YOU GUYS HARRY IN THE DUNKIRK TRAILER HAD ME SHOOK I CANT LIKE YEAH CILIAN BAE AND TOM HARDY SLAYED ME TOO BUT HARRY OMG I CANT 😫😫😫😫😍😍😍

Another birthday update woop, still my bday here so I thought why not update R&H !!!

Pls don't worry too much about the time skips, it's just necessary in my opinion in order to lead it all up to the epilogue!

Happy Reading xx

t.m.

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S C A R L E T T 💣

One and a half months later

  Tears pricked my eyes as I threw up into the toilet bowl; the acidic stench burned my nostrils. After I was done, I shakily stood up to my feet, watery eyes glancing over the mess I made as my stomach dry-heaved again. I immediately flushed the toilet and trudged over to the sink to rinse my mouth and wash my face. I felt like crying again because of how much I hated what was happening to me. It was like a constant flu, and I knew that there was no reason as to why I would have 'stomach flu'. But I wasn't going to lie when the thought of being pregnant crossed my mind every time I threw up.

  It had been going on for a week now and surprisingly every time it happened, Harry wasn't around. He was always either working out or training other assassins. The only thing he did notice was that I seemed to look exhausted lately, and even then he just assumed that I was simply overworking, when really I've tried staying home as much as possible. I knew I was being stupid by not telling him about the 'stomach flu' or even not taking a pregnancy test. But in all honesty I was slightly scared.

  My thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. A sense of panic washed over me, before I sucked in a deep breath and told myself to get my shit together, knowing it wasn't Harry as he went out with Damien to pick up some supplies for the labs. I checked my appearance one last time, trying to think up of some excuse as to why I looked like a zombie while I trudged to the door.

   "Louis," I tried to smile brightly as I answered the door, instead it came out forced and weak as Louis frowned at my greeting.

   "You look like shit," he commented with an arch of his brow, making my expression fall and my lower lip quiver. "Oh god are you going to start crying? I swear I meant it as a joke! You know you're beautiful Lettie-"

   "It's not that!" I cried, feeling the tears escape. "I-I feel sick and tired and I-I-I can't stop throwing up-"

   "Oh shit," Louis whispered all of a sudden, his eyes blown wide. "Throwing up?"

   "Uhuh," I nodded as he moved closer and gently grasped my arms, rubbing up and down.

   "Did you take a pregnancy test?" he asked me gently, his gaze softening as I began panicking again when I heard his words. "Shhh, it's okay love, we have to check."

    "No, I didn't take one," I whispered, swallowing thickly as trying to avoid tearing up at the thought of pregnancy. I can't be a mother, I'm not ready for that!

   "Okay, how about you wait here and I'll quickly head over to Sullivan and get you some pregnancy tests? I'll only take like five minutes, I'll sprint," Louis promised, touching my cheek as I nodded slightly biting my lip.

  He guided me over to the couch where he sat me down, turning the TV on and began flicking through the channels to find something I liked. Once he saw that Masterchef Australia was on, he left me. I sat there and began contemplating on many different things such as what would happen if I really were pregnant. I supposed the first thing Harry would suggest is that we move out, because despite there not being any threats to The Organization for now, there is still the chance something or someone would come up.

  I also began thinking about how our assassin lives could affect our children's lives, especially now since there was the chance that I could be pregnant. I started thinking about how my father was assassinated and I was abducted and forced to be an assassin, and how that could happen to any of our children and it scared me to bits. I needed to make sure that it wouldn't happen to them and that they would live their lives normally and in peace without any connections to The Organization and our assassin lives.

  After a few more minutes, I heard the door swing open, Louis walking in with a couple of tests in his hand. I immediately stood up, taking it from him and heading to the bedroom and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I followed the instructions on the box and tried to stay calm. Setting the finalized tests on the side of the sink, I opened the door for Louis to enter, both of us waiting anxiously for the results to appear in the next few seconds. A flood of emotions washed over me when I saw two lines appear, indicating that the test was positive. I was pregnant.

