Harry Styles Imagines

A Pregnancy Morning.

(Y/N) has found out 5 months ago that she's pregnant with her and Harry's baby. And just yesterday, they found out that it's a healthy baby girl.

She couldn't be happier. (Y/N)'s round belly showed up and feeling a baby inside of her, being a part of her made the 'mother-feelings' in her heart work.

Your P.O.V.

I was sleeping on my side as the doctor adviced me, with Harry's arm draped around my waist. I opened my eyes, a yawn escaping my mouth. He was still sleeping like an angel. I've always admired his features when he sleeps.

I got out of bed, so careful, not to hurt the angel in my stomach. You know the moment I knew about the pregnancy, my hands flew to my stomach rubbing it, and now after i got a bump, I find myself doing it absentmindedly. And now on my way down the stairs to the kitchen, I caught my hands doing the routine circular motion on my belly.

I stood at the kitchen counter, pouring myself a glass of water, swallowing it all. When I was about to refill the cup, I felt two muscular arms wrap around me from behind pulling me into a warm chest.

His hands rubbing my belly, he pressed a kiss to my hair and kept his face there, enjoying the moment. I immediately relaxed to his gentle touch and closed my eyes. "Morning kitten."

"Good morning Haz. Did you sleep well, honey?" I turned my head to the side, so I'd be able to see his face from the corner of my eyes.

"I should be asking you that..." He smirked. I was now facing him.

"Well, I know. But sometimes I feel that you're more pregnant than I am. So, thought i'd check." I smirked back, raising and eyebrow. He laughed, then kissed the tip of my nose. "Don't worry, wifey. I slept good, and the baby is well." He put his hand on his stomach, arching his back pretending to be pregnant.(Pic)

Now my turn to laugh. That human being was so funny and adorable, I can't believe I married him. And when he calls me wifey... I fall in love with him all over again.

"Okaaay. What do we have for breakfast?" I spoke after some seconds of silence. "What do you wanna eat babe?" He asked me.

"Hmm. I don't know, maybe pancakes? Or bacon and eggs? What do you say Haz?" I asked. To be honest, I was in the mood for both.

"I say, both!" He replied, happily.

Yesss. He knows me too well. God, i love you so much Harry. I thought.

"I love you too kitten." He laughed shaking his head. "Oops." It came out cute from me. Guess I wasn't that quiet while thinking. LoL.

He made me bacon and eggs with pancakes as a 'dessert' after. While I just sat in a comfy chair at the table placed in the kitchen's center, waiting for it to get ready. Watching him dance around, whistling some song.

Harry wouldn't let me do anything. It sometimes got me annoyed, but i knew he just cared for my health, and his daughter's too.

"And voilá," He chirped. I giggled, playing along, "Merci beaucoup, my french chef."

A goofy grin plastered on his mouth, as he sat down beside me. And we started munching on our breakfast. Hazza has always been a great cook. Ask me.

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And VOILÀ!!!! Hahah lol. i hope you like it. Comment if you think this imagine isn't enough. Like you want me to make a part 2... like 'A pregnancy night' hehe that would be cool. Ya know. so im waiting to hear from somebody... plz. And vote too babies. Thanksss xoxoxo.