There's certain things in life that are just difficult to comprehend. I'm in that situation right now.
Who would have thought that, by the age of twenty-three, I would be married and seven months pregnant? Definitely not me or anyone I know.
Harry gets home from work while I'm lying on the couch, watching an episode of Grey's Anatomy. I hear him close the door and drop all of his things onto the floor.
"Hey, baby," he calls, coming into the living room.
"Hey," I say back, trying to sit up so I can see him. I struggle because of the bump, which Harry realizes.
"No, no. I'm coming to you," he laughs, coming over and lifting my feet so he can sit underneath. He places my feet back on his lap and smiles at me. "How was your day?"
"Interesting," I say sarcastically, because he knows I was at home with nothing to do. "How about yours?"
"It was good. A few of my coworkers made us a-"
I accidentally interrupt him as a gasp leaves my mouth. In an instant, Harry's kneeling by my side.
"Are you okay? What happened? What's wrong?" He asks me in a rushed voice. I shake my head and paste a smile on my face.
"Nothing's wrong. The baby's just kicking." It's never kicked me this hard before, though. Harry and I had decided we wanted a surprise at birth, so we didn't yet know the gender.
Harry leans down and puts his ear against my baby bump.
"Now, you better be nice to Mommy," he scolds, and the baby reacts by kicking again. I shriek, putting my hand over my mouth to try to cover it.
Harry looks up at me with concern crossing his features. I try to hide the pain that takes over my features, but I can't seem to hold the emotion in. A stray tear rolls down my cheek.
"Baby, tell me what's wrong," Harry coos, playing with a strand of my hair.
"I already told you," I say. "Nothing's wrong. I'm fine."
"Darling, you don't seem fine," he points out. "Please, just tell me so I can help."
I sigh and cross my arms over my chest.
"Nothing's wrong. The baby's just kicking me really hard."
Harry lifts up the hem of my loose shirt, putting his warm hand against my bare stomach. He talks to the baby again, and it kicks me hard in response. I breathe in a jagged breath and reach for Harry's free hand. He grabs it and laces our fingers together.
"It's kicking you that hard?" Harry asks with confusion on his face. "I can't imagine how that would feel, love. How about we go take a warm bath?"
I nod and Harry helps me off of the couch. He still holds my hand as we walk up the stairs, and he leads me into the master bathroom.
Harry starts filling the Jacuzzi tub up with warm water, checking the temperature with his hand as he goes. When he gets the temperature right, he comes over to where I'm standing. He helps me undress, and then he does the same himself. Harry gets towels for the both of us and sets them on the floor.
He walks me over to the tub and helps me step in, and he steps in right after me. He gets me into a good position inside the tub, laying my head against a cushion and extending my legs to the end of the ceramic. Harry turns on the jets, and soon the water starts bubbling.
As I breathe in slowly and try to relax, Harry pulls me into his body. He puts my head on his chest and his arms wrap around me. I close my eyes as the comfort takes over my body.