   "Scarlett," Louis whispered with wide eyes, walking over to hug me. "Why are you crying, love? C'mon let's just go into the bedroom."

  He sat me down on the bed, as I wiped the tears from my cheeks harshly. He held my hands in his and shot me a soft smile, waiting for me to calm down so that he could talk.

   "What are you so afraid of?" he asked me quietly, making me bite my lip as I parted my lips to ramble about everything that has been bothering me since I conjured up the idea that I was pregnant.

   "I dunno I guess I'm just worried about all sorts of things that could affect the baby," I started saying before pausing again to bite my lip.

   "Such as?"

   "What if we have enemies come after us, then the baby will be in danger," I whispered in a hushed tone, feeling the panic rise inside of me again as Louis nodded slowly and pondered for a bit.

   "I'm sure that when you leave to wherever you and Harry are planning to go, Zia will for sure give provide you with protection from The Organization. Maybe try and make sure that wherever you are, there's an ally of The Organization around so that's it's easier," Louis told me reassuringly, making me nod slowly.

   "But what if the thing that happened to my father and I, happens to the baby? What if Harry and I get assassinated all of a sudden and The Organization come and take the baby when it's older!"

   "Okay in that case, which I'm sure isn't going to happen, I will make sure it doesn't happen. I'm sure Zia and the rest of Valkyrie will be alive around that time, we'll all vow to keep your child safe okay? But remember, this won't happen because you will be protected by The Organization in the first place," Louis reminded me, making me nod vigorously. "Anything else?"

"I don't think I'm ready for this," I whispered worriedly, biting my lip harshly while he sighed.

"I don't think anyone's really full on ready when it comes to having a child for the first time. But you have to stay positive and be strong. If you're feeling like this, imagine Harry," he pointed out, making me nod in agreement.

"You're right, Harry is already worried that he won't be a good dad. Can't imagine the state of panic he'll be in when I tell him," I murmured to myself.

"Exactly! So stay strong Lettie, you're not alone! You can ask Vicky for advice! She's a single mom after all, I'm sure she can help loads. Plus you'll have Dexter, Liam, Jade, me and maybe even Damien to help you with babysitting and shit!" Louis exclaimed cheerfully, making me laugh lightly, wiping the tears away as I started to feel better.

   "And remember, love, if you ever feel like you and you're family is in danger then you should know that the safest place you will be is with us here in The Organization, with your other family," he grinned at me softly, triggering my own smile as I nodded and pulled him into a hug.

   "Thank you Louis for being here for me," I told him sincerely, hugging him tightly as he chuckled and returned the hug. "You're the best."

   "Anything for you Lettie, now to deal with the current problem," he said suddenly, pulling back to gaze at me with mischievous eyes.

    "What problem?" I furrowed my brows, making him shoot me a blank look, ready to smack my head. "Oh shit."

   "Yeah shite, how are you going to tell Harry? Has he not seen you throw up this past week or something, wouldn't he get ideas too?"

   "For some reason whenever I need to throw up he's never around so no he doesn't have any ideas. The only thing he's noticed is that I look more tired than usual," I shrugged, staring down at my lap before I slowly brought my hand up to touch my stomach, feeling a smile stretch on my lips. "I'm going to be a mother," I whispered.

   "How does that feel?" Louis grinned as well.

   "Mildly terrifying."

   "Mildly?"

   "Okay I'm actually scared, what if I'm a horrible mother? I've never had one so I have no idea about how to be one-"

   "Scarlett, that child will be the luckiest baby alive to have you as a mother and Harry as a....yeah I don't know about Harry, but you as a mother," Louis laughed as I rolled my eyes at him, punching his arm. "I'm kidding! About the Harry part of course, he'll be a very...protective...dad."

   "You seem to have a hard time believing Harry is gonna be a dad," I chuckled as Louis shrugged.

   "It is hard to believe, the man was nothing like he is now before you two met. He was cold and vicious; the thought of love made him laugh because he thought it was so stupid. The idea of having children made him want to barf," Louis said. "But it's amazing how that all changed in a year since he met you, it happened so quick it was hard to believe but it just did."

