crescent [h.s]

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Aurora Adler

I am officially 22 weeks pregnant.

And I'm starting to feel massive.

I know I'm not, both Harry and Deli are telling me I'm really not that big yet, but my god, I feel it.

Speaking of feeling things... I still haven't felt her kick.

According to my pregnancy app, I have 2 more weeks until I need to talk to my midwife about it, but in all honesty, I'm just desperate to feel her. I want to know what it feels like more than just 'butterflies'.

I want to see her tiny foot kick against my stomach.

It's been a week since Deli had a small go at me, forcing me to keep her in the loop with everything to do with my pregnancy– including the bad, sad and scary side of things. And I've kept my word.

Not that there's been much to report on.

She's coming home tomorrow, and I can't wait to see her again. As much as I have loved spending these past 2 weeks focusing on just me and Harry and our developing relationship, I am so excited to see my best friend again.

Pushing open Harry's office door, I smile wide as he immediately stands up and walks over to me, hugging me tight as soon as he can. He wraps his arms around me, bending his head to hide in the arch of my neck, letting me hold him. "Hey beautiful."

The now familiar nickname swarms my heart like it has ever since he first called me it, and I smile wide into his hair. "I've missed you."

Harry stayed at mine until Thursday morning, but we've still spent every lunch together. Our new routine is me walking to the office– needing a walk to stay active, and then we eat either at the office or at a local café. After we eat and get lost in conversation, Harry drops me home and walks me up to my door.

I feel his hands dip to the top of my thighs, and just like he has been doing recently, he lifts me up and wraps my legs around his hips, walking us over to his couch with his large hands on my ass. However, my dress today is a little shorter and a little tighter than I've worn during this pregnancy, so I'm quick to hold down the bottom of the dress, making sure my entire ass isn't revealed during the lift... even if it's about to be anyway.

He lowers us down onto the dark couch, and when comfortable, he looks me up and down a few times, before doing what he's recently been doing every day. I have no objections and he knows that, so he lifts my dress and rests the rolled up material just beneath my bra, placing his warm hands over my now bare belly. He traces shapes on the skin in silence for a few moments, and even if I am half naked in his office right now, his movements are so innocent.

He rests his forehead on my chest, hair flopping all over the place as he stares at my growing belly. He presses multiple light, gentle kisses to the top of my bump, followed by to the expanse of the two stretch marks I have gained. Honestly, I think the pregnancy cream is working. I expected to have way more by this point.