Here We Stand [H.S]

109.

The drive to the hospital was really quiet, and I couldn't stop fussing or fidgeting for the life of me.

Harry was miles away, either biting his lip and chewing off the nail on his thumb, while he drove us safely.

Our original appointment had been cancelled and moved up to this week instead, so once again we were thrusted into the throes of parenthood and having to work around everything so that nobody suspected a thing.

Thankfully though, it had worked.

I wasn't aware of how we were going to deal with today, but I knew Harry would think of something.

He was so intelligent, as he was always questioning, thinking and forward planning... no matter what the circumstances were, and I always felt 100% safer with him around.

Breakfast, which Harry made himself, was quieter than usual, but we made do.

He made sure I had eaten a decent amount as he went a little overboard with the pancakes, sausages, bacon, eggs, toast and whatever else he had conjured up.

I couldn't help but giggle cos it was like he was honestly feeding the 5,000- to which he then piped back that I was in fact pregnant with his child and I needed as much nutrients as possible.

Honestly, he made my heart literally burst.

I knew that he was incredibly nervous about today (hell, so was I) because it had been the day that he had been patiently waiting for since we found out I was pregnant.

Before we left for the hospital, Harry made sure that I drank at least a litre of water and kept asking me if I was okay to walk back and forth (baring in mind, we were still inside the house at this point) to which I replied that I was pregnant and not an invalid, which made him smirk and back off me a little bit.

But I couldn't help but adore him for it.

According to his app, having me drink a tonne of water before the scan would make the baby come out clearer, so I was practically on house arrest until I drank the entire bottle.

Harry was overprotective, and I honestly didn't mind it at times because secretly I kind of liked it, but some days he got on my last nerve with how protective he was of me.

"So... I'll go through the back and I'll meet you where exactly?" he asked me nervously, his eyes flicking back at me.

"On the maternity ward, Harry."

"Maternity. Got it."

I turned my head, swaying my hair to the side as I stared at him quickly before diverting my eyes back to the road.

"Everything okay green eyes?" I asked.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the answer.

"Nerves." Harry mumbled back, "I'm nervous as hell. Aren't you? You're the one who normally flaps.... why aren't you flapping?"

"What's there to flap about?" I giggled, finally feeling at ease.

"Lots." Harry muttered, as he stared at me; "I mean... it's real. I actually got you fucking pregnant-"

"Stop swearing." I smiled shyly.

"What?"

"I said, stop swearing. Peanut will hear you."

Harry stared at me, before a smile appeared on his face.

"Please tell me you're joking."

"It's true!" I replied, "You said yourself Baby Styles can hear... and babies listen extra hard and can recognise their daddy's voice when they're inside their mamas."