Jessi

I walked along the narrow corridor, looking for Jeffrey but the melody coming from the door which I'd just passed made me freeze. Harry had been whistling this tune for days so I took a few steps backwards and tilted my head towards the sound. 

Woman in red lace, she haunts all my dreams,

I wake to find her there too.

The rum on those peach lips, rich and creamy, baby.

Paradise has nothing on you.

Harry's deep voice filtered through the wood before the music suddenly stopped.

"Ahh... I don't know, Mitch. It still doesn't seem right. It's driving me fucking crazy." He groaned. His tone had me shuffling closer to the door, why was he so anxious about this song?

"Jessi! There you are!" Jeffrey's voice startled me so much my feet actually left the ground. My heart thumped in my chest at the fear I'd been caught eavesdropping on Harry.

"Hey Jeffrey!" I fought to keep my voice normal as my feet started walking towards him, keen to keep him away from the door I'd stopped at. Although, knowing Jeffrey he knew exactly where Harry was.

"How you feeling? You need to keep that bump away from Glenne, it's looking way too cute!" He smiled. That wouldn't be hard, I was sure she didn't like me.

"Is she here?" 

"I think she's going to pop in later." He gripped my elbow as he led me towards a room with the door open. "Anyway, you don't have to worry about this, you know? Harry said you were feeling a little weirded out because I'd switched therapists on you?" Seems I'd need to speak to Harry about what I was comfortable sharing with Jeffrey. Not that I didn't trust his manager, but I just didn't want him knowing every little detail about me.

"Harry shouldn't have told you that but yeah, I just don't really understand why you had to change things." I replied. He stopped at the doorway and pulled the door closed, backing a little way back down the corridor.

"I'm sorry. I probably should have spoke to you first but I needed to hurry, she gets booked up months in advance and I heard she had a space. She's great Jessi, she's worked with a few people I know, she's discreet, great at her job and she understands the pressures which come with a job like Harry's." He spoke quietly and I realised the woman must be on the other side of the door. 

"But I don't have a job like Harry's. I'm just his girlfriend." I didn't need a fancy pants celebrity therapist.

"Jessi, you can be so naïve sometimes." He scoffed.

"Jeffrey Azoff! Will you stop terrifying my client? That's my job." A female voice chuckled as the door swung open.

"Dreea!" Jeffrey sighed. "I was just-"

"Trying to tell my client how she should feel. I got that. Now scoot and leave us alone!" Her tone was firm but friendly and the look on Jeff's face made me smile. He looked like a pouty child who'd been told off. I don't think he was used to not being in charge and as he slunk off, I realised he didn't like it either.

"Uhm. Hi Doctor. I'm Jessi." I turned my attention back to the woman stood in front of me. She was a little taller than me, her long dark hair pulled back into a high ponytail which made her look every inch the woman who had just told off Jeffrey Azoff. But her features were soft, especially her big brown eyes. She looked warm and kind. In fact, she looked exactly like a hug personified and I immediately relaxed.

"I'm Andreea or you can call me Dreea if you'd like. Either works for me." She stood to the side and held out her arm towards the door she'd just walked through. I walked inside and found two sofas, one leather and one brown with puffy comfortable looking cushions so I chose that one and made myself comfortable. Without thinking, I picked up the fluffy pillow sat beside me and hugged it to my body, it made me feel more comfortable, protected. "Also, don't mind Jeffrey, all he meant was I'm used to working with clients who have to travel a lot. I asked him to get you to meet me here so we could have a little chat before your first proper session. It's nothing to worry about, just want to make sure we're the right fit, yeah?" She smiled as she sat down on the sofa beside me. Her body turned towards me in what I guessed was a deliberate move to show she was listening or something.

"How are you feeling about becoming a Mother? I have a three-year-old so I know it can be scary. So much of parenting is just learning on the fly. I mean how can a book teach you how to deal with a three-year-old who suddenly decides all his shoes are jail for feet?" She chuckled.

"How did you deal with it?" I smiled.

"Oh, he went everywhere barefoot for a while and we got him to compromise with flip-flops if shoes were necessary. So how are you feeling? Nervous? Excited? Scared? All the above?" 

"Uhm. I was a little scared at first but I have Harry and I know he'll be there for me, for us. He's wonderful, he makes a detour on his way home from rehearsals every night to bring me home pickles and ice cream even although he's usually exhausted. That's what I've been craving - pickles and ice cream. And he fights his tiredness so we can talk about our day before bed. I'm excited to have a baby with him." My grip on the cushion relaxed as she listened to me carefully. "But - uh - there is something but maybe that should wait until tomorrow?"

