GREEN (RL Harry Styles fanfic)

86. Lime

"But is it a key lime or a regular lime?," Harry asked with his brows raised and awaiting and answer.

"Does that really even matter Harry?," I interjected feeing embarrassed.

The doctor chuckled. "Baby is just over 2 inches long," she said looking at Harry. I watched her mind fill with a thought and she quickly turned back to her screen. "So that's 5.4 centimeters." Harry smiled that she had just converted his baby to the metric system on his behalf.

"And is everything looking healthy and as it should?," I asked hesitantly because I only wanted to hear one possible answer.

"Yes, you're measuring right on track and based off the ultrasound everything is progressing just as it should. Baby looks great," Dr. Rose said with a smile to ease my first time mom worries. "And how is Mom feeling?," she asked and I realized I hadn't been called that yet. "Any nausea or constipation? Any food aversions?"

"HA!," Harry let out before realizing the repercussions. "She'll eat anything and everything in sight!" I shot Harry another glare. "What? It's true! And she's a doctor, I have to tell her the truth!"

"You're not under oath!," I spat back.

"So no food aversions or sickness, and just the usual mood swings," Dr. Rose said while jotting things down and gliding across the floor in her chair. I pulled in my lips and looked down at the floor feeling like a hormonal lunatic now. "So I'll see you in month! Everything looks good and just keep doing what you're doing. Email or call with any questions." She finally looked up from my chart and smiled.

My brain suddenly activated a whole new quadrant at her mention of questions. I felt like I should have more questions. Aren't moms-to-be supposed to have lots of questions? Was I supposed to have brought a list of questions? Did all the other moms in the waiting room have questions? What kind of questions? Could I somehow pickpocket one of their lists of questions on the way out? Did this mean I was going to be a terrible mother?

"Are you alright Liv?," Harry's voice asked. I blinked and looked up at him with my mouth agape.

"Yeah, just thinking if I had any questions for the doctor before we go." Which I didn't and I was internally freaking out about. "Um, when can we find out sex of the baby?" It was the only thing I could come up with. That was honestly the last of my thoughts regarding this pregnancy.

"Not until nearer to 20 weeks, so still a couple appointments away. And even then it depends on if baby wants to cooperate and let us see what we need to for determining that," she chuckled and I could tell it was an automatic reflex. I'm sure she had been asked the same questions a million times. All questions I didn't have. Ugh.

I was barely buckled in the passenger seat for the ride home before I was on my phone googling what to know about the second trimester. I felt completely unprepared all of a sudden.

"Did you know I should be finding a prenatal workout class right now?" I said while scrolling and bookmarking nearly everything on the screen.

"Well I don't think that's a good idea considering we aren't public with the pregnancy," Harry said while still focused on the road.

"But it's on multiple pregnancy checklists I found. And by 20 weeks we should have a final list of baby names so we can say them out loud and see if they sound like our child. Our baby can hear us, so the sooner we start using his or her name, the sooner they learn it. Oh my god, we don't even have a plan for a nursery theme. oh my GOD! We don't even live together. Harry we aren't ready! Are we going to shuffle this baby between our two houses all the time?"

My eyes had never left my phone, but I sensed Harry's had left the road and fixated on me.

"Babe, we have plenty of time to get everything in order. Names, nursery themes, workouts, all of it. The most important thing is that you aren't stressed. "