Adulation / h.s

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A/N: Not long until baby boy Bellevue-Styles is here guys! Also, I've decided when it comes to Harry's family I won't be including Robin as I don't know the ins and outs and obviously this is only fictional but to be diplomatic and respectful I've decided to just not have him in(just in case you were wondering why he isn't mentioned any more..)

Enjoy!

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"You're here!" Anne smiled opening the door, Harry was getting things out the car while Rosie smiled at the lovely brunette.

It was the morning of Christmas Eve, but it was cold. Rosie had felt sick for a majority of the car journey and had to stop several times to walk around and get air.

"Hiii," Rosie smiled hobbling through the door. It was three and a half weeks until her due date and she felt like a potato.

"Are you okay?" Anne pouted watching Rosie wince as she sat down on the sofa and get comfortable.

"I'm just really drained and emotional," With that, Rosie began to cry. She had cried a lot these past two days, usually about small things.

Anne hugged her while Harry brought in their luggage. "What's up babe?" Harry frowned.

Anne shook her head at him. "Water?"

Harry nodded before disappearing into the kitchen.

"We've all felt like this and it's completely normal," Anne soothed. "But I'm afraid these are what you have to put up with during pregnancy,"

"I'm just getting scared and my mums in Asia and I'm scared I'll have him without her here,"

"Well you have Harry and I regardless, and I'm sure your mum would travel back for you."

Rosie sniffled while Harry handed her a water. "Thank you,"

"Do you want to take a nap?" Harry offered. "The car journey was quite long and stressful."

Rosie nods. "If that's okay? I know it's Christmas Eve.."

"Of course darling. Gemma won't be here until around two anyway,"

Harry helped Rosie up before taking her up to their room.

When Rosie woke, she didn't feel so refreshed but she felt better. She made her way downstairs stopping by the kitchen door when she heard Harry talking with Anne and Gemma.

"..I'm just worried about her,"

"She's a strong woman, she will be fine." Anne replied.

"I know but I worry for her..mentality, I want her to cope."

"I think you're underestimating her," Gemma defended.

"She's just so anxious and worried. What if I have a twelve hour day at work and she's with him all day? And can't cope with him alone?"

Rosie felt taken aback, did he not trust her? Did he doubt her as a mother? He knew how anxious she was about it all, so why was he discussing it?

"She's his mother, she has all the skills." Anne sighed. "But if you feel she'll need extra support there's plenty out there.. I can come down, or hire a nanny?"

"She wouldn't want a nanny,"

Hearing enough Rosie walks in acting non-the-wiser. She smiles at Anne before sitting down, Harry was watching her unsure of the air between them but he knew there was something wrong.

"Tea?" Anne asked holding up the tea pot to Rosie.

She shook her head. "I'm okay with juice if you have any please? I've completely gone off tea recently, I think he's sick of it." She smiled rubbing her tummy, she felt she had grown by simply having a nap.

Anne and Gemma left out to head over to a family friends, they usually all go round there on Christmas Eve but Harry had turned it down this year to spend time with Rosie.

They had on Miracle on 34th Street, it was a favourite film of Rosie's.

"Okay, what's the matter?" Harry sighed giving in. Rosie had barely spoken to him since his mum and sister left.

"You don't think I'm capable." She didn't take her eyes off the tv.

"What? Capable with what?"

"Being a mother, you think I'm crazy, that I'll mess up with him,"

Harry sat up. "Why would you think that? Where is this coming from?"

"I heard you earlier with your mum and Gemma, you think I need support, can't be left with my own son for twelve hours,"

"No it's not like that," He sighed.

She shrugged. "Seemed that way to me. I'll have him, give him to you and then you can get all these other people in, wouldn't want him to have such an awful mother around him."

"Stop, stop, stop. I don't think any of that so stop." He paused the tv and forced her to look at him. "All I was saying is that I'm conscious that you're anxious about being a mother, like any new mother. I don't think you're not capable at all, I think you're more than that but if you need advise or someone to just talk to that isn't me, I'm also aware of that."

Rosie swallowed. "Do you still love me?" She asked teary eyed.

"Why- what? Rosie of course I love you, I love you more than anything in this world." He kissed her.

"I'm all over the place, sorry." She sniffled.

"Don't apologise, I'm sorry you felt like I didn't believe in you. But I do, you know I do."

Rosie felt like her mind was everywhere and although she felt comforted by Harry, she still felt like maybe she wouldn't be that good at being a mother. Maybe she would need help, maybe he'd be so great the child only wanted him and she'd mean nothing.

Just like she feared.