"We can talk about it now, if you'd like?" Her body language was open and welcoming, a kind smile on her face. Jeffrey was right, she is good.

"Well, the other night I had a nightmare. About my Mum, she uh - she committed suicide almost four years ago and last night I had a dream where I was stuck in a house and every door I opened I saw my Mum. Dead. In the bath surrounded by pills and blood and - I don't know what it means?" My fingers were brushing through the furry cushion as I spoke. 

"I'm sorry about your Mum, Jessi. We can talk about that more later but for now why don't you tell me how the dream made you feel?"

"I was scared - I think -" I paused as I thought about it. "No, I wasn't scared. I was angry. Furious. She should be here and she's not. She left me." I could feel the tears brimming at my eyes and I swiped them away, keeping one hand on the cushion.

"I think I saw some tissues around here. Ah there we go." She placed the box of tissues down in the space between us and I pulled a couple out and held them in my hand. "Now, you seem very confident that she had a choice." 

I couldn't tell whether she meant this as a question or if she was just stating the fact that I was sure she had a choice but I decided to talk, anyway. "We always have a choice, we either give up or get back up and try again twice as hard. She taught me that." 

"OK. That's one way to look at it. I don't know your Mum but depression is an illness just like Cancer or Heart Disease. Imagine for a second you thought you being around was somehow bad for your baby? Not that you had a feeling but I mean you really believed it, just like you know the sky is blue. What would you do Jessi?" Her voice was quiet and non judgemental, her body language still open and warm.

"Harry said something like that, that she maybe thought she was protecting me but why wouldn't she talk to me?"

"Have you ever avoided talking to somebody because you know for sure they'll talk you out of what you've decided?"

"So you're saying that because of her depression my Mum believed I was better off without her and she didn't talk to me about it because she was scared I'd talk her out of doing what she felt was right? What she had to do?" 

"Like I said, I don't know exactly what your Mum was thinking, nobody can tell you that, but that's a different way to look at it, right?" I nodded my head. "So, is your Mum the reason you came to see me Jessi?"

"Not the only reason, no." I took a deep breath and hugged the cushion a little tighter as I started to tell this woman my deepest darkest secrets. Had Jeffrey fluked into finding me this woman who was so easy to open up to or maybe he understood me better than I thought he did? 

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"Hmm..." I sighed, as my fingers slowly brushed over Harry's naked torso. He kissed my head, and I snuggled in closer. I'd popped in to say hello before I went back home after our appointment but apparently Harry had other ideas. Not that I was complaining. Robin started kicking, and I rubbed my belly to try to calm her down but all that seemed to do was make her move to the opposite side, the side pressed up against Harry's body.

"Jess, stop." Harry whined. "M'sleepy." His body curled into mine. His arm resting on my hip.

"It's not me." I smiled. Waiting for the information to sink in. I thought maybe he was too sleepy to get it but he suddenly sat up.

"It's the baby? I felt it Jessi!" He yelled. His hand pressed to my stomach. "Come on, Robi! Kick for Daddy!" He cooed. I felt her kick where his hand was and I'd never seen him look cuter. His smile was as wide as I'd ever seen it, his dimple on full display. He lit up the whole room. I giggled as he showered my bump with kisses.

"I love you both so much." He placed one final kiss to my bump before he flopped back down on the sofa beside me and kissed me gently.

"We love you too." I sighed happily as Harry pulled the blanket back over us. My moment of complete bliss was soon interrupted though.

"Harry? Where are you?" Jeffrey's irritated voice filtered through the wall.

"Shh..." Harry clapped his hand over my mouth.

"Harry!" Jeffrey yelled and when I heard the door handle turn, I buried myself in the crook of Harry's neck. The silence seemed so loud as I pictured his eyes flitting around the room, taking in the randomly discarded clothes, the fact that both of us were on the tiny sofa. "Oh uh. I'm sorry." Jeffrey stuttered before I heard the door firmly close and Harry burst into fits of laughter.

"Harry, that was mean. I'll never be able to look at Jeffrey again." I playfully smacked his chest.

"Oh, come on, that's much less embarrassing than that time my Mum and Robin walked into the trailer to find us half dressed, with our hands in each other's pants." He laughed louder.

