argue now, or even fight at all about a baby. "Quinn." He says.

"That's my name." I say sarcastically.

"Can you at least see where I'm coming from?" He asks, sighing loudly.

"Can you at least see where I'm coming from?" I remark.

"Yes, but I'm not going to just propose to you now because you want a baby." Harry tells me.

"I don't even want a wedding." I say.

"That's bullshit you act like I know you haven't planned it since high school." He says, scoffing at me. I roll my eyes at his words and just pull the blankets up to my shoulders.

"I don't need one though." I say, changing up my sentence.

"You'd regret it." Harry says.

"Not if I get a baby out of it." I say honestly.

"Why do you want one so bad? Jesus, have you had baby fever for months or something and decided to spring it up on me now?"

"Because I want a child, is that so fucking bad?" I ask, sitting up and facing him. "I'm financially stable, I've been in a relationship for years, and I want to be a Mom. How's that so bad for me to want? Please tell me. I want to have a toddler running around that's part me, and rely's on me, and needs me."

"Can we wait a year?" Harry asks, making me sigh. "Please Quinn. At least a year."

"Why a year?" I ask furrowing my eyebrows.

"Quinn, a year. Okay?" He says, deepening his voice. I keep silent and lay back down.

The room turns dark and I hear him mumble something under his breath. "I can't even get a chance to propose."

My face heats by his words, but I don't say anything. I just keep silent and force myself to fall asleep.

***

I wake up to the sun burning down on my face and my body half off the mattress.

I sit up automatically and look at the clock. It's nine a.m. I'm late for a meeting, shit.

I rush out of bed, and head to the shower. I call my PA and tell her I'm getting ready and she pushes off the meeting till one a.m so everyone can get lunch, which I'm thankful for, I can get ready without rushing.

Once I'm showered, changed for work, I realize Harry isn't in bed. My heart pinches a bit by how I woke up without him, but I soon hear noise downstairs. I walk downstairs and hear Jamie giggling.

I slowly walk into the living room and see Wendy holding James with a smile. He's sitting on her lap with a huge grin and dimples on her cheeks. Harry is sitting beside him and just looking at them makes me sad.

I don't interrupt them, I just walk into the kitchen and make coffee for work. I'll leave early and sketch designs for whatever I'm working on, or what I want to start working on.

"Where are you going?" I hear Harry asks behind me.

I turn around and see he's leaning against the island looking at me. "I have a meeting at one." I say.

"Why are you leaving so early then?" His eyebrows furrow while looking at me.

"I don't know, I can do stuff in my office I guess, work on whatever." I say, sighing. I look back to the coffee brewing and wait for it to be done.

I feel his arms wrap around my body and his chin rest on my shoulder. "I don't like pity hugs." I say.

"It's not pity Quinn," He says. "I just wanted to hug you."

"Sure." I say, sighing.

"Have a good meeting." Harry says.

"I'll try." I mumble, pouring the finished coffee into my travel mug.

"Can you look at me please?" He asks, his voice is sweet which is off putting.

I turn around and face my boyfriend who is grinning at me. He leans in and kisses me. It's a short but deep kiss. "I love you." Harry says, grasping my cheeks.

"I love you too." I reply.

"What time will you be home at?" He asks, stroking my skin softly.

"Most likely four." I say.

"Okay, text me before you leave, okay? Also next Friday can you request off of work?"

"Dinner party?" I ask.

"Nope, just date day." He says kissing me again.

I don't question him, I just nod and grab my things before I leave.

A://N

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