Wow it feels so weird to write light, happy chapters like this !!! Theres probs like 5 chapters left till the epilogue lmao.

There's a Q at the end of the chapter I'd like u guys to answer!!

It's kinda short chapter so don't kill me :((( ALSO UNEDITED

Happy Reading xx

t.m.

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One and a half months later

S C A R L E T T 💣

A few days after finding out that I was pregnant, Harry and I decided to move out. Harry suggested that me getting pregnant was the start to our new life, and that moving out of The Organization and settling into a new home still in Las Vegas for the duration of our pregnancy, would help start it off. Since Harry and I had a shit ton of money saved in our bank accounts, Harry's from his countless assassin missions and mine from my assassin missions and well as previous drug dealing business.

When we moved, we never actually told everyone the urgent reason for why we were moving. They all thought that we were finally deciding on starting our new lives as retired assassins, but really we just wanted to live in a new environment where the baby could be brought up safe and out of harm's way. Our home was actually situated next to Liam's, who had always lived outside of The Organization, and recently, Louis had moved out of his apartment that was shared with Dexter, and lived with Liam instead.

Dexter was somewhat heartbroken that Louis had left him, but he got over it gradually when Zia had finally accepted his request to take her out on a date. Every since then, he hadn't felt so lonely and even moved in with her. Spencer had proposed to Vicky and they were getting married soon. Damien was still asexual as ever, and Jade was happy being single but we all knew she was simply adamant on finding someone after Blaze.

"How about Jamie?" Harry's deep voice pulled my out of my thoughts.

Just by looking at Harry I fell back into my thoughts, thinking about how we had just found out the gender of our baby from the recent ultrasound, which was a boy. I was just moving into my second trimester, about 13 and half weeks pregnant. Harry had been dealing with my mood swings miraculously, although sometimes I could tell it really got on his nerves to see me switch moods so abruptly. But despite that, he was patient, or he simply held in all his frustration before visiting the gym every now and then and letting it all out onto the punching bag.

Halfway through the first trimester, when my mood swings had started getting more apparent, Harry was confused. There were times where I'd switch from sad to angry real quick, causing him confusion and for him to snap angrily as well. During times like that I'd always burst out crying as soon as he raises his voice at me, causing him even more confusion and apologizing nonetheless. But soon enough, he took it upon himself to research about pregnant woman, as well as talk to Vicky for advice, ultimately helping him in adapting to my 'new-self'.

"Jamie?"

"Yeah but instead of spelling it like this," he said, turning his laptop screen for me to see pointing at the name 'Jamie'. "We can spell it like this," he grinned, showing me the name spelt differently.

"Jaime?"

"Yes!"

"Harry, I know you love Game of Thrones, but we are not naming our son after a man who is into incest," I said firmly, making him grumble. "I thought picking names would be the fun part," I sighed heavily, stabbing my frozen ice cream while holding the tub firmly.

"It is; you're just too fucking picky."

"Excuse me? "

"Nothing!" Harry grinned widely at me, while I pouted hard with my dark eyes glaring at him. "Okay how about, Ethan."

"No."

"Chris? Christopher?"

"Sounds like a fuck boy name."

"Jared?"

"Padalecki?"

"Matt?"

"Too white."

"But we're white," Harry frowned at me, while I rolled my eyes, stuffing my face with more ice creams.

"Yeah we're not that white, well maybe you are-" I jabbered with a mouth full of ice cream while Harry scowled and cut me off.

"Babe, stop, you're going to get a brain freeze."

"Don't tell me what to do, Harry," I grumbled, pulling away when he tried to take my tub of ice cream away from me.

"This is the third tub you've had today!"

"So? I'm hungry and pregnant and horny, your argument is invalid, honey," I snapped sarcastically, arching my eyebrows at him challengingly while he inhaled deeply, while holding eye contact before turning to face the screen again.

"Okay," he said calmly. "I think I found one."

"Shoot."

"Declan?"

I scrunched my face up ever so slightly, finding the name mediocre and not good enough for our baby. Harry sighed heavily, taking his glasses off and loosening the hair tie that held his long locks up in a bun. He pulled it out, causing his curls to tumble down messily over his face, reaching the area just below his shoulders. His fingers, now covered with even bigger rings than before, ran through the chocolate strands, pushing them back before massaging his temples. I was pulled out of my daze when he spoke again.

"We won't be able to find a name if you keep on rejecting every single one I come up with," Harry said softly, with his arms folded over his chest, his tone incredibly serious making me turn my lips downwards.

"I'm sorry, Harry," I pouted, my tone incredibly apologetic to a point I sounded like a sad child.

I reached over and shut his laptop, pushing it to the side and clearing the kitchen island before climbing on top of if carefully, watching Harry frown at me and mumble disapprovingly. I rolled my eyes at his concerned grumbling, waving it off as I plopped myself on the edge of the kitchen island in front of him with my legs dangling on either side of his body. He stared up at me with a tight frown while I smiled down at him softly, waiting for him to break. Our gazes were held firmly for a few seconds before I spoke up.

"I love you," I whispered ever so quietly, watching the corner of his lips twitch slightly, a ghost of a smile dancing on his lips. "Say it back," I pouted again, making him finally break out into soft laughter, placing his hands on my thighs and tilting his head up to kiss me softly.

"I love you," he mumbled against my lips, pecking them continuously before pulling away.

He gazed down at my abdomen, placing his hands on the baby bump that was starting to peak through now. He rubbed at the area below my navel, smiling softly to himself, the sight making me want to cry because it was so cute and precious. He leaned forwards to place a kiss against the bump, before wrapping his arms lightly against my waist and hugging me to him, with his cheek pressed against the baby bump. I ran my fingers through his long locks, easing through the knots and pushing the curls off his face.

"We'll find a name, don't worry about it. We'll both know when it's right," I assured him with a whisper, pressing my lips against his hairline while he nodded against me.

"Mhmm, don't worry Puddin', we'll find a name for you in no time," Harry mumbled adorably to the bump, making me chuckle from above him.

"First Peach now Puddin'?" I laughed, making him glare at me before I covered my mouth and continued to chuckle. "Are you hungry, Hypno?"

"Speaking of food, did you eat the sushi I made? I made sure to use smoked salmon so that it kills any parasitic worms as such. Scar, did you eat it? It's a good source of lean protein, which is good for the baby's growth-"

"Yes I did eat it," I cut him off with a smile of amusement. "It amazes me how dedicated you are to correct my diet even more now that I'm pregnant."

"Of course I care about your diet, especially because you're eating for two now," he grinned, arching a brow at my baby bump.

"Mhmm true," I mumbled with a smile. "That sushi was good though. Oh my god! Remember when we went out for lunch and you were like 'I know a good sushi place' and I was like 'ew I hate sushi' and then we ended up going to In N' Out!" I grinned widely, reminiscing with a dazed look on my face to those days Harry and I weren't together.

"I remember," he nodded. "I remember punching that bitch."

"Zayn," I laughed, remembering the day like it was yesterday. "I wonder what he's up to now," I said out loud randomly, wondering what he'd think about me being pregnant. This was because when I was younger and 'in love' with him, I brought up the idea of kids and he warned me that if I were to ever get pregnant with his kid, I was to have an abortion.

"Why are you thinking about him? You'll lose brain cells," Harry scowled, but I noticed a certain look in his eyes that made me eye him suspiciously.

"You're not telling me something."

"About?"

"About Zayn," I studied him closer, ducking down to stare at him in the eye, while he pushed his head back, creating a double chin.

"Babe, we're wasting calories talking about him-"

"So? I don't mind wasting calories-"

"Yeah but he's not worth it," Harry scowled while I chuckled a little.

"If you don't tell me whatever it is that popped into your head when I mentioned Zayn, I'm going to call Jade or just every single person we know and ask them what happened."

"Okay fine," Harry rolled his eyes. "While you were 'dead', Louis and the others forced me to go to a club with them to party and this was months after you died so they said I needed to sort of 'move on' and 'have fun'."

"Okay," I nodded, waiting for him to continue.

"So, Vicky and I were at the bar, and Zayn suddenly approached us and accused me of cheating on you with Vicky. But obviously at that time, I thought you were dead and I kinda-"

"You told him I died," I gaped at him, unsure of how to feel about this. "What was the cover story?"

"I said you died in a car crash," he said, pressing his lips tightly.

"How did he react?" I asked in a hushed tone, wanting to see whether Zayn really cared that I 'died' or not.

"He was shocked for a second, looked sad as well before it all just kind of switched and he got angry. He was all like 'you don't seem so sad to me, banging up some blond slut while she's dead.' Vicky didn't appreciate being called a slut, I think she broke his nose," Harry chuckled sheepishly, while I exhaled with a smile.

"Bless Vicky. Zayn is such a dick, I still can't believe I stuck with him for like 8 years," I shook my head. "I was so compassionate and selfless I only cared about bettering and helping other people to an extent where I would get the shitty treatment for no reason."

"I know baby, but if you weren't like that when we met, we would've never ended up together," Harry murmured lowly, a certain look crossing his eyes as I nodded slightly.

"You're right, but let's not think about that," I said lowly, cupping his cheeks. "I know you're missing a part of the story," I said, smiling when he groaned under his breath, rolling his eyes.

"He was mad that Vicky punched him so he took her out into the alleyway and I wasn't sure what him and his gang were gonna do to her. But I reached just in time to save her, but I ended up getting beat up to pulp," Harry continued, his words making me widen my eyes.

"Oh my god, then what happened?"

"He was taunting me, talking about you, and it angered me so I kinda...bit him."

"You what? "

"I bit him?"

"Harry," I shook my head with a laugh. "Did you just bite him, or did you sink your teeth into his flesh and ripped it out like a fucking tiger."

"I did the latter one."

"Harry!"

"I never said I enjoyed it," Harry scrunched his face up at me as I continued laughing, unsure about why I found this funny but it just was. "I could literally taste the cocaine and cigarettes in his blood.

"That's exaggeration and what you did sounds hot."

"It does," Harry arched a brow at me while I bit my lip and nodded with a smirk.

"Yeah, I'm kind of turned on right now," I murmured lowly, watching him rise to his feet with a chuckle, causing me to hook my legs around his waist and tug him closer.

"You are something else Scarlett Jones. Me ripping flesh off your ex's neck turns you on?"

"Everything about you Harry Styles turns me on."

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FUN FACT: my cat is actually called Jaime, who's is indeed a character in Game Of Thrones who's into incest. BUT MAJORITY OF THE FANDOM TEND TO OVERLOOK THAT CUZ HES BADASS

💀 What do you think will be the baby's name? 💀

Whomever gets the name right will get a dedication!! If it's multiple people then multiple dedications :)))

Also, I posted a 'letter' as a short story called Dear Death. It'd quite personal but it was a challenge. Write a letter to either Death, Love or Time, inspired by the movie Collateral Beauty.

So if u babes could, please check it out and don't hesitate to do the challenge yourselves if you aren't tagged ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Until we meet again...

t.m.