"Stop!" I whined, my cheeks turning scarlet at the memory.

"What? That night was hot! You looked like a naughty little minx in that outfit. That teeny white Balmain mini skirt and black leather crop top. And don't get me started on those Velvet Gucci boots with the bee." Harry growled, his teeth nipping at my ear.

"Fuck! I loved that outfit." And I was well aware that if Harry could get his giant feet into those boots they'd have disappeared from my wardrobe long ago. "I felt so good in it. Definitely one of Lambert's best. I seem to remember I wasn't the only one who looked hot that night." I smiled as I remembered Harry in his Lanvin pinstripe flares and that black shirt with the buttons done up all the way to the top. I think he did it on purpose to drive me crazy. I don't know why but seeing him in a shirt with no buttons undone made me want to just rip the shirt from his body, although if I'm honest I wanted to do that no matter what he was wearing. Buttoned, unbuttoned, sheer, opaque? Either way, I found myself picturing it coming off.

"I know, that's how we ended up in the trailer." He chuckled.

"Your Mum and Robin avoided me for most of the rest of that night, in fact your Mum didn't speak to me until the three of us were watching you perform, all three of us stood with equal looks of wonder and pride plastered on our faces." My fingers drew circles on his bare chest.

"I didn't know that, what did she say to you?" Harry laced his fingers with mine.

"She smiled and held my hand and said 'that's our boy'" I felt tears run down my cheeks at the memory.

"Aaw baby, don't cry. That's kinda sweet." He ran his thumb over my knuckles.

"I know. It was the first time that she kinda acknowledged that you - well I don't know how to describe it because I know nobody really owns you, you're not a thing - but it was like she was giving a part of you to me. Just forget it, this isn't making any sense." I sighed in frustration.

"No baby, I know exactly what you mean. Do you remember when you got sick when Danny and I were at his friend's stag night?" He said.

"Well obviously Harry, I puked on Justin's boyfriend. I'm not very likely to forget it." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Yeah. Right." He shook his head at himself. "Well, when we got the call both Danny, and I stood up to come look after you and Danny looked at me and said 'go take care of our angel' and sat back down. And honestly I felt so honoured that he trusted me enough to take care of you, you know?"

I nodded and gently kissed his lips, "I love you."

"I love you too. Now come on, we better move. I should go see what Jeffrey wanted before he has a breakdown. I'll come pick you up around three so we can head to the TV studio together, yeah?" He fussed, kissing my forehead.

"OK." I smiled. I planned to raid Harry's wardrobe for my outfit. It was always fun.

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Harry

"Jessi?" I called out into our bedroom in our London house.

"In here." I heard her yell from the wardrobe, I could tell from the slight grunt in her voice that she was struggling with something but I was worried I was getting on her nerves fussing over her so I walked to the wardrobe calmly.

"Jessi!" I exclaimed when I saw her on her tiptoes at the top of a small stepladder. "What the hell are you doing?" I rushed towards her and scooped her up and carefully stood her on the ground.

"I was looking for that purple jumper." She said and went to climb the steps again.

"Hold on there, Baby! What purple jumper? The Jack Wills hoodie? Because I'm sure I binned that, Love." I wrapped my arms around her so she couldn't reach the stairs.

"No, that thing was awful." She said, trying to wriggle free. "Let me go, Harry. I want it for my outfit!" The pout on her lips made her look adorable and sexy all at once.

"OK. Well describe it to me and I'll climb the steps. At least if I fall then it won't matter." I chuckled.

"Oh yeah. It'll just ruin a whole TV show and cause mass hysteria," She rolled her eyes, "you don't even know what I'm looking for."

"Sure I do, purple jumper. Not my Jack Wills hoodie." I smirked but truly I had no idea what jumper she was talking about.

"Is this it?" I saw her bounce on her feet excitedly until her eyes fell on the magenta sweatshirt I'd pulled down.

"No, it's wooly - uhm -" She clicked her fingers trying to think of the word she meant, "it's knitted!"

"Patterned?" I asked as I looked through the pile of jumpers and sweatshirts.

"No just purple, pale purple." She sighed. "It has to be there, Harry."

"Relax, Baby! We'll find it." I promised as I looked through the next pile. "Are you sure it's one of mine?"

"Yeah. It was here the last time we were here."

"Jesus, Jess! That was - that was like a year and a half ago." I started looking through the last pile as I tried to push the sadness I felt at that realisation to the back of my mind.

