Fín {Third Book to Secret}

Sixty Three

May POV

We're in our hotel room the day before Gemma's wedding.

My dress is hanging up as well as Harry's suit.

Officially my baby bump is noticeable. Despite whatever clothing I wear you can see it. I got a check up a few weeks ago. The gender isn't visible yet but everything looks healthy. Everything with the tests came back normal and the baby is perfectly fine.

The due date is December 16th. Knowing me the baby will come sooner since I don't know what bed rest is.

My next appointment is this upcoming Saturday. Harry and I should know the gender by then.

I sit up a little in bed as I feel the baby start to kick. I rest my head against the headboard and rest my hand where the baby is kicking. I smile gently.

Harry walks in with his usual sweatpants and tee shirt. He sits beside me. "Baby's kicking?" He asks me.

"Yep." I say. "We should consider soccer as a sport for him or her." I joke. Harry chuckles and kisses my cheek. The kicking stops and I relax my shoulders. My back hurts and I try to adjust my pillow to help that.

Around six months is the time where I can only sleep on my back. I hate it because I like sleeping on my side or stomach sometimes.

"What time do we have to be at the church?"

"Four." I nod. I fidget again and sigh.

"I swear this kid is like ten pounds." I sit up fully. "How tall are you now?"

"6"3."

"A fucking tree is going to come out of vagina."

"It could be a girl." Harry hums.

"I have a good feeling it's a boy. I read online that usually boys kick harder and weigh more. Or you feel like they weigh more. It could be wrong but still.

"How tall are you now?" Harry asks with an amused smile.

"I'm still fucking 5"2 jackass." Harry grins.

"You sometimes you remind me of a leprechaun." My eyes narrow at him. "You're short and sometimes feisty."

"I assume that's a compliment."

"It is." He tells me. "Oh, I always wanted to ask you this. What's your ethnicity?"

"My ethnicity?" I ask.

"Yes. Like both my parents are 100 percent English so I am fully English. What about you?"

"I'm not sure if I'm being honest." I say. I have never thought of this before.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Maybe Sadie knows."

Now I'm curious. I reach for my phone and text her.

Me: Sadie

Sadie: hello

Me: what's our ethnicity??

Me: Harry's curious

Sadie: Italian and Greek

Me: really?

Sadie: yepppp

Sadie: you didn't know this?

Me: nope

Me: new information

Sadie: (:

"I'm Italian and Greek." I tell Harry. I lock my phone and put it on the side table.

"I guess that explains your feet." I nudge him and he chuckles.

His head rests next to mine and his thumb strokes my knuckles.

"I'm going to feel like a whale in my dress tomorrow." Harry scoffs.

"Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you'll look bad."

"Still." I sigh.

"At least every guy there will know you're pregnant and off the market."

"My engagement ring doesn't say that already?" I ask.

"Okay, good point." I chuckle. "Speaking of that, when did you want to talk about actually getting married?"

I've been trying to push off talking about this for the longest time.

"I don't know." I admit. My eyes look to him.

"You look like you want to say something." He observes.

"I do." I murmur. "It's kinda sad though."

"Tell me."

"I don't want a wedding." I admit. "Maybe if I had a father that would walk me down the aisle and a real family to invite then yeah. But I don't. And I feel like shit because of that because I know your Mom wants to see her son get married and everything."

"I'm fine with that." My eyes look at him.

"Harry-"

"May, I mean it." He says. "I don't need a wedding where you'll feel uncomfortable and unhappy. Plus, it's our day and I don't want that for you. And, it's less stress for us because we don't have to plan anything and be under that stress of what types of chairs to buy. We can go to the courthouse, get married, and have a really, really, really nice honeymoon that will be just as memorable as a wedding would be." My eyes soften and I look down.

"I can't give you anything good can I?" I ask.

"Baby-"

"It's true. I can't even give you an official wedding that most engaged couple have. I have no kind mother or father in laws to give you and our kid isn't going to grow up with grandparents on my side."

"Stop talking like that May. I said I'm perfectly fine with not having one."

"If Lily said she didn't want a wedding, what would you say?" I ask. Harry's eyes stare at me. "Exactly. You would want to see her walk down the aisle with her father and be surrounded by family and friends."

"May, stop talking like this. You and Lily have different lives and are different people." He tells me. "Lily had loving parents and a large family. She always wanted a wedding because she grew up like that. If she didn't want one I would be fine with it because in the end she'd still be my wife. So, don't replace her with you like there is a difference. My mind is the same. Just because I loved her once and wanted to marry her once doesn't mean that I don't want to see you walk down the aisle. But, you don't want a wedding and I respect that May. I'm fine with not having one."

"I just feel bad Harry." I say.

"Why?" He asks me. "I don't need that stuff to be happy that we're getting married May. I just want you to be my wife. I'll see you more without makeup and in jeans that I will in a white dress walking down an aisle. And every year I get to see you look fucking fantastic in a dress for my parents Christmas party. So, I'm happy." I bite my lip. "You've given me nice things. One of them is growing inside of you currently. Don't stress about this okay?"

I nod and hold onto his hand. My head presses against his chest.

Don't think negatively May. Just believe him.

A://N

I didn't want to write Gemma's wedding because nothing exciting would've happened lol

So enjoy a chapter of reading about may and Harry's wedding

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