   "Yeah," I whispered in response, reflecting on the last three years that have flown by so quickly.

   "So!" Louis clapped his hands together loudly. "Let's have some fun with the news?"

   "What do you have in mind?"

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The next day...

   "Babe you haven't touched your rosé. It's your favorite brand," Harry frowned, casting an eye at my untouched glass before flicking his gaze up to meet my nervous one.

I still didn't tell Harry about the baby. I didn't want to go ahead with Louis' prank because I feel like just telling Harry that I'm pregnant would be overwhelming enough. So, I just settled for telling him over dinner, but my anxiety was suffocating me, making it hard for me to tell him the news. I basically kept stalling.

   "I think I'm more into red wine now," I mumbled lowly, before inwardly cursing at myself for saying that.

   "Oh then we'll just get a bottle of red wine, where's that cunt-"

   "Oh no, Harry it's fine I can manage with rosé for now," I told him, reaching over the table to clasp his hand to get his attention.

  He turned his head, gazing at me expectantly making me frown at the way he was staring at me before it dawned upon me. He was expecting me to drink it. I sheepishly picked up the glass, a hundred thoughts running through my head as I took a sip, holding it in my mouth as I smiled at him shakily, making him return it. Luckily enough, the waiter came over and began asking Harry if the food was all right, distracting him. I quickly spat the rose back into the glass, catching the eye of the waiter who gazed at me strangely. I shot him a warning glare, making him swallow thickly before he turned to Harry and nodded, writing down a few things when Harry ordered our dessert.

  My stomach was a bit unsettled after our dinner, giving me a nauseated feeling as I pressed my lips together, hoping I wouldn't throw up tonight. But unfortunately my prayers were ignored as I felt my stomach lurch all of a sudden, causing me to clutch it through my dress as I stood up all of a sudden. Harry's eyebrows shot up at my sudden movements, a worried look etching onto my face as I clutched my stomach and mouth and began walking away quickly, afraid that if I said something I'd just throw up in front of him.

  I heard him call out from behind me as I rushed towards the bathroom and disappeared behind the door. Luckily it was empty, as I rushed into the nearest stall and threw up into the toilet bowl. I heard the door open, immediately panicking that it was Harry, but instead it was a woman. However, I still heard him call out before the door slammed shut again. I stood up shakily, walking over to the sink and rinsing my mouth.

   "You okay, honey?" A voice spoke up next to me.

  I snapped my head to the right, studying the woman who smiled kindly at me. She looked slightly older than me, maybe in her thirties, beautifully dressed in a long-sleeved royal blue dress. I parted my lips to speak, before Harry's muffled voice from the bathroom interrupted me.

   "Hey lady who just walked in! Can you check up on my girlfriend! This cunt won't let me in," Harry called out, before I heard muffled cursing at whom I assumed was the manager.

   "Sounds like your boyfriend is worried," she arched a brow at me with a chuckle before her brows knitted together when she studied me a little closer. "Oh honey, I know a pregnant woman when I see one."

   "I haven't told him yet, I just found out yesterday," I told her worriedly in a hushed whisper. "I think I should tell him now, but I-I don't know how!"

   "Hey it's okay, what's your name?" the woman gently grasped my forearms, trying to calm me down.

   "Scarlett."

   "Right Scarlett, you're just going to go, and tell him you're pregnant."

   "Just like that?"

   "Just like that," she nodded in confirmation. "Don't think too much about it, just go for it okay? Whatever happens, I'll be here in the bathroom if you need someone," she chuckled a little, making me smile and nod, sucking in a breath. "You ready?"

   "Yeah," I nodded, before turning to check my appearance in the mirror.

   "You'll probably need a breath mint," the woman said, digging into her purse and handing me a couple. I popped some into my mouth, before turning to her to speak.

   "Thank you for the help, I don't even know your name oh god-"

   "It's Tanya," she smiled kindly at him. "Good luck," she wished me, making me smile and thank her again.