"I know but- you never throw out clothes." She whined.

"Well, I'm sorry, Baby. I can't seem to find this jumper you're talking about." I still couldn't picture the jumper she meant.

"Harry!" She puffed out, stomping her foot on the floor for good measure. "Typical!" She rolled her eyes and started pacing. "Look at the size of this wardrobe, Harry! Look at it!" Her arms were flailing around as if acting on their own free will and the pout on her face was just the cutest thing I'd ever seen. "Do you know you have nine plain white t-shirts? And eleven plain black ones? Nine and Eleven, Harry? Who needs that many plain t-shirts? And the one thing in here I want to wear and you've chucked it! It's ridiculous!" I tried not to chuckle at the fact that she was throwing a massive tantrum over a jumper. I was about to give up looking and try to calm her down when I glimpsed lilac out the corner of my eye. I pushed the three piles I'd been searching through out of the way and there it was, right at the back of the shelf. At least I hoped it was the right one.

"I think I've found it!" I cheered and as my fingers locked around the soft wool, I could see why she wanted it but I really don't remember this jumper.

"Seriously?" She squeaked. "Yes! That's it! That's it!" She bounced on her heels excitedly as I pulled the jumper down from the shelf. "I love you!" She said as she hugged me as close as she could manage.

"I love you too. And you're sure you want to announce that we're back together in the morning?" I softly kissed her head.

"Yeah. I'm ready, Harry. And I have my proper appointment with Andreea tomorrow afternoon." She kissed my chest and I couldn't help but smile as the familiar zipping to my heart feeling washed over me.

"Just so long as you know there's no pressure. We don't have to tell anyone until you're ready." I hugged her tighter. I was glad she and Andreea had hit it off, hopefully she could help Jessi work through some of her issues.

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Jessi

"What the hell was that, guys?" Jeff complained, and I saw Harry's shoulders slump even further. "This is your last performance before Tour Harry, you have to nail this!" Harry had just had an awful soundcheck, he was missing his cues and at times his key was completely off, it wasn't like him at all but the band weren't much better. I think Harry being off had them all rattled.

"Jeffrey?" He looked at me, stopping mid rant. "Somebody in wardrobe was looking for you, something to do with Harry's suit, I think?" I didn't think it was anything serious but I hoped it would get him to leave them alone.

"Great! What more can go wrong?" He sighed and wandered off to find the wardrobe department.

"Thanks Jess." Mitch smiled once Jeffrey had gone. I smiled back at him, Jeffrey ranting at them wasn't doing anyone any good.

"Give me half an hour and then meet me back here so we can have another run through, yeah?" Harry said flatly, and the band disappeared.

"Wanna tell me what's up?" I asked carefully as my hands linked with his.

"Apart from my voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard and my bands inability to hit any cues, you mean? Man, that was fucking rough! We've never sounded that shit before." Harry snapped.

"Sweetie, you're nervous -"

"Yeah, no shit Jessi!" Harry rolled his eyes.

"But why are you so nervous? You've got this. You've performed lots of songs from your album." I cupped his cheeks in my hands, making sure he was looking at me.

"I know but this is my last performance before Tour, a little taste of what the fans can expect. My last performance before we find out if the bump is a girl or a boy. I get to sing to my babies and I don't want to mess it up, I want you to be proud of me." He spoke so softly I had to strain to hear him.

"Well then, sing to us. Sing to us like nobody else is watching, make all the adorable faces you make so your voice sounds just right because you got this, Harry. And no matter what happens -" I took his hands and placed them on my bump, "we are so incredibly proud of you." And as if agreeing with my statement, Robin started kicking like a little Irish dancer.

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The lights dimmed in the studio as the audience cheered and the red dragon on Harry's trousers seemed to glow in the dark as the intro started. I was so nervous; I clutched my bump tightly and prayed it went well. The spotlight shone on him as he stepped up to the mic and began to sing. "You got this, Sweetie!" I whispered as both his hands clutched the microphone stand, a sign that he was nervous but so far his voice sounded perfect. In fact, it sounded better than perfect, it was heavenly and the band sounded awesome too. I smiled as I saw Clare and Sarah grin at each other confidently and when Harry glanced over at me with a confident smirk on his face, my heart filled with so much love and pride that I worried it might explode.

The background behind them lit up with a pretty pink sky and it made me think about mine and Harry's very first date well over two years ago, back then I didn't think we had a future beyond a one-night stand and now here I was pregnant with what I hoped would be the first of many babies. I felt my eyes fill with tears as his face lit up with a beaming smile every time he looked over at us, his girls, wrapped up snugly in his jumper. I giggled as he did this cute little wiggly dance with his hands sticking out at his sides and I knew, he knew he was nailing this which he confirmed with a confident smirk which simultaneously made me feel joyous and turned on. Yep, he really had to stop with the smirking or I was in real danger of climbing him like a tree on national television but it seemed that easing my suffering was not in my boyfriends plans at all. He did some little punches in time with Sarah's drumming and I moaned out loud. What was he doing to me?

"And I don't know why you're wriggling around all happy in there," I spoke to my bump as Robi did a somersault, "it's all your fault I'm a giant mess of hormones, young lady!"

My eyes flicked back to Harry as he sang the last few lines of the song, perfectly I might add, and all I could do was grin as I watched him chuckle to himself. I wanted to run to him and wrap him up in a massive hug and then drag his ass home to bed but I couldn't do any of that because he still had to do his interview so I headed backstage to find somewhere I could watch from.

"That was incredible guys!" I heard Jeff telling the band.

"Yeah, I think that might be the best performance I've seen you guys give. Mind blowing." I smiled. They all thanked me and Jeff showed me into a room where they had the interview on the screen. Harry was already sitting down. I was excited for this interview, it should be fun, Graham's interviews were always a little cheeky. I giggled at Rob's joke about Harry's suit looking like pyjamas, it kinda did but Harry could pull it off and it was so nice to touch. "Is that puke monument still there?" Jeff asked as it was the next topic of conversation. "Apparently so." I replied as Graham explained that people replaced the sign if it gets wet.

"Uhhm... I did throw up there, yeah. I think my girlfriend might be the one who keeps changing the sign." He joked and I couldn't help but chuckle until I realised what he'd just said.

"Did he just say his girlfriend?" Jeffrey said. Graham's eyes widened before he chuckled, nobody was supposed to mention the literal elephant sized woman in the room. The audience was quiet, clearly waiting for a followup question and my heart was in my mouth.

"Your girlfriend being the sweet pregnant lady who's been with you all day?" Graham smiled.

"Well, clearly you haven't seen her when she's hangry." Harry chuckled, and I giggled again while Graham went back to the puke topic, not wanting to push his luck with more questions.

"Well, I guess that's the cat out of the bag." Jeffrey laughed.

"Yeah. I guess it is." I smiled. There was definitely a massive feeling of relief that it was out there, hopefully people would have a positive reaction to it.

"Jeffrey?" I said quietly.

"Yeah?" His smiled faded as he glanced from the TV to my nervous face, "shit! You okay? You're not having cramps or hurting are you? It's too early for the baby to come now!" He jumped up off the sofa, his arms waving up and down as he muttered random statements while he wandered around aimlessly, I had been pretty sure Jeffrey was unflappable at this point but he was definitely flapping now.

"It's okay. I'm fine." I grabbed his arm and pulled him back into his seat. "I just need to talk to you about something."

"Oh! You're sure the baby isn't coming?" He quirked an eyebrow at me.

"Quite sure. Yes." I smiled. "Look, what I wanted to say is I know you'd prefer Harry was with somebody like Kendall or even Dallas or Camille, they know how to be in his world, how to talk to the media, they can empathise with his lifestyle but I promise I'll do whatever I can to help him Jeffrey. Just - I don't even know - I'll try my very best to be good enough. I promise."

"Hey, firstly stop that, you are good enough Jessi Monroe. Now would my job be easier if Harry was with somebody who knows his job? Possibly. But would Harry be happy? I don't think so and Harry might be my client but more than that he's my friend and I want him to be happy. And neither Kendall, Dallas, Camille or even me could have done what you did earlier." Jeffrey paused, and I scrunched up my face as I tried to remember what I'd done that had impressed Jeffrey so much? Maybe it was when I showed the personal assistant where to leave the water Harry had asked for while Jeff was busy talking to the crew, Mitch and wardrobe. But that wasn't anything special. "You calmed him, Jessi. I don't know what you said to him but the Harry from rehearsal and the Harry that sang two seconds ago were two totally different animals. That's what he needs. You. Anyone can be media trained but you're the one he loves, that can't be taught."

"Can you teach me?" I asked, and I wondered why the hell I hadn't thought of that before?

"You want media training?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "I'm not saying I want to start doing interviews or anything but it would be nice to know how to stand beside him and not make a prat of him by saying something stupid or accidently offending somebody or something."

"You wouldn't make a prat of him Jess. But yeah, that's definitely something I can sort for you. Uhm, before you guys broke up, Harry floated the idea of getting you a PA but he wasn't sure you'd be open to the idea -"

"Can it be Sara?" I asked.

"Jones?" Jeffrey looked confused.

"No, Scott. She's my assistant at work. I'd be lost without her, she's some sort of organisational demon." I smiled.

"She sounds perfect. I'll speak to her and I'll look into finding somebody in PR to work with you, you and Harry can be involved in the interviews if you like?"

"Yeah. I'd like that." I smiled, feeling thankful that he left me with some control over something that felt so alien to me.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Sorry Jeffrey. Sorry Baby!" Harry exclaimed as he came crashing through the door like a leaf caught in a tornado.

"I'll leave you guys to it." Jeffrey chuckled. "Good job, H." He added as he left the room.

"What's got him in such a good mood? I thought I was in for a bollocking for that slip up, for sure." Harry quirked his eyebrow as he stalked towards me and all the sexual tension I'd been feeling earlier came bubbling to the surface.

"I'll tell you later. Did I tell you how good you look in that suit?" I smirked.

"Yes. But you can tell me again." He smirked as he fell down beside me, his head leaning on the back of the sofa. The curve of his neck and the way his adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed forced a whimper from my body.

"You look -" I paused to deliberate where I wanted to start my delicious journey to his mouth. I settled on placing a kiss to the wing of his right swallow which was poking out from his partially unbuttoned shirt. "So-" I placed my next kiss on his Adam's apple which made him chuckle. "Fucking-" I poked my tongue out to lick below his ear before attaching my lips there, Harry's moan had my body lurching towards him like a salmon swimming upstream, my leg pushing between his legs and my bump pressing awkwardly into his hip.  

"Here, let me help you, Baby!" Harry rasped as his hands gripped my hips, pulling me to sit straddling him comfortably.

"Pretty." I smiled as got lost in admiring his face. My fingers danced along his strong jawline, my eyes flitting from his long eyelashes which curled away from his cheeks to his unruly hair which caressed his cheek. I watched his nostrils flaring slightly as he breathed softly and then I finally settled on his perfect lips. I licked my lips as I thought about pulling that pouty bottom lip between mine. The dimple popped in his cheek as he slowly opened one eye, a playful smirk lighting up his face.

"You alright?" He breathed his fingers rubbing small circles where the hem of my dress, well Harry's shirt that I was wearing as a dress, met my thighs.

"Mhmm... I love you, you know?" I cupped his cheek, my thumb running along his dimple. "Just can't believe you're mine."

"Ditto." Harry's hand brushed up my arm, along my shoulder and then brushed the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair. "Kiss me, please?" His fingers danced slowly on my skin as I lowered my head to his. My tongue swiped across his lips before I pressed mine to his for the first time that evening and I was positive it wouldn't be the last.

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"OK, give me your phone." Harry smiled as we sat in bed together.

"It's beside yours." I pointed to his bedside table, and he picked up my phone and messed around with it, typing and clicking and then he did the same on his phone. "You trust me, right?"

"More than anything." I smiled. He looked excited, his feet tapping against the foot of the bed.

"OK. One. Two. Three?" He grinned and pressed a button on both phones at the same time. "Done." He sat our phones down and leaned back against the headboard, draping his arm over my shoulders and pulling me into a hug.

"What did you do?" I asked.

"I'll show you." He smiled while picking his phone back up. He opened up Instagram and showed me his page. The latest photo was of mine and Harry's hands making a heart over my baby bump and he'd given it the caption 'she's having my baby...' and then he switched to my Instagram and I saw an identical picture with the caption 'I'm having his baby...' I was glad he seemed to have silenced the notifications as people were going crazy and then I looked back at the picture and caption and started to laugh.

"Does that mean you like it?" Harry laughed along with me.

"It's perfect." I grinned.

"I love you, Jessi Monroe." Harry had stopped laughing, and he was staring right at me.

"I love you too, you big idiot." I sighed.

"And I love you!" Harry grinned as he peppered my very round bump with kisses.

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A/N - This chapter is dedicated to the lovely @Andreea_Chitu, finally you can kick Jess and Harry's butts!