Fight Club (h.s.)

Part 32

Harry's POV

"Is mummy having a baby?" Dylan asks, my eyebrows frowning as I look at him.

"No. Why do you ask?" I ask, his tongue licking the spoon to the yogurt he's eating.

"I want her to have one," he says, my lips curving.

"Mum and I are getting married in a couple days. She's not having a baby any time soon," I explain, his fingers running through his curls.

"What's married?" he asks, his age one where he questions everything.

"It's when two people make their relationship strong so they stay together forever. Mum and I are going to promise each other that we're never going to see other people," I explain, thankful he's not asking me where babies come from. That can be Elle's job.

"So you're boyfriend and girlfriend still?" he asks, too smart for his own good. It's been a while since I proposed to Elle. My schedule has been too hectic to plan for a wedding date but we set it for the first day of summer. It's been nearly two years; Dylan almost six years old.

"No. We're what's called each other's fiancée," I say, his eyes looking at me.

"So when you want to be married to someone, the man asks the girl to marry him with a ring. That's why mum wears the ring on her finger," I explain, his lips forming a 'o'.

"But you don't go asking girls to marry you until you're older."

He laughs and nods, continuing to eat his yogurt. The elevator opens and Elle walks in, smiling at us.

"Hi mummy," Dylan says, my lips curving.

"Hello baby," she smiles, kissing the top of his head.

"Hello handsome," she grins, kissing my cheek before setting her bag on the counter.

"Mummy, are you going to have another baby?" Dylan asks, my lips curving as I look over at her to listen to her answer.

"I don't know. Why should I?" she teases, his laugh ringing through the room. I adore the two of them when they are together.

"Because..." he trails, her lips curving. She walks over to him and whispers something in his ear, his eyes widening and his lips parting. I immediately freak and I urge her to tell me what she just told him. She just kisses my cheek and walks out of the room, Dylan jumping in his seat.

"What did mum tell you?" I ask, his lips curving as he shakes his head.

"Secret," he whispers, Elle walking back into the room.

"What did you tell him?" I ask, her lips curving.

"Something he'd want to know."

I groan, sitting back down at the table. She grabs her toast and sits across from me, my eyes observing her.

"You look beautiful today," I say, Dylan turning to look at her.

"You look good mummy," he says, her lips curving.

"Thanks. My dress needed altering though," she says, my eyebrows frowning.

"Why's that?" I ask, Dylan setting his empty yogurt on the table.

"I've gained some weight and the mid-section wasn't flattering," she shyly admits, Dylan smiling at her.

Elle winks at Dylan and I frown, upset they aren't telling me. Elle nods at Dylan and she whispers something in his ear.

"Mummy's having a baby!" he cheers, jumping in his seat. I look up at her and she smiles, nodding her head. I get up and pull her into my arms, Dylan hugging our legs.