  Just then, the bathroom door burst open and Harry stumbled in. He locked gazes with me, breathing out in relief once he saw that I was all right, before snapping his gaze back to glare at the manager and the waiter whom were holding him back the entire time. The lady whom I was talking to shot me a wink, before smiling at Harry and exiting the bathroom. Harry approached me quickly, taking my face into his hands as he peered worriedly at me.

   "Are you okay, baby? You look sick, and did you just throw up? Maybe we should get you to the doctor or something. But I swear the food here is supposed to be top quality, I don't think it's food poisoning-"

   "I don't think it is food poisoning either," I agreed, shaking my head, making him frown.

   "Then what could it be?" Harry mumbled with pouted lips and furrowed brows, while gazing into my eyes. The answer was written clearly in my eyes, he just had to find it, and when he did his eyebrows shot up and lips parted. "Oh my god."

   "I think it's a different type of sickness," I said, pressing my lips together as Harry continued to gap at me, eyes searching for mine before flickering down to my stomach.

   "Oh my god," he repeated in shock.

   "I'm pregnant."

  His eyes widened even more if that were possible, the emotions on his face difficult to decipher as I held my breath waiting for him to say something.

   "You're pregnant, oh shit, you're pregnant," Harry whispered in disbelief, his eyes watering as a bright grin stretched across lips, his expression making me want to burst out into tears as well. "We're gonna have a baby, oh my fucking god!" he exclaimed, making me laugh out with tears in my eyes as he engulfed me in a hug.

    "You're crying!" I exclaimed, feeling him sob against me. "Why are you crying?"

   "I don't know! I'm so fucking happy, but I'm also fucking terrified!" Harry cried, pulling back to grin at me as I laughed nodding at his words. "I know I'll be a shit dad but at least the baby will have the best mother in the world.

   "Aw Harry," I cried, pecking his cheek and hugging him tightly. "The baby will love you no matter how bad you are at doing diapers."

   "I hope so," Harry laughed happily, pulling back to kiss my forehead. "I'm excited but also scared like fuck there's no way I'm ready to be a parent."

   "Me too! But you know what, I believe we can do it; we can do it together. We are a team after all."

   "The best one in the world, I mean we've killed people and shit. How hard can this be?" Harry shrugged lightly in a sarcastic manner, making me burst out laughing.

  Our eyes met, making him smile and tug me closer to plant a firm kiss on my lips. Bless that lady for giving me breath mints otherwise my breath would've ruined this moment. Harry's warm lips captured mine in a loving kiss that had my head spinning and knees weakening. I pulled away for a breath of air, smiling when I noticed he was still grinning from ear to ear with happy tears still gathered up in his bright eyes.

   "Oh god I'm so happy you're happy," I whispered, dabbing away at my cheeks, praying to god that my make up wasn't ruined. Good thing I wore waterproof mascara.

   "Of course I'm happy baby, this means that we can finally have a new start! But how even did you get pregnant? I thought you were on the pill," Harry said, making me frown in thought.

   "I'm positive I took my pills regularly," I said, making him shrug.

   "Guess that shit didn't work."

   "Yeah I guess so," I giggled, before cupping his cheeks and speaking again. "I love you Harry."

   "I love you too Scarlett, so much," he returned, before placing a hand on my abdomen and smiling softly. "I promise I will love and protect you and this baby for as long as I live."

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💀 Scarlett's like sixish weeks pregnant, cuz it says 2 and a half months later from that sex scene in the bathroom in the previous chapter which I never wrote lol.

Were the reactions realistic enough? I FUCKING hope so.

Also do u think it'll be a boy or a girl? ☺️

Also if this isn't the sort of ending you want (I swear there are people like this), them having babies and living happily ever after etc, then just don't read or don't comment negative shit like I don't want them to have babies or why do they have to have kids and blah blah blah

Idc

I'm writing this ending for me and for the people who want to see Scarlett and Harry creating a family ❤️

Until we meet again...

t.m.