Misses Who? (Sequel to Mrs. Styles?!)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Finishing off my waffles and taking from Harry's fries, I try to scoop up any remaining fudge from my container. Unable to hold up the gas that has formed in my stomach, I let out a longggg burp. That's when I remembered Harry's in the room with me.

"Oops, excuse me," I say looking up at Harry who is looking back at me with a big smile and wide, shocked eyes.

He lets out a little laugh and eats another fry, telling me it's okay and that I'm adorable. "I have to know though, did you starve in Italy? I have never seen you eat this much processed food willingly. You know, as you say, 'it's bad for us,'" he says, making quotation marks with his hand, quoting something I've definitely said. I'm surprised these are my cravings, too, but it is half his baby, so it makes sense.

"I know I'm surprised too those weeks in Italy I was eating all organic, but the occasional chocolate croissant was delicious I actually ordered two dozens of them and put them in Louis' freezer. YOU HAVE TO TRY THEM!!" I practically shout and then remember he doesn't know about the pregnancy. "You know... I think I just missed the fried food we used to get together like once a month."

"Make sense," he responds, but his face is scrunched, and I feel like he's not entirely convinced, but as he continues, I realize that Harry was pondering if he should say what he said next. "How was Italy?"

Feeling like a deer in headlights, I don't know what to do. I left him and went off. There was no divorce, no official breakup, and I let my hormones get the best of me and almost went on a date with someone else the day I left. Do I tell him this? Do I tell him how broken I was? That I missed him and took one of his hoodies 'to show his child' but really to put it next to me so I could smell him. Even when I hated him, my heart still wanted him. Putting my hand in my hoodie pocket, I place it on my stomach. Should I even tell him about the baby this soon? When he doesn't know anything about what happened. I worked as a psychologist for almost two months, lived a normal life without fame, and I kind of liked it. Now my mom is in the hospital, and I'm pregnant and back home with him.

Letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding in, I said, "it was good." Looking at him and his sad eyes, I know he wants to know more. He deserves to know more. I just wish things were different, that I never left. It's crazy how if he had arrived in London twenty minutes earlier on the day, he wanted to tell me everything; life would have been so different, we would be so different. I probably wouldn't have left. He probably would have had to force me to listen to him, though. Instead, we are in this awkward limbo- where we are married and yet not together. And it is all on me.

I'm about to tell him more when I look into his eyes and down at his plump red lips. Letting my hormones get the best of me and leaning in closer to him, I kiss him, and he kisses me back with more force and passion. Wrapping his arms around me he picks me up and takes me to our bed, and I let him. I feel his hands make their way to my leggings, and he tugs them off. As much as I want to let us continue... I know if he sees me naked, he'll see the baby bump, and that's why I need to stop him; I want to stop him, but I don't. Instead, I feel myself lifting the hoodie off, as he takes his shirt off we stop kissing and continue once they are entirely off. Then he continues kissing me, moving down from my lips, to my chin, to my neck, and stopping at my stomach. That's when he stops, and his eyes look like thier bulging from his head in shock. He looks at me, and if looks could kill, I feel like I'd be dead at that moment.

His voice is shaky and his eye's are watering when he talks, "your'e-- youreee... pregnant?" He's about to say more when he gets up, puts his shirt on, and buckles his pants, making me feel so exposed. I put on my oversized hoodie, and I'm about to respond-- when he continues, his voice getting louder, "If youre pregnant, that means you left pregnant, and if you left preganant that means you were going to leave and raise that baby by yourself?! Would you even be here right now if your mom wasnt in the hospital? Would you have even told me about the baby?" I see a tear leave his eye. "You know how much I love children and how much we wanted children. BUT instead you acted like a child and didn't communicate with me. You just left me, like the first time you got into the car and you left. And I lived with that guilt I wished that I had never met up with Eleanor that day. But at the end of the day what happened was not entirely my fault and I lived with the conseuqneces of losing a baby. I lived with the consequences of you leaving, maybe I deserved it. You leaving me away from my own child though. How could you?" He's so close to me now in my face, and I feel his tears on my face mixing with my own. That's when I heard Louis. "Is everything okay in here?"

"That depends. Has Jess gained weight or is she pregnant?" I can feel his voice's anger and sadness and want to say something, but I feel dizzy, and all I see are black dots. That's the last thing I remember when my body hits the ground.

I wake up and feel a belt around my stomach, but looking at my surroundings, I'm still in my bedroom. Feeling the blood pressure cuff squeezing my arm, I'm about to speak when Dr. Gigi says something. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," I respond, focusing on the beeping from the belt. It's babys heartbeat. That's a relief the baby is okay. "What happened?" I ask, putting my hand on my stomach, feeling a painful cramp.

"Your blood pressure is high. Apparently, you were eating fried food?" Dr. Gigi begins, "I know I told you that bed-rest was a maybe but I am officially putting you on bed rest. I'll come back next week to check on you and see if things improve, but until then you need to eat healthier avoid salt and high-soduim foods and be on bed-rest. Now not full bed rest I still want you to get up, stretch, do some yoga and add some potassuim-rich foods to your diet. I want you to relax, and avoid stess. Now Louis told me Harry and you were fighting but when you were passed out he would not leave your site he was holding you until I got here and kicked him out. I didnt tell him you were preganat but he does know what kind of doctor I am. I can tell him not to talk to you if you think its too stressful, but I also think you should talk. I'm keeping that decision to you. If you are going to talk I'd suggest you do it now when the monitors on and I'm still here."

"You're right. I do want to tell him. Can you hand me my purse please?" 

"Yes" she says walking back from my dresser and handing me my purse. "I'm going to call him in and give you to some privacy" she continues leaving the room as I pull the pictures of the sonogram out of my purse.