Your Harry Fantasies.

Pregnancy Frustrations.

Being 6 months pregnant had its perks.

For one, you were large enough to show off to everyone what you had sporting between your hips, yet not large enough to be considered near your due date just yet. A bump accessorising your waist, hidden beneath thick jumpers and hoodies and t-shirts stolen from Harry's wardrobe because they were much comfier to slide on in the mornings. His clothes seemed to clothe your body more perfectly than not, and they gave more to the imagination of the wandering eyes, hiding the stretchmarks painting your skin and the home your baby was 'renting' for nine months of it's pre-life.

For seconds, you and Harry were both fully able to finally feel your baby move more frequently than not under your stretching skin, together and at the same time rather than him being unable to detect the soft and gentle movements that your baby would give with his flattened palm against the skin that curved around. The soft fluttering feeling you were so familiar with, that would nestle at your core, was now replaced by football kicks and boxing punches from the long arms and legs forming upon your baby. Feet kicking, more than not, against your ribs and causing visible movements and bulges behind your belly and from your womb – an action that Harry found beautiful and breathtaking and he was never short of reminding you that that was a healthy baby inside of you, made with a mixture of the two of you.

And the perk of all perks that you loved more than anything was that Harry wasn't shy to crack out his singing voice and belt notes out when you found comfort upon the bed, laying upon your side, his figure curled into a ball with his face level with your bump. Fingers raking through his hair as he hummed soft tunes and sung lyrics that you were no stranger to hearing, your body melting into the sound and your ears alert to the change of notes he'd make, an occasional voice break when he got too tired and the odd rasp from his dry throat.

However, being 6 months pregnant had its downfalls.

People were prone to wanting to touch and rub your bump, trying to coax the little one into kicking against their hands and trying to elicit a reaction with the sounds of their voices, their palms cupping protruding asset to your body without a care that you found it uncomfortable. You didn't mind Harry's family having a heartfelt feel of their newest addition because they were family and you were comfortable with being around them, listening as some gloated about having felt kicks to their palms and the disheartened grumbles of how some of them hadn't, with their actions coming paired with a comfortable conversation with you as they wondered just how you were feeling and how well Harry was looking after you and just how you were finding your first pregnancy to be going.

However, you minded when fans of Harry and yourself – both the elders and youngsters – would find it upon themselves to congratulate you sweetly and absentmindedly roll a hand and a palm over your prominent curve, without even an inch of thought to how you'd feel towards their action.

You were a victim to hormone changes; blowing up on Harry and yelling at him about anything and everything when you felt the need to explode, and, pouncing on his body and peppering his exposed skin with kisses when you felt the need to relieve the sexual tension growing in your veins.

The biggest downside was the two seasons you were going to be heavily pregnant throughout the entire time; the Spring and the Summer months. With your due-date set for the middle of September and the date of conception dating back to January, you were set to endure a pregnancy through the allegedly warmest days of the year.

By the time June rolled around and your hormones were in full swing, it was more necessary than not to settle beneath a thinner blanket to make sure you slept through the night without waking up to a sheen of sweat making it difficult for you to move without the sheets sticking to you as a second coating. Through the days, you'd be fine with going about your daily routine of cleaning the house or focusing on a home project that you and Harry had spoken about, without an ounce of sweat rolling off your forehead, without a desperate need for a drink and without the requirement of sitting down to catch